Page 70 of Lucy and Her Wicked Three

Understanding dawns. Of course, he's never done this before. He's probably worried I'll go straight to fucking his ass.

We'll work up to that. Not tonight, though.

"You can touch me, if you want."

His eyes meet mine, breath coming out in quick pants. Without breaking eye contact, he reaches out, fingertips gently wrapping, closing into a fist around my cock. My knees wobble and I tilt my pelvis forward, my cock pushing further into his palm, making his touch firm up.

I love the feel of a woman. Soft hands, gentle touch. But it's a different kind of pleasure with a man. They aren't worried about hurting you. They know how hard you can take it, because they know what they like. I bet right now Silas is thinking about how he likes to jack off, how hard he likes to fuck his fist.

I pull him in for a kiss while he touches me, which makes him pump faster and tighter.

"Fuck," I rasp, pulling away. "You keep doing that, I'm going to come."

Silas grins. Fuck, a cock-sure Silas is going to be problematic. He loves learning new things in the bedroom. He'll be unbearable, knowing how easily he can pull me to the edge. I can't wait.

"On the bed," I tell him.

"You can be in charge tonight," he nips my bottom lip. "But you know I like control. I hope you're ready for the monster you're creating."

I can't help it, my eyes shoot down to his cock. It proudly bobs up, nearly in line with his hard abs. He chuckles and I nearly shove him onto the bed.

"Lie down," I demand. He does as I say. Grabbing lube out of the bedside table, I toss it on the bed beside him. His eyebrows lift in question, but I don't ease his curiosity.

Straddling his legs, I reach out and grip his length. He hisses, arms slapping out, grabbing the pillows. His fingers indent the fabric, curling in desperately, and when I lean down and lick the tip, he bellows.

I open my mouth and take him in completely, just how he taught Lucy the other night. I fantasized about them taking turns with me, her mouth, then his. Soft and hard, quick and slow.

Hollowing out my cheeks, I take him deep and he grunts, making noises I'd never heard him make before.

"Holy fuck, my man. You can suck some cock."

I preen, but don't respond, keep working his length instead, letting him hit the back of my throat. I moan and hum against him, loving the light, salty taste of his skin. After a few minutes I release him and grab the lube, working the slick up and down hisshaft. His eyes widen when he watches me reach back and put a little on myself.

Pupils blown wide, lips parted in awe, I lean forward and kiss Silas, feeling the masculine texture of his rough face, loving the feel of his strength as he grips my hips. Holding his cock in place I slowly lower down, taking him inside me.

"Fuuuckk!" He grunts, and I give a quick undulating pump just to feel his desire and shaking need spill out of his pores. I love how strong he is, his thick biceps reaching out, flexing, hands grabbing my thighs and moving with me as I lift and lower.

"Holy fuck, Noah. Oh my god," he holds me tight while I work his length. Slowly at first, so I can get used to him in this position, then I lean back, letting his full length fill me up. His eyes track my chest, down to my cock, which bounces with me as I begin fucking him.

"It's so good. Oh my god, Noah, you feel so good." Words I never knew I needed to hear. All the years I spent staring at him, not knowing why he captured my attention so ardently. His tattoos, artistic talent, his easy going nature, his sexy as fuck body, cocky smile, beautiful face… the swagger in his steps.

I love him. I fucking love my best friend.

And oh god he feels so good inside me. Silas's hands slap the mattress beside us, and he frantically opens the tube. I almost freeze, but keep going, letting him explore. I told him he could touch me, and I meant it.

While I ride him, he roughly grips my cock, firmly gripping root to rip, twisting his fist while his hand fucks me hard. I choke down the cries of pleasure, my ass gripping his cock so tightly while the friction builds. Canting my pelvis just right, I lean and his huge cock hits all those points inside of me that shatter my walls. My head throws back the pure pleasure and I know it's coming.

"I can't," I rasp. "I can't hold it."

He doesn't relent working my cock and I chance a look down, seeing he's covered in a sheen of sweat. His brow is furrowed, eyes staring at my dick in his hand, his muscles pulled tense and I realize he's close, too. Without changing anything else, with each upward thrust, I clench my ass and Silas howls.

There's no slow build. It booms out of me like an explosion.

"Fuuahh!" I cry out. My cock explodes from the prostate orgasm, my come shooting onto his chest, pooling on his abdomen. He keeps thrusting his hips, pumping up into me and I shudder with his grip around my cock. It's too sensitive, but when his fist tightens once, I feel him grow taut and he cries out. His hips buck wildly and warmth fills my ass.

He shakes and shivers and I wait a second before leaning forward, letting his dick slip out of me. My chest spreads the come around between us. I have an instinct to apologize, to pull away, but his arms wrap around me, holding me tight. His arms flex, and I realize, I'm the tense one, not him.

So I relax into his embrace. And we lay like that for I don't know how long, his hand absently caressing my back. It makes me want things. Things I don't know if he's ready for with me, but if he's willing to try this…

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