Page 117 of Chasing Lynda

I’ve never taken to a task with more enthusiasm, especially since Bennett is using the only wash cloth and rather than getting out of the tub to find another one, I decide to use my hands.

I seize her lips with mine, sliding my tongue against hers, applying just the right amount of suction as my soaped up open palms rub against her perfect tits.

She moans, her nipples becoming two hard points and that reverberates straight between my legs; I’m so fucking hard, that I’m surprised I’m still conscious and I know Lynda can feel it against her stomach.

My hands continue on their mission, washing down her rib cage and her belly. She gasps when my hands begin “washing” between her legs and my fingers slide all the way up from her entrance to her sweet spot, parting her skin until they find exactly where she loves to be touched.

“Oh, my God.” She exhales softly as I begin to stroke her, taking care to not apply too much pressure just yet.

She’s leaning against Bennett’s chest, completely abandoned to my touch and when she turns to kiss him long and deep, I’m shocked by the fact that it doesn’t bother me at all.

I keep working her, rubbing her in tighter and tighter circles, keeping the same rhythm of her heaving chest.

I know the exact moment when she’s about to come by the way her muscles tense up and I almost blow my load at how Bennett swallows her moans of pleasure.

Her eyes are closed and her back is arched.

My heart is beating so fast and loud in my ears that if I weren’t so close, I would’ve probably missed what she says next. “Fuck me.”

Bennett cups her jaw, locking his eyes onto hers. “Who, GT? Who do you want?”

Again, the answer maybe should bother me, but it totally doesn’t. “Both. I want you both.”

I want nothing more than to sink into her soft, wet heat to the hilt, but I need to calm down. Right now I’m so turned on by the way she just came apart on my fingers, that I’m worried I’ll blow my load instantly if I feel her tight pussy around me. So it isn’t just out of generosity that I drawl, “Bennett.”

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Bennett

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THE LAST THING YOU want to do when you’re naked in a bathtub with a hot girl is looking at your equally naked best friend in the eye.

And yet ...

We have Lynda between us.

Dodge is using his fingers on her and I’m kissing her deep, swallowing her moans of ecstasy.

Aside from the fact that I’d have never put my money on Dodge being so skilled, Lynda begs us after she comes. “Fuck me.”

That’s what makes me look at Dodge.

I mean, who was Lynda talking to? Me or him?

Thoughts are rushing in my mind a million miles a second, even though my blood seems to all be concentrated in my groin area, if I have to judge by how painfully hard I am.

She must be talking to Dodge.

I know they slept together at least once and they’re about to announce their engagement, so ...

She must be meaning him.

Lynda and I have been talking and making out and there was that afternoon in the pool house. But I’ve been purposely going slow because the more I get to know her, the more I realize that she could become someone extremely important in my life.

She isn’t one of my conquests, one of the girls I’d lose interest in the very second she became a notch on my bedpost.

So I look at Dodge.

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