sitting back in his chair to ease the pressure building in his
jeans.
Her
eyes were heavy-lidded as she looked down at him, then she glanced at Zach. “Could
use some music.”
Zach
scrambled toward the radio by the bed, hurling himself across the mattress to
respond to her request, his own jeans tight. He fiddled with the radio until he
found a sultry song, and he sat against the headboard, ready to watch.
Jill
turned her back to both of them and circled her gorgeous ass in those jeans,
then bent forward, thrusting her ass back as she grabbed her ankles and looked
over her shoulder at Ethan. Oh, yeah. This was his kind of fantasy. This and
maybe some scarves were as wild as he liked to go.
But
she wanted a threesome, and had him so turned on that he was willing to
consider it.
She
straightened and unzipped her jeans, peeling them down a fraction of an inch
with each bump of her hips. Her ass in a thong swayed in front of him, and he
could smell her arousal. Christ. He unbuttoned the top button of his own jeans
as she swept hers down her legs and stepped out of them.
She
turned to him, bracing her hands on the arms of the chair on either side of
him. Her hair fell forward, surrounding him with her scent, and her breasts
threatened to spill out of that insubstantial bra. He lifted his hands but she
backed away.
“You
can’t touch strippers, can you? They can only touch you?”
“Right,”
Zach said from the bed.
Jill
did no more than flick a glance in his direction before she turned her back on
Ethan again and repeated the same bending move she’d done in the jeans, only
this time showing him her pussy in the thong. His blood was racing so hard and
hot that he couldn’t hear his own thoughts. He needed to be in her now. Now.
She
backed toward him, parting her legs around his knees, her ass inches from his
chest, and if he bent his head, he could rub his mouth over that smooth flesh.
“Gorgeous,”
he muttered, clutching the arms of the chair.
She
lowered herself, muscles bunching in her arms, and brushed her ass over the
front of his jeans, making his dick jump. He didn’t know if she could feel it,
but she did it again and again before turning, sliding her knees along the
outsides of his thighs.
“Get
on the bed,” she said. “I can’t fit on here with you.”
He
waited until she backed away, not far, before he rose and crossed to the bed
they’d shared, leaving Zach alone on the other. He didn’t even look at Zach,
but had a pretty good idea the guy had his cock in his hand. How could he not?
Even walking across the room had Ethan in pain.
Jill
followed and rested her hands on his shoulders as she swayed her hips forward,
her knees on the bed beside him, her pussy rubbing against his stomach, his
groin. She rose up and reached behind her to unhook her bra, then moved away
when he leaned forward to try to take her nipple in his mouth, his reserves
gone.
“Bad
boy. No cookie.” She backed away, waving a finger, and stripped off the thong.
She
stood at the end of the bed and circled her fingertips over the smooth flesh of
her breasts. Her nipples grew harder, pinker, and Ethan started to salivate.
Then she slid her hands down her over her stomach and framed her pussy with her
fingers. Right. Like his thoughts weren’t already there. He wanted his mouth
there, his dick. She parted her legs and dipped her fingers between them.
“Jill,”
he choked when her head fell back, her lips open on a gasp.
“Take
off your pants.”
She
didn’t have to ask twice, but he didn’t take his gaze from her as she stroked
herself, circling her clit as he shucked his jeans and socks and sat back on
the bed, holding his hands out to her. When she approached, that chiding
expression still on her face, he braced his hands behind him to resist touching
her.
She
straddled him, the insides of her knees sliding along the outsides of his
thighs, and he lifted his hips to brush the tip of his cock against her
jeans.
Her
eyes were heavy-lidded as she looked down at him, then she glanced at Zach. “Could
use some music.”
Zach
scrambled toward the radio by the bed, hurling himself across the mattress to
respond to her request, his own jeans tight. He fiddled with the radio until he
found a sultry song, and he sat against the headboard, ready to watch.
Jill
turned her back to both of them and circled her gorgeous ass in those jeans,
then bent forward, thrusting her ass back as she grabbed her ankles and looked
over her shoulder at Ethan. Oh, yeah. This was his kind of fantasy. This and
maybe some scarves were as wild as he liked to go.
But
she wanted a threesome, and had him so turned on that he was willing to
consider it.
She
straightened and unzipped her jeans, peeling them down a fraction of an inch
with each bump of her hips. Her ass in a thong swayed in front of him, and he
could smell her arousal. Christ. He unbuttoned the top button of his own jeans
as she swept hers down her legs and stepped out of them.
She
turned to him, bracing her hands on the arms of the chair on either side of
him. Her hair fell forward, surrounding him with her scent, and her breasts
threatened to spill out of that insubstantial bra. He lifted his hands but she
backed away.
“You
can’t touch strippers, can you? They can only touch you?”
“Right,”
Zach said from the bed.
Jill
did no more than flick a glance in his direction before she turned her back on
Ethan again and repeated the same bending move she’d done in the jeans, only
this time showing him her pussy in the thong. His blood was racing so hard and
hot that he couldn’t hear his own thoughts. He needed to be in her now. Now.
She
backed toward him, parting her legs around his knees, her ass inches from his
chest, and if he bent his head, he could rub his mouth over that smooth flesh.
“Gorgeous,”
he muttered, clutching the arms of the chair.
She
lowered herself, muscles bunching in her arms, and brushed her ass over the
front of his jeans, making his dick jump. He didn’t know if she could feel it,
but she did it again and again before turning, sliding her knees along the
outsides of his thighs.
“Get
on the bed,” she said. “I can’t fit on here with you.”
He
waited until she backed away, not far, before he rose and crossed to the bed
they’d shared, leaving Zach alone on the other. He didn’t even look at Zach,
but had a pretty good idea the guy had his cock in his hand. How could he not?
Even walking across the room had Ethan in pain.
Jill
followed and rested her hands on his shoulders as she swayed her hips forward,
her knees on the bed beside him, her pussy rubbing against his stomach, his
groin. She rose up and reached behind her to unhook her bra, then moved away
when he leaned forward to try to take her nipple in his mouth, his reserves
gone.
“Bad
boy. No cookie.” She backed away, waving a finger, and stripped off the thong.
She
stood at the end of the bed and circled her fingertips over the smooth flesh of
her breasts. Her nipples grew harder, pinker, and Ethan started to salivate.
Then she slid her hands down her over her stomach and framed her pussy with her
fingers. Right. Like his thoughts weren’t already there. He wanted his mouth
there, his dick. She parted her legs and dipped her fingers between them.
“Jill,”
he choked when her head fell back, her lips open on a gasp.
“Take
off your pants.”
She
didn’t have to ask twice, but he didn’t take his gaze from her as she stroked
herself, circling her clit as he shucked his jeans and socks and sat back on
the bed, holding his hands out to her. When she approached, that chiding
expression still on her face, he braced his hands behind him to resist touching
her.
She
straddled him, the insides of her knees sliding along the outsides of his
thighs, and he lifted his hips to brush the tip of his cock against her
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