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“Do it again,” I command, “but this time with your cock.”

Becca doesn’t waste a moment before shoving the thick strap-on in Lyla’s mouth.

“Turn it on,” I growl out and Becca presses the button on the inside of the dildo, turning on the vibrator.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans.

Every time she slams the dildo to the back of Lyla’s throat, the vibrator on the inside hits her clit, making her gasp in pleasure. Meanwhile, Lyla is still touching herself, moaning around the dildo. I would like to say I want to drag this out but tonight I’m just looking for something quick.

“On your knees behind her,” I command again to Becca. “Fuck her hard and fast. I want you both coming at the same time.”

Becca drops behind Lyla before grabbing both her hips and impaling her on the dildo, making them both moan in unison. I stroke my cock faster, tugging and squeezing at the head each time. I know I’m close and so are they.

“Pull her hair,” I grunt out. “Smack her ass.”

The sharp sound of a slap vibrates through the room before both girls are screaming through their orgasms. The sounds send me over the edge and I find myself coming hard into my other hand while I stroke and squeeze the last of my release out. I clean myself up and tuck my dick into my pants before resting my head back on the couch.

“We still have 30 minutes X. Is there anything else you want to do?” Lyla asks, biting her lip hopefully.

I casually point to two envelopes on the arm of the couch before leaning my head back and closing my eyes again. I hear her sigh before grabbing them and walking back towards Becca. I look up to see both girls exiting with their duffel bags in tow.

Only then do I finally stop and allow myself to break down. I punch the couch repeatedly before leaning my head between my legs and letting out a guttural roar.

What the fuck is wrong with me and why didn’t that feel as good as it should have?

I wordlessly exit the club and pull out the prescription in my pocket. It goes down dry and I know it won’t take long to kick in. I’ll be home when it does and maybe I’ll get some much-needed sleep.

Chapter 6

Corrine

I unlock the door to my place quickly, feeling Sam’s hands running up my back while I do it.

“I’m so glad you called,” she says. “I’ve missed you.”

I turn toward her and flash a smile. I feel guilty about the months of silence that I’ve shown her. Sam and I had been friends for a long time before we became friends with benefits. Somewhere along the way, I felt like it went from friendship to something more. But only for her.

And that wasn’t what I was interested in.

But now, after the night I’ve had—hell, the month I’ve had—I just need someone who knows me and what I like.

We walk through the doorway and I drop my bag on the table before turning and pulling her closer to me. She smells like vanilla and lavender, like always. Her blonde hair is loosely piled on top of her head and she’s in soft lounge pants and a workout tank top without a bra. Her nipples are tight and peeking through the thin fabric.

“I wish you would have given me more time to get ready,” she giggles. “I can’t say I was expecting this.”

“You don’t need to be any different for me,” I say, tucking my fingers under the bottom of her tank and running my hands up to her small breasts. She moans softly and tilts her head to the side, exposing her neck as her hands cup over mine on top of hershirt. I lick up the side of her neck and then nip at the skin. I see goosebumps erupt on her flesh.

“Corrine,” she starts, “I…”

I stop her before she can ask me where I’ve been or why I’ve been elusive for months. I kiss her, taking her bottom lip into my mouth and gently tugging. She shivers.

“Come here,” I say, pulling on her hands. She lets me pull her to the couch and I stand her in front of me before lifting her arms overhead and dragging the tank top off her. I kiss her collarbone and inhale her smell. She is so comforting, that smell. Her touch. I trail my mouth down between her breasts and wrap my thumbs into her pants. I tug them down and continue my trail of kisses.

“Corrine,” she says again. “Can we pause for a second?”

With that, I push her pants the rest of the way down and admire her panties. Lacy with little pink flowers, soft and sweet like her.

“We can talk later,” I say, and push her gently down onto the couch. I kneel in front of her and wedge myself between her legs. Then I lift her foot so her inner thigh is close to me and begin kissing and licking my way up. I put her leg on my shoulder. She’s moaning and rubbing her hands in my hair now. I grab her right hand and guide it to her pussy, encouraging her to touch herself over her panties.

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