Page 36 of Pin-up Girl

If he thought he was going to take my place, fuck that.

“I have another one.” He held it up between his fingers, and tore the foil.

Aubrey looked over her shoulder.

I nodded at Brodie’s shaft. “Why…?”

“Don’t want to make a mess jerking off.” With his other hand, he brushed the outline of my erection, and moved higher to unzip my pants.

I couldn’t hold back my groan when he gripped my shaft and freed me.

This had never been a part of an Aubrey fantasy, but I couldn’t find it in me to protest.

Brodie rolled the condom onto my cock.

“Did you find a new toy?” Aubrey’s playful question jerked my attention to her, still bent over, bare ass in the air and a pout on her face as she watched us.

“I’m not anyone’s toy,” Brodie growled.

I let out a strained chuckle, and his touch fell away.

“Absolutely not.” I gripped her hips and pressed into her backside as Brodie returned to his seat.

I slipped the head of my cock along her slit, spreading her juices and enjoying the rhythm of each delicious sound she made. When I thrust inside her, burying myself to the hilt, her pussy was tight and slick. Warm. Incredible.

If I lost myself in the dance too soon, this would end just as quickly. Even a good club beat started basic and worked itself toward a crescendo. I reached around Aubrey to find her clit, and she squeezed around me with a laughing gasp when I brushed the swollen nub.

I barely moved inside her as I teased lightly around the magic button. As her breathing grew faster and harder, I increased my touch to match.

She ground back against me, and covered my hand with hers, pushing my touch in with more weight.

Brodie watched us, eyes wide and lips slightly parted, his chest heaving.

When Aubrey’s grunts slid toward gasps then cries, I let my restraint fall away. I slammed inside her, my skin slapping against hers with every thrust.

She clenched around me when she came. Milking me. Torturing me in the best way. The more intense the beat between us, the more she screamed with pleasure.

Desire raced through my veins and tightened in my balls. Climax spilled from me, and I kept pounding. Drilling until she was shuddering more than squeezing, and I was spent.

As we stood there, catching our breath, the noisy fan of the air conditioner was the only other sound in the room.

When I had enough presence of mind, I pulled Aubrey upright, her back to my chest, and held her against me with her hand against my throat. I kissed the hollow behind her ear. “Officially my favorite toy.”

Her giggle of satisfaction was perfect.

My cock slipped out of her. “I should share you.”

Her oh, God, was filled with anticipation and almost enough to make me hard again.

“Go let Brodie play.” I slapped her ass lightly and nudged her in his direction.

Aubrey crossed the short distance between him and me, her hips swaying with sass and seduction. “Do you want a turn?” she asked.

“Fuck, Peach. You know I do.”

I ignored the tiny pulse of jealousy that he had a nickname for her.

He turned her to face me.

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