Page 81 of Fracture

The praise has me harder than steel, and I slouch back against the warming black leather of the sofa. I keep my eyes on Stella as Levi spits into his palm and fucks me with his hand.

Stella drops low to the floor, balancing expertly on her six inch heels like a trained dancer, and her dress rides up as she spreads her knees. Her cunt is glistening, a bright ruby red in the blue light of the club, the memory of that taste tracing over my tongue. My cock leaks pre-cum all over Levi’s hand at the thought, and the sudden slickness has me sucking a breath.

Levi drops to his knees on the floor in front of me, pushing my thighs apart. My chest pounds as I breathe, looking down at him and running my hand through his hair.

“Watch her, pretty boy.” He drags his tongue along the underside of my cock, and my head falls back against the couch, my eyes on Stella as she rises back to her feet, turning her back to me. At the moment that Levi takes me in his mouth, sucking me deep into his throat, Stella peels her dress from her body, pushing it over her ass, letting it drop down her long legs, and kicking it off the dais.

My brain short-circuits as Levi sucks me hard, Stella dancing right in front of me in nothing but a pair of high heels. Right here in my own club. Thank fuck that door is locked. Thank fuck no one can see in through those windows and see our girl bend over, exposing that perfect, smooth pussy.

Stella flicks her hair over her shoulder as she straightens, half-turning towards me, her hands on her breasts. She circles her hips, her round ass moving in a way that has me envisioning her on top of me, her hot cunt enveloping me as she screams and moans.

I need to touch her, I can’t handle this. I need to be touching them both. The pressure in my spine and my stomach builds as Levi’s mouth works me, and I raise my hand, gesturing to Stella with two fingers to come to me now.

She obediently steps down from the dais, sauntering towards me, swinging her hips. Our girl, totally fucking naked in a nighclub.

She looks down at Levi’s head bobbing in my lap with open hunger, then kneels on the couch beside me. I grab the back of her head and pull her in to me, kissing her and suddenly aware of her features in a way I never was before, the taste of her tongue and the heat of her lips, the way her body feels against my exposed chest.

Her delicate fingers stroke down the side of my throat, and I break the kiss to turn into her touch, her fingertips pressed to the seam of my lips. Fuck, I love her hands. I take herfingers into my mouth, sucking on them as she kisses my neck, my collarbone, her mouth traveling further, further, until her teeth close around my nipple and bite. Not hard enough to hurt but enough to have me moaning around her fingers, my hips bucking to shove my cock to the back of Levi’s throat. His hands spread on my thighs, holding me in place.

I hold Stella’s hand to my mouth, biting and sucking on her as my other hand moves between her thighs, finding that slick heat it was seeking out. Her moan echoes across my chest as I slide two fingers over her clit, sweet and engorged, begging to be devoured.

Pleasure, like iron, like silk, runs down the length of my shaft, my balls drawing up tight as Levi continues the relentless movements of his tongue, his teeth raking along my sensitive skin. Stella whimpers and mewls against my chest as I massage her clit, and it’s heaven, perfection fucking incarnate to have them both here, my best friend sucking me harder and harder, and the first woman I ever loved moaning and scratching at my chest as I drive her closer to her climax.

Or maybe it’s sin, and I’m so far gone that I don’t care that my grandfather was right. If this is sin, if this is an abomination and an insult to God, then so fucking be it. I’ll let those flames consume me forever, if this is what that is. If this is how I spend eternal damnation, I do not give a single fuck.

Stella comes quietly, and I can feel she needs more, I can feel it in the way she tries to guide my fingers inside her, the way her hips roll greedily, completely involuntarily. She needs, just like I need.

And then I throw my head back, Stella’s lips against my throat as I groan, one hot stream after another pumping down Levi’s throat, the pressure of each swallow wrenching out every last drop of my release. It’s so much, so fucking much, I can feel it escaping his lips and running all over me, coating his chin andmy thighs. He pulls back, lips full and eyes wild with need, when Stella descends on him, kissing him hungrily, and my fucking god, watching her lick and suck at his lips, tasting me,meon his tongue, I know I need to get them both out of here right now.

As though she can sense my thoughts, Stella turns to me, her hands raking up my stomach. “Take me home,” she says, and though I can’t hear the words over the music, I don’t need to. Her perfect mouth huffs a hot breath against my skin, still vibrating with what Levi’s tongue just did to me, and they both gaze up at me, bright and dark all at once, lit up with what else this night is going to bring us.

Somehow Stella is back in her dress, and Levi cleans me up suitably to go back out in my own goddamn club. We’re grabbing at each other, stumbling drunkenly though our desire has made us all stone-cold sober, or drunk on something else entirely. I can taste the saltiness of my release on Levi’s lips, and I can’t help but push him against a wall and kiss him, drink him down as he presses his rock-hard dick against my hip.

“Come on, pretty boy,” he says with a groan, ice blue eyes flashing in the whirring club lights as he gazes up at me. “I need you both in my bed, right now.”

Stella is at my back, her hands around my waist, and I look down to watch her rub Levi through his jeans. Levi clenches his eyes shut, hissing out a breath. Her heat seeps through that flimsy dress, through my shirt to my skin, and here between them, deafening music around us, I feel whole andright.

We make it back to the car through a blur of bodies and lights, and Levi swipes shut the window to the driver. In an instant, before the car’s even pulled away from the curb, he has Stella on the floor. They’re a tangle of limbs, her legs wrapping around his waist as their lips meet feverishly. Her dress rides up around her hips, baring her ass to me as I lean back against the seat and watch.

I forgot how much I like to watch. Maybe it’s the fact that my climax is still burning through my body, spent and sated and fulfilled enough to just sit back and watch, enjoy the sounds and smells of their arousal from here. Stella whimpers and moans into Levi’s mouth as he ruts against her. It’s filthy and desperate, their need for each other, not caring that we’re in a car driving through the city, lights and people rushing past the windows as the driver takes us home. It doesn’t matter to them, and it sure as fuck doesn’t matter to me.

“Oh god,” Stella breathes, her back arching as Levi pulls down her dress, his mouth covering one of her plump nipples, a hand bracing under her hip to hitch her up higher, giving me a perfect view of her dripping pussy. “Levi, I need you. Please. Please.” She fists his shirt, twisting and arching, fighting to get as much of him exposed as she can.

Levi pulls back from her, and grins over his shoulder at me. He pulls Stella up to her knees, and she leans against him, eyes closed, lips seeking his.

“Bend over, baby girl,” he commands, directing her towards me.

Without hesitation, she lays over me, and I wrap my arms around her, her greedy mouth consuming mine. Sweat lines her lips, and she’s trembling ever so slightly. Her dress is pushed up to meet my arms, and Levi’s fingers brush my forearms as he caresses her back.

She cries out as she kisses me, the sounds muffled by my tongue. She breaks the kiss, her eyes closed and her mouth parted as she moans. “Oh fuck,” she murmurs. She looks over her shoulder, and my gaze follows hers, to where Levi is kneeling behind her. His hand is between her thighs, I can hear how wet she is as his fingers move.

He looks down at her, at where his hand is fucking her slowly, and growls low in his chest. “Such a pretty pussy.” Heshoves her forward against me, aided by the movement of the car as it takes a curve in the road, and he buries his face between her legs.

Stella moans against my neck, her fingers clawing at my skin.

“Does his tongue feel good?” I ask her, tipping her flushed face up with my fingers, so her hooded eyes are gazing up at me. She nods, panting, licking her lips.

“Oh fuck, it feels too good.”

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