Page 143 of Unforgettable

I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. He was hard, and his skin was velvety soft. Slowly, I pumped once, then a second time and finally teased a quiet grunt from him. I smiled against his neck and nipped at his ear. I pulled his lobe between my teeth and bit down hard enough to be rewarded with another groan, only deeper and slightly louder.

Under the sheet, I jerked him. Every time I wrapped my hand—or my mouth—around him, I forgot how long and thick he was. It was impressive, and just the memories of having him against my tongue made my mouth water.

My thumb brushed over the crown of him and collected the bead of precum. Quickly, I tossed back the sheet and licked the salty remnants from my thumb before sucking my middle finger into my mouth.

“Would you let me fuck you right here, right now? Take your ass the way you did mine last night.”

He was silent but for his heavy, uneven breathing. I sat still, my cock still bumping up against him, while I waited for his answer.

And finally, when the tension between us was nearly unbearable, he whispered, “Yes.”

Excitement poured through me like a dam breaking. I peered over my shoulder and retrieved the bottle of lube I’d spotted on the nightstand. We were too spent the night before to put anything away or pick up at all. After we’d each come down from our orgasm highs, it’d all started again.

Reed had muttered something about needing Amanda’s pussy while she reached over to me and suctioned her mouth around the head of my cock. It ended with Amanda riding Reed while I stood on the bed so I could fuck her face.

I was thankful for the easy access to the lube. I dotted a small-ish amount on my finger and fit my hand between our bodies. In the faint morning light, the sun streamed through the blinds and glowed against Reed’s tanned skin. His body was a work of art, and I was lucky enough to get to experience it.

“You’re so perfect,” I muttered against the bare skin of his shoulder as my finger found his tight hole. I wanted to work him with my tongue first, lick around his ass and then suck his miserably hard cock into my mouth while I fingered him. But I was desperate for him. I needed him like I needed Amanda, like I needed air.

He pushed back, seeking out my finger as I pushed inside of him. And I knew he was growing as desperate as I was. I worked my finger into his ass and gasped at the tightness. I’d fingered him a few times and used a butt plug on him once, but I didn’t think I’d ever get used to how he wrapped around my fingers. The sensation spurred a hunger inside of me.

My other arm snaked under his head and wrapped around him until my palm flattened on his chest, pressing him infinitely closer to me.

He welcomed my second finger and let out a contented growl from deep within his chest after only a minute or two. I dragged the pad of my digit against the tender spot a few inches inside of his ass and smiled when he bucked. My only hope was that I could replicate that reaction when it was my cock in his ass.

Our ragged breaths mixed, and my own cock was weeping. Precum smeared on Reed’s back and I was hard enough to cut glass. I was light-headed from the amount of blood being pumped to my lower half.

“Get inside of menow,” he growled.

“Always so fucking bossy. I have half a mind to make you beg,” I said this while extracting my fingers and dutifully lubing up my cock. “I think the word please would sound so pretty rolling off of your lips. It would be all growly and demanding, but—”

“Please.” I didn’t expect to hear the word from him, but it was exactly as I expected it. His plea was rough and his voice was gritty, but I appeased him. The crown of my cock, slick with lube, pressed against his tight hole. Slowly, with one hand gripped around my dick and the other drawing small circles around his peaked nipple, I pushed into him.

He was warm and tight, and his body clenched around my tip. I shook with the effort to hold back. But slowly, he opened for me, and inch by agonizing inch, I slid into him until I slipped past the resistance. My teeth dug into the skin at his neck to keep the growl building in my chest at bay.

“I really thought the first time you let me in your ass, you’d be on top, riding me. Because you so thoroughly despise giving up power. But this…” I pressed deeper, bottoming out so well that my hips were flush with his round, sculpted ass. “Having you like this feels like so much more.”

The words didn’t make sense, but my desire clouded every other thought. The desire and the feeling of Reed’s sweet ass tightening around my cock had overtaken all sense. And then I began to move. At first, it was a methodical pace—one that gave him time to overcome the less-than-comfortable feeling and tumble into the overwhelming pleasure that lay on the other side.

A delicious moan vibrated through him, and my entire body flushed like my skin was on fire.

“Better be quiet before you wake our girl up. You know she’s not a morning person.”

“She’s already awake.” Amanda’s voice was temptingly low. The sound was made of velvet and silk. Her blue eyes were hazy with a lust that made her appear drunk, and her tongue wetted her full bottom lip. Her hair was splayed across the pillow, and her skin was slightly burned from our day in the sun.

Just the sight of her, and her eyes so intently on us, made my cock twitch desperately.

“Didn’t mean to wake you,” I panted, not pausing my thrusts which were perfectly timed to Reed’s panted breaths.

“Keep going.” Her voice, unlike Reed’s, held a plea I knew well—one that was on the verge of insanity if it wasn’t satisfied.

“Yes, keep going.” Reed urged me on.

With Amanda awake and her eyes flitting between us, I didn’t hold back. I gripped Reed’s hip, the blunt edge of my nails digging into his skin, and I drove my cock deeper. My movements were greedy—I wanted to take all of him, needed to feel all of him. Every inch of him, inside and out, was ours.

Each stroke created a new sensation—they were deep and thorough, yet steady. Just like the pleasure curling around my spine and settling in my groin, it felt never ending.

Wrapped in my arms, Reed began to shudder, and I held him tighter, dragging my shaft against his prostate.

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