We Were One Once Book 1 by Willow Madison Page B

tell. I went for the friend since I knew she was more Cary’s
type. That and her friend reminded me vaguely of Grace.
    The thought of Grace has me
pissed again. I push this girl down onto her knees harder than I
need to, but she doesn’t try to move away. I unzip my pants and
pull out my cock. Her mouth is on me before I have my hand around
her head.
    Her tongue is nice, long
and quick, but she only takes a third of me in her mouth. I close
my eyes for a while, letting her face pump my cock. I’m not ready
to come yet though.
    I open my eyes and grin at
Cary; he moves to stand next to me. I push her head off me and
towards his cock. She looks up at him, and he smiles. She takes his
cock in her mouth but looks at me.
    I move over to the sofa,
watching. Her drunk friend is passed out on the other end still,
not even moving when I sit down. Cary tilts his head back, both
hands on her head. I watch her suck him, her head bobbing quickly
against him. She’s not great, but she is enthusiastic at
least.
    Cary pulls her hair, and
she lets go of his cock, looking scared again up at him. He keeps
his hand in her hair and has her walk on her knees over to me. She
frowns and pouts, but I can see that the humiliation turns her on
more. He puts her face down towards my lap, and she pulls my cock
into her mouth, her ass up in the air. She pauses, though, to turn
her head back to him as he kneels and positions himself behind her.
“I don’t do anal. Okay?”
    Cary slaps her ass and
slams his dick into her wet cunt as his answer. She pushes against
me with the force and grunts her pleasure. I grab her hair and yank
her face back to me. She smiles as Cary slams into her again,
moaning with her eyes closing as her mouth wraps around
me.
    I grin at Cary. I’ll have
to concentrate to come before him. Most girls don’t like to
continue giving head after they’ve come. Timing is everything as
they say.
    I close my eyes. The image
of Grace sprawled out on my sofa comes to mind. I imagine my mouth
on her while she sat like I am now—the sweet taste of Grace, her
moans, her words, her spicy scent.
    I push the blonde’s mouth
deeper on me, and she sucks harder. I can feel Cary pushing her.
Her tongue works faster, and her hand strokes harder while he pumps
into her. Finally, I hold her in place while I shoot come down her
throat, imagining Grace the whole time. Cary has her screaming as I
pull away from her, his own low groans quickly following.
Timing.

    Yawning and scratching the
nail marks on my shoulder, I move into the kitchen for coffee,
passing Cary at the table. I avoid looking at him, just grab a bowl
and sit down to pour some cereal and milk. We eat in silence for a
while.
    We left the blonde and her
friend in the hotel late last night. I glance at the clock on the
microwave. They should just be getting the room service I ordered
for them, unless they got up early and took the $20 I left for a
cab already.
    The three of us had a good
time. Maria/Mary never did wake up to join in, but the blonde
managed to keep us both happy a few more times. And her dislike of
anal was a blatant lie. Or Cary is a better motivator than I
thought. He’s an ass man.
    I can feel him watching me
now. I know what he's thinking. I fucked up last night. I finally
drop my spoon into the bowl, splashing milk and cereal out.
“What?!”
    He grins, one of his stupid
looks. “Nothin, cuz.” He’s laughing though. Fucker.
    “Cary.” I growl his name
through gritted teeth and shoot him another look of warning. He
just gets up and walks to the sink with his bowl.
    But he doesn’t leave. I can
feel him staring at me; I don’t turn around. “So…who’s Grace?”
There’s laughter in his voice still.
    And the insane part? I hate
hearing her name from his lips. I have an instant reaction of pure
rage. I can feel my whole body tense, ready to spring up and thrash
him. I have to close my eyes for a second to get it under control,
to calm my voice.