Page 111 of Some Like It Hot

Her response is to moan in approval.

I stand up and shed my pants, shifting the coffee table out of the way. I take Elise’s hands and pull her to an upright position. It puts her face right in my junk.

“Well, hello,” she says.

Then she flicks her tongue over my head.

I hiss.

“Not so tough now, are you?” she asks, sounding smug as she cups my balls.

Then she takes me deep.

This definitely wasn’t the plan, but I indulge in the sensation of her hot little mouth clasping around my dick three or four times before I step back. Taking her hands, I spin her forward and pull her to her feet.

Covering her lips with mine, I give her a deep, passionate kiss.

Then I crack her on the ass. Hard.

She jumps and gasps.

Aidan groans. “You have no idea what a fantastic view Simon and I have right now.”

I do. Elise has a perfect ass. It’s full, bouncy, and super soft when you grip it.

It’s one of the many reasons I love fucking her from behind.

I have a feeling Aidan and I are going to be arm wrestling over who gets to be the one to take her ass. Simon is more into her breasts, which works well. He can spend an hour sucking her nipples, which are highly sensitive. But both Aidan and I have an ass addiction.

I tug her hand and pull her away from the couch so they can stand up.

Aidan bends down and lifts Elise up with one arm under her ass. She shrieks, but she loves it. She’s smiling and laughing.

“That’s high enough,” she warns him.

“Nope. You’re getting the full treatment.” He uses his hips and knees to bounce her up and over his shoulder.

Her hair is dangling forward, her sweatshirt bunched up around her waist. “This is ridiculous,” she says, but her voice is filled with pure delight.

As Aidan starts down the hallway, Simon reaches out and gives her backside a soft little smack. It’s gentler than what I gave her, but she responds to it by wiggling her ass in open invitation for more.

She loves what we all have to give her in equal parts and damn, if that isn’t fucking hot.

Simon glances back at me. “You get her pussy, Wilder.”

“I know what you’re doing,” I murmur so Elise and Aidan can’t hear. “I appreciate it, but it’s not necessary.”

“Don’t be a twat,” he tells me. “This way I can see Aidan’s ass, which I much prefer to seeing yours. I’m a selfish son of a bitch.”

Then he gives me a wink and turns back, kneading Elise’s ass with his hand.

I shake my head. He’s letting me off the hook.

I’ve also never been called a twat in my entire life.

I’m actually going to miss the wise-cracking and thoughtful Brit when he goes home and I’m in the woods.

Who would have thought?

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