Before & After - Nazarea Andrews Page 0,57
the jeans.
“Not playing fair,” she gasps, and I groan as her hands cup my erection. Stroke and tug in that way she has—not too hard, but rough. Enough to remind me that she wants this just as bad as I do.
She unzips my jeans and drops to her knees, taking me deep in her throat before I can process, and then I can’t.
The girl is amazing in bed, but I don’t think I’ll ever get over the sight of her on her knees, her lips wrapped around my cock. She licks at my shaft, her hand slipping between my legs to cup my balls and I struggle to keep still. My hand is on her head, my fingers twisting in her hair and she relents, the suction of her lips tightening as she slides down, until my dick hits her throat.
“I’m going to come,” I mutter.
She pulls back and strokes my dick. “That’s the point.”
“Not like that.” I say pulling her up. “As much as I like fucking your pretty mouth, I want your pussy.” Her eyes close and she sways closer. I unsnap her pants and work a hand into her jeans and the door behind us opens.
It’s dark. Dark enough that they don’t know we’re here. But I can see her, all wide eyes and flushed skin.
And I can see them. For a heartbeat, I consider saying something. But she’s trembling against me, and I know Scott well enough to know he wouldn’t care.
I lift an eyebrow and move my fingers, brushing against her clit, and she jolts against me. I lean into her ear, and whisper, so low, I almost don’t hear it, “Stay or go?”
She shudders, and wet warmth is covering my fingers as I slide them into her.
“Stay,” she breathes against my ear.
I smile against her skin, shoving my fingers into her, and grinding against her clit. “Be quiet, perfect girl,” I whisper.
Then I twist us, so she is against the side wall. In the darkness, we can both see them.
“Watch,” I murmur, and she shivers, her eyes on our best friends as Scott drops to his knees, shoves Lindsay’s skirt up, and covers her with his lips. Peyton’s whole body shudders, her pussy clenching on my fingers as I lazily finger-fuck her, and I grin. Lindsay is biting her hand, trying to stay quiet as he licks her cunt, but it’s not working. Tiny noises are leaking out, these gasping little whimpers, and his name, and it’s hot as hell.
And Peyton is so fucking wet. I pull my hand out of her pants and she makes a quiet mewl of displeasure, her hips rising and falling restlessly as I work her jeans down to her knees. I glance over at Scott and Peyton. Her head is thrown back, one leg hooked over his shoulder.
I lean into Peyton, and lick her once, feeling her body go tight as she bows off the wall toward me. I grin, and her hands find my hair, pulling me to her. She’s on tiptoes as I go to work, my tongue sliding through her, nipping at her clit, searching for the little friction I’m not giving her, and then I do, pinching her clit lightly as I tongue-fuck her and she’s coming, her pussy clenching in waves around me.
“Like that, baby?” I hear, and I freeze as Peyton shudders, thrusting against me, her orgasm tripping into another. Lindsay answers Scott in a low murmur, and I hear him groan before he kisses her.
Fuck. Peyton isn’t the only one turned on by this shit.
I stand quietly, and lift Peyton just a little.
Lindsay screams as Scott slams into her, her back thudding against the wall, and he groans again, that noise I’ve heard a million times when we shared women. Peyton is gasping as I grab her ass and fuck her slow and silently, her eyes wide and staring at Scott thrusting into Lindsay.
It’s hot as fuck that she’s getting off on this, but she is. She’s clenching and coming, these continuous orgasms that fall into each other, and she’s so wet I can feel it on my balls. I grit my teeth and drop my head into the crook of her neck, biting her shoulder to keep silent.
“Turn me,” Linds demands suddenly and he laughs, slowing. He pulls out and she moans, her voice rising to a shriek when he shoves his fingers into her.
“You’re demanding,” he mutters, and she whimpers, pushing back against him.
He slams into her and she