Page 58 of Sizzle

“Two hands, sunshine,” I tell Joelle, sliding my cock against her ass. She moans, arching back into me. I slide my hands down to wrap around the inside of her knees, stroking the soft skin of her inner thighs with my thumbs. Joelle shudders but she does as I say. “If you want to give him a little pain, tighten your grip and move a little faster.”

She does, stroking both fists up to the head of his cock then adding a twist on the downstroke. Elliot’s head falls back as he thrusts into her hands.

“Please, Joelle.” Elliot shoots a hand out to grip the bedpost, steadying himself before he collapses back on the bed altogether. “Please.”

“Use your words, Elliot,” I tell him. Joelle looks back at me and I nod.

“Suck my cock,” he gasps. “Please, Joelle.”

Joelle leans forward, wrapping her lips around the tip and holding him there. Girl’s got some damn good instincts. Just the sight has me ready to shoot. I stroke my hands up the inside of her thighs, brushing my thumbs over the thin, damp strip of her panties.

“Good girl, Joelle,” I say in her ear. “You’re a natural. Just look at you. You look so damn beautiful with your lips around his cock.” Elliot rocks his hips forward, seeking more of her mouth. “Go on, sunshine. Take a little more.”

I reward her instantly as she slides her mouth up his shaft by sliding my thumbs under the edge of the fabric to press lightly against her clit. Joelle pulls off of her prize with a pop, crying out, rocking her hips into my hands.

“Give me your hand,” I tell her. I keep teasing her with one hand, using the other to pull her hand to my mouth. I hold her gaze, licking her palm, wetting it completely before guiding her back to Elliot’s cock.

He’s so hard he’s throbbing. I can see it from here.

I nip at Joelle’s ear, biting down a little hard.

“Make him come, Joelle.”

Joelle wraps her hand, soaked with my spit, around Elliot’s dick. In my mind, I might as well be sucking him off too.

The image flashes through my mind before I can stop it, of me and Joelle, on our knees like this for Elliot. Only he’s letting me touch him too.

That’s not going to happen tonight, so I file the idea away for later use. Instead, I keep whispering in Joelle’s ear as she sucks him off, working him over with her spit-slick hand, telling her all the things I would do if it was me.

Her pussy is soaked beneath my hands. I pull her panties off to one side, sliding two fingers to circle her clit, over and over and over. She’s moaning around Elliot’s cock, both of their movements getting more and more erratic.

“Stop.”

My voice cuts harshly through the lust-haze in the room. Joelle whimpers as I pull my hands away from her body, tugging her underwear back in place. Elliot is shaking, disbelief and something approaching outrage on his face when he looks at me.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is our harsh breathing.

I pull Joelle to her feet as I stand, holding up a hand for her to wait as I skirt around the bed for the nightstand. I’d bought a box of condoms just a couple of days ago—first time in two years—on the wish and prayer we might end up here. I can’t say I was planning on it being all three of us, but I’m sure as hell not going to complain. I free one foil packet and, making my way back to the foot of the bed, slap it into Elliot’s hand.

He looks at me, the question in his eyes obvious.

“Oh, please,” says Joelle, clueing in first. “Please.”

“Up on the bed,” I tell her, slapping her backside again, less gently this time. “Think you can take that big cock? Might be a bit of a stretch.”

“Oh my God,” she says, climbing up on the bed. “Elliot, hurry.”

Elliot suits up as Joelle gets up on all fours facing me. By now, I’ve soaked a wet spot through the fabric of my pants. When I finally wrestle my cock free, the relief is so great I groan, drawing myself an audience.

Two sets of eyes follow my hand as I grip my dick, squeezing the head, smearing the precum already collecting at the tip. Elliot’s tongue darts out across his lip and it makes me so fucking hard I have to count backward from twenty to stem the urge to take myself all the way to the finish.

Joelle is gasping between us, her face barely a foot away from me. I bend down, catching her lips with mine in a heady kiss.

“You ready for him, baby?”

“Yes, God yes. Please.”

“Please, what?” says Elliot, kneeling behind her. “Take your time, Joelle. I could watch this pussy work all goddamn day.”

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