Page 89 of True Blue

Her nipples pebble as the air hits them and I leave the dress where it lands, still covering her lower half as it hangs around her hips. Reaching around from behind, I start palming her breasts, making her head fall back against my chest as she arches against my touch. Her skin feels warm and pliable in my hands, making my mouth water. Her eyes close as I play with her, and Bentley’s eyes fixate on my hands gripping her six inches from his face.

“Do you want to help, Bentley?” His eyes jump to mine, nodding as his hands clench the duvet at his sides. I pinch Janette’s nipples, rolling them between my fingers as she writhes against me, moaning. “Should I let him help, Blue?”

She nods feverishly, curls rubbing against my chest. “Yes,” she hisses.

I lean down, continuing to play with Janette’s breasts while sucking on the skin below her ear. “No,” I say, keeping eye contact with Bentley from behind her. “I want him to watch.” Standing back up, I reach out, gripping the back of Bentley’s head and pulling him up off the bed. “Pants off.”

His hands instantly fall to the button of his jeans, popping the metal and tugging down his zipper. I hold his head back while he moves, our eyes on each other the whole time. He shuffles his jeans down his hips, pulling his boxers with them, but gets stuck, unable to push them down further without making me pull his hair. “Keep going,” I whisper. Janette leans against me, an inch of space between her and Bentley as she watches him shudder.

Bentley starts bending slowly, my grip becoming taunt as he rids himself of his clothing. He groans when his hair starts to tug, picking his feet up to get his pants off his calves, but keeping the pressure on his scalp. I smile when he stands back up, naked and hard in front of us.

The power I hold right now makes me feel giddy. “Go lay down against the headboard.” I release him and he immediately turns around, making my head spin. My hands move down to Janette’s bare waist, gripping her against me while we watch him crawl across the bed. He ends up against the headboard, eyes alight and chest heaving. I love him following my commands, and it looks like he’s enjoying the role reversal too. His hand moves toward his hard dick, stroking himself as Janette and I watch and the temperature in the room increases.

“Hands off,” I call, making him groan as he releases his cock. Janette shivers against me, a smile lifting her lips. “I want them above your head. You’re going to watch me make her come.”

“Fuck,” Bentley whispers as his head falls back, eyes closing. He slowly reaches his arms over his head and grips the hardwood headboard behind him. He takes a second before his eyes pop open, glaring at the two of us as he waits his turn.

“Good boy,” I repeat, smirking when his cock twitches against his stomach. “Keep your hands there.” I shuffle Janette to the edge of the bed. Placing a hand on the center of her back, I push her torso down flat against the bed. She moves her face to the side, leaving her hands flat against the duvet on either side of her head and wiggling her ass a little. Her hair splays out around her, curls falling haphazardly across one another.

Stepping up behind her, I smooth my hands over her bare back, grabbing her dress and pulling it over her hips to let it fall at her feet. She giggles when I glide my hands over her ass, a black thong the only material left on her body. I pull the side of it away from her body, letting it snap back against her skin and making her squeak. “Something funny, Blue?”

She shakes her head, eyes wide and mouth open. I roll her thong down over her hips as I slowly kneel behind her. Bringing the underwear down to her ankles, I let it fall to meet the dress. “Look at Bentley, love. I want you both to keep your eyes on oneanother the whole time.” I hear more than see Janette tip her head back to look up at Bentley while I push her legs farther apart with my hands on her inner thighs.

Trusting they’ll follow my directions, I lean in, parting her from behind with my tongue. Her legs shake and she inhales sharply as I bury my face into her further, tongue lapping at her soaked folds. Her taste floods me, savory and addicting as I leisurely lick her, wanting to take my time. She wiggles, pressing back for more pressure when I swipe over her clit and I bring my hands up to knead the flesh of her hips.

“Fuck, Axel. More.” I pull back, quickly slapping her ass. The sound of my hand against her skin echoes around the large white room. She moans. “Please,” she adds in a whine, stretching up on her toes for a moment.

I dive back in, sucking on her hard and lapping up everything she gives me enthusiastically. She squirms against my face, moving herself over me as I plunge my tongue in and out of her. Her cries spur me on, and I move my hand across her ass, quickly thrusting two fingers into her and pumping while I suck on her clit. She screams when I start curling my fingers inside her, flooding my mouth and clenching around my fingers as she comes. I continue lapping everything up, working her with my fingers still until she’s pulling away, small whimpers leaving her lips.

Slipping out from behind her, I stand up, sticking my fingers in my mouth and licking them off while I stare at Bentley.

He glares up at me. “If you both don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to explode,” he growls, knuckles white behind him, still on the headboard.

“So impatient,” I murmur, smiling. I lean over Janette, kissing her cheek again while she catches her breath against the bed. “Ready for the main event, Blue?” She nods lazily, eyeshalf closed. I help her up, holding her against me as she stands. Bentley watches us, precum leaking from his tip.

“Go lick him clean while I get undressed,” I whisper to Janette, nudging her toward our boyfriend. She crawls onto the bed, grabbing his dick and leisurely licking him from root to tip. His hips stutter underneath her, teeth pressing into his bottom lip as he watches her.

I unbutton my pants, watching the show as I remove them. My cock tents in my boxers, and I palm myself for a moment, giving myself a moment of relief before I drop my underwear too. Placing a knee on the edge of the bed, I move across the bed toward Janette and tap the side of her hip. She pops off Bentley’s dick, sitting up and looking at me over her shoulder, waiting for my instruction.

“Hands down, Bentley.”

He releases the headboard, sighing with the small release.

“Showtime, Blue.” I nod toward Bentley, and she moves over his legs, straddling him while I move in behind her as well. Bentley’s hands come up to grip her hips, massaging his fingers into her skin.

“You ready, babe?” she asks Bentley, and he nods. Looking over her shoulder, he meets my eyes.

“I want you inside me.” His words zap through my heated blood, electrifying my body. He’s always been the one in control and moving inside of me. I don’t know if he’s ever been with anyone like this, but we’ve done enough ass play together that I know this won’t be the first time he’s taken something inside him.

Nodding, I place my hands above his on Janette’s waist. “Let’s get you situated first.” I help her maneuver over him until they’re lined up, gripping Bentley as she slides herself across his tip. Bentley groans, gripping her tighter while he waits. Pushing her down with one hand, I hold him at the base as I seal themtogether, watching him disappear into her slowly. Once their hips meet, I sit back, studying Janette’s face as she tips her head back, hair spilling down her back and mouth open toward the ceiling.

“I could watch you two together forever,” I mutter. Janette smiles, head still tipped back, waiting for permission to move. “Pass me a pillow, Bentley,” I call, moving in closer behind Janette. Once I have the pillow in hand, I tap his hip, pushing Janette down against his chest. “Hips up.”

Bentley jostles Janette as he lifts his hips, allowing me to slide the pillow underneath him and prop them up for a bit more leverage. Janette places her hands against his chest, settling in against him at the new angle and making his eyes squeeze shut while he waits.

Grabbing the lube from the bed beside us, I pop the cap and pour a generous amount into my palm. “Do you want her to move, or wait until I’m inside you, Bent?”

“Wait,” he pants, eyes opening to look between the two of us. “I don’t know if I can hold off if she starts moving right now.”

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