Page 11 of Stuck On Them

She sat back on her heels again, her hands crossing over her stomach. I didn’t like that she wasn’t comfortable with us seeing her. Garrett must have had the same thoughts as me because he white-knuckled the arms of the chair as we swiveled to face the side of them. The view was absolutely perfect.

Ryker stood, towering over her, and he grabbed her chin, tilting it up. “You are fucking beautiful.” He turned her head so she could look at us. “Show her how hard you are.”

This wasn’t part of our thing, but I could see what he was doing. I undid my pants and my hard cock sprang free, the tip glinting with my reverse Prince Albert piercing.

Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to wet her lips as I wrapped my hand around the base of my shaft. Since I couldn’t tell her how turned on I was by her, I gave myself a few solid pumps.

Ryker released Paige’s chin and unbuckled his belt, drawing her attention back to him. He freed his cock and grabbed a handful of her hair, causing her to whimper and get back up on her knees. “Open that sweet mouth of yours, so I can fuck it and show you just how much you turn me on.”

She opened and took him all the way to the back of her throat, gagging when he went too far. Her hands wrapped around the back of his thighs as he pulled all the way out and traced her lips with the tip.

He smoothed back her hair. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” She took him in her mouth again and he groaned, his eyes never leaving hers.

“I was going to fuck your mouth, but I like this much better, don’t you?” He flexed his hips. “That’s it, Paige. Your mouth feels so good, just like I knew it would.”

Garrett shifted in his seat, his cock jutting out from his pants. His fingers dug into his thighs as he watched the erotic display in front of us.

My attention was drawn back to the scene as Paige shoved Ryker’s pants and boxers down to his ankles. Her hand went between his legs to massage his balls as she sucked and licked his dick like it was her dessert.

Gone was the shy woman who’d looked like she was ready to cry or bolt out the door, and in her place was a woman who wanted to be seen. It probably helped that she was performing the sexual act on Ryker instead of vice versa. Being watched by two strangers was a big leap of faith to take.

Ryker moaned, his eyes shutting and jaw clenching as if he were holding back. “Are you going to let me come down your throat, baby?”

She nodded and wrapped the hand not fondling his balls around the base of his cock and twisted while pumping. My balls tingled as I did the same to myself. I wanted to come at the same time and paint her back, but that was out of the question.

“Fuck, yes,” Ryker said through clenched teeth, his ass muscles flexing as he spilled down her throat. “Take it all. That’s it. Swallow it like a good girl.”

I fucked my fist, gritting my teeth to stop any sounds from coming out every time my hand rubbed over my piercing. Garrett made a soft strangled sound, and I looked over right as his cum shot out in a stream all over his hand.

I was a goner.

My own orgasm hit me like a ton of cannoli, all the pressure that had been building up in my balls releasing in a rush. My hot cum spilled onto my hand, and I quickly placed my other under it so it wouldn’t get all over the damn place.

She released Ryker’s cock and he caressed her cheek. “Look at the mess they made because of how sexy you look.”

Ryker backed up a step, his cock hanging half-mast against his thigh as he unbuttoned his sweater.

Her freshly fucked face turned toward us, her lips red and swollen and her cheeks flushed. A bead of sweat glistened on her forehead and she wiped it with the back of her hand. “I should um… get them towels.”

Ryker’s pants were still around his ankles so he couldn’t stop her from standing and going to the bathroom where she promptly shut and locked the door.

“What the fuck just happened?” Garrett muttered to himself.

“It’s been a while for us, and maybe that was a bit too far having you two take your dicks out.” Ryker shuffled closer to us and threw his shirt and sweater onto the coffee table behind us before he toed off his shoes.

“Think she’ll come back out?” I swiveled some to look at the bathroom door where I could hear water running. “Would be a shame if she wanted to stop.”

“She was into it, but maybe she’s nervous about what’s next.” Ryker kicked off his pants and left them in a pile on the floor with his shoes, which was unlike him, and started walking toward the bathroom. “I’ll check on her.”

I swiveled toward Garrett. “How are you doing?”

“Fine.” He looked across the bed and out the window on the other side.

I looked down at myself and sighed. “The only thing that would have made that orgasm better is if she’d wrung it from me herself.”

He tensed right before my eyes, and I smirked. I knew I was pushing his buttons, but it had been over a year since all of us had crossed the boundaries we’d set long ago. Ryker was the only one who got to touch and we never had the same woman twice.

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