Page 51 of Manny

“We’re getting off topic.”

“The topic of?”

“Did you have sex with him?”

Her lips part as her eyes dart away. “Yes.” Her soft reply is filled with trepidation.

“Was it good?”

She bites her lip. I’m amazed when she doesn’t tell me to mind my own fucking business. “Manny, it was so good.”

“That’s great, I mean, if it’s what you want…”

Her lips press against mine and I groan, one hand reaching into her hair to pull her closer. Her lips are so fucking soft. She’s all breathy when we pull apart, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“It was great, but I can’t stop thinking about what I told you. About us, andhim.Watching us. Joining us. It’s all I can think about.”

“So he’s really okay with another man being with you?”

She nods. “He said he’s up for it, in the right situation. It’s not like he’s my boyfriend. We’re fooling around.”

“So did he mention After Dark?”

“No, I did. So, you’d still be up for that?”

Hell, yeah.I could grab my keys right now and drive on down there. Not that they’re likely to be open on a Wednesday night. My sad, pathetic life flashes in front of my eyes.

“Lace, you know I like you. I just don’t want things to get weird with us. We’re under the same roof now, and we’re friends, not to mention all the other stuff I just laid out.”

“We could be friends with benefits.” She presses a kiss to my lips again and she melts into my touch. I play with the ends of her hair. When she lifts back, I glance down and one of her nipples is peaking out of her tank.

I can’t help myself. I brush it with my thumb and she shivers, glancing down. She doesn’t try to adjust herself. She just lets me play. I know I shouldn’t. I should pull her tank back up, tell herthat this is too close for comfort and we should stop. Instead, I pull the fabric of her tank down a little more, revealing more of her juicy tit. My throat thickens and feels dry at the sight of her. She lifts, straddling over me as I fondle her. Palming the other one still hidden under her top.I can’t get her naked. I can’t get her naked…

“Lace, if we fuck…”

“We can just play,” she breathes. “If you don’t want to...”

“I want to.” I lean up, closing the distance as I close my lips over her nipple, then pull back. “But it’s gonna get complicated with another guy involved.”

“He’s okay with it, but I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t a little possessive. There’s meant to be no complications between us, as long as we’re honest. But I’m overthinking it…”

Knowing it’s an open situation makes me feel better. I wouldn’t want to be ‘the other guy’. And I’ve never been a cheater, but this way I’m off the hook. I mean, I’ve fantasized, but having Bandit in the room while we get busy is so goddamn hot. So is doing Lace with him at the same time. My balls tighten at the very idea.

“It’ll change things.” I blow on her nipple as her hands reach into my hair and she grinds her pussy on my dick over my sweats. I move one hand down to her hip, gripping it as I shift her hips back and forth, enjoying the friction.

“That doesn’t matter.” She drops the other strap of her tank, her tit falling out. I reach for it, and she keeps grinding against me. I want to feel between her legs, but before I even shift my hands, she does it for me. As I watch, she slides my hand down her body and into her sleep shorts. I groan when I feel her heat.

“Fuck!” She’s so slick, and she’s not wearing any panties. I suck her other nipple, pulling it with my teeth as my fingers brush her clit.

“Manny!”

Fuck yeah.

“Rub your pussy on me,Chantilly.Make yourself come.”

The friction is making me leak and I know I’m gonna come in my pants if she keeps this up.

“Right there,” she moans. I suckle harder, circling her little bud, and then she squeezes her eyes shut and fuck me if she doesn’t throw her head back groaning, then she’s coming all over my fingers. Watching her unravel is like sweet, sweet heaven.

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