Page 69 of Double Play

I honestly don’t care if Cheetah watches. I’ve been starved for my man. My hands are moving all over his body. I breathe into his ear, “This is happening with or without him here. You can be on top, and we’ll stay under the blankets if you’d prefer. I need you.” I give his cock a squeeze. “I need this.”

While still straddling his body, I lift my torso away from his, not remotely caring that I’m exposing my top half. I hear Cheetah gasp. “So fucking hot.”

Layton’s eyes widen, and he covers my breasts with his hands. Through gritted teeth, he says, “What are you doing, are you insane?”

“I have a condom in the pocket of my sweatshirt. I need to grab it.” With his hands remaining on me wherever I move, I reach for my sweatshirt.

Cheetah laughs again. “I love that she came prepared with a condom. BYOC. Lancaster, you hit a grand slam with this one.”

I giggle as I pull out the condom, tear it open, and roll it onto his length. I know he wants to stop me, but he also wants to cover my body so Cheetah can’t see me.

Cheetah sighs. “Stop being such a little bitch. Your girl needs some amor. Give it to her.”

I nod. “I do. You said Cheetah likes to watch. What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is that I don’t want him to see your body and I don’t want him to see us like that.”

Cheetah shrugs. “I’ve seen you with women before.”

“Notthiswoman.”

As if my desire wasn’t already on overload, that statement tips me over the edge.

Cheetah mutters, “Ugh, fine. I’ll turn around and jerk off to the noises. Be loud for me,sunshine.”

I slip off my shorts under the blankets. “That sounds like a fair compromise.”

Layton looks at us both like we’re crazy. “This isn’t a negotiation or a group discussion.”

Cheetah turns around, facing away from us. He shouts over his shoulder, “This is the most you’re getting from me.”

Layton is about to argue more when I lift, place his giant tip at my entrance, and wiggle my way down onto him. He breathes, “Holy fuck.” I know I’ve got him now.

The head of Layton’s penis is so fucking wide. Every time he enters me, the rest of the world around me disappears. I’ve never felt anything better. And he knows how to work it, how to rub it against the right spot. Each time with him gets better and better. I don’t think it’s possible, but then he outdoes himself.

I hear Cheetah snicker. Layton snaps his head toward him. “No noises from you, motherfucker.”

“Don’t worry. I just want to hear her noises.”

I lean forward and take his face in my hands. With my forehead pressed to his, I say, “Pretend like it’s just you and me. We’re the only two who exist right now.” That’s the way it feels with him. Like no one else exists.

He looks at me with so much affection. I’ve known him foronly a few months and no man has ever looked at me the way Layton is right now. What is happening between us? It feels so strong. Too strong.

He seems like he wants to say something but doesn’t because of our company. I whisper, “I feel it too.”

Tracing his lips with my tongue, my hips begin to roll over him. He’s a little stiff at first, but as soon as I get into a rhythm, I can feel his body relax. His hands begin to wander my body, worshiping every curve along the way.

We start off slow, happily getting reacquainted, but things build quickly. Our desire for each other, coupled with the long separation, pushes this to full-fledged fucking in no time. I’m giving him everything I have.

The room is filled with the sounds of our skin slapping, and our moans get louder and louder.

I can hear Cheetah mumbling in Spanish, but I’m trying to drown him out. My moans are nearly out of control. Layton tries to muffle them with his mouth, but I tilt my head back and completely give into the moment. I don’t care about Cheetah. I care about what’s happening between Layton and me as I feel him moving inside me.

In one swift move, he flips us over so he’s on top and in complete control. He gives me long, deep strokes. That massive head of his rubs the right spot over and over. My world is spinning.

With his face buried in my neck, I hear a groan from across the room. I turn to see Cheetah watching us with heavy lids, stroking himself ferociously. Knowing what watching us having sex is doing to him is ramping up my own arousal. I don’t think it’s possible to be any more turned on than I am right now.

Layton brings me back to him by whispering in my ear, “Mark me. I’ve missed it. I need reminders of you on my body. Reminders of what my cock does to you.”

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