Page 30 of Hacker Beloved

Without hesitation, he leaped from the couch and landed on his knees behind her. On instinct, she squealed with delight at the sudden attention. CJ’s tongue snaked out hungrily and explored every inch of her sweet skin. “How does she taste?” I asked curiously.

CJ pulled away for a moment before answering breathlessly, “Like sweet candy.”

I watched them both—the man I love pleasuring the woman I was falling for fast.

CJ’s grip tightened on Zayla’s hips as his tongue licked circles around her swollen sex. I felt a warmth overcome my body as my gaze lingered, admiring the beauty and intensity of the moment.

My cock throbbed with anticipation as I rose from the couch and sank to my knees. Lifting my arm, I ran my hand up her thigh until I reached her wetness. CJ’s mouth left her sex and engulfed my finger. When I pulled it from his mouth, I pushed it into Zayla’s folds, and she clamped down around me. Her hips began to move frantically against me, wanting more intensity and pleasure. I smirked at her eagerness before nipping her backside playfully. “I’ll give you what I think you need.”

CJ moved to the side, and I leaned forward, my mouth watering in anticipation. As I tasted her for the first time, a low moan escaped her lips, sending a wave of electricity through my body. Her legs trembled beneath my touch, and I knew she’d need to move soon.

I pulled away reluctantly, her ass now at eye level. A craving rose up inside me, begging to be released, and before I could stop myself, I issued the order. “Hold on to your ankles, Zayla,” I stated. “We had said we’d be mostly vanilla tonight, but...my hand really itches to spank that ass of yours. And if you don’t like it, all you have to do is say red. We will need to discuss a safe word, but for tonight we will stoplight system. If you say red, everything stops and if anything is uncomfortable say yellow, we will talk through your feelings..”

“Okay,” she said, wiggling her butt teasingly.

CJ continued to caress her folds fervently as I brought my hand down firmly on her right cheek, the sharp slapping sound reverberating through the room. She let out a slight gasp of pleasure, yet remained silent, so I delivered another strong slap.

“Each time your hand connects, her sex tightens around my fingers,” CJ confirmed.

Feeling increasingly aroused, I increased the intensity, raining my open palm against her skin until it turned a bright cherry red. Yet even in the heat of the moment, I still took care to take breaks between every five strikes to gently rub and massage her reddened skin. Finally, after the fifth successive smack, Zayla shuddered and quivered as an intense orgasm coursed through her body. She started to fall toward the side, and I caught her in my arms.

Zayla’s eyes were half-lidded, and her lips curved into the most beautiful smile.

“That was hot as fuck,” CJ said.

“I liked it,” Zayla whispered, her tongue snaking out across her lips before she continued. “Do I get to watch you do that to CJ one day?”

CJ and I groaned in anticipation at Zayla’s suggestion. “Yes, but for now, let’s head to the bedroom.”

We made our way to the bedroom, the air thick with yearning. I could feel Zayla trembling in my arms as we approached, and I was desperate for her touch.

When we entered the room, I lowered Zayla’s feet and held onto her until she was stable.

When we entered the room, I lowered Zayla’s feet carefully, not wanting to let her go. “I think CJ needs some attention. Zayla, why don’t you help him strip?” I asked, my voice dripping with desire. Zayla slowly stepped toward him and placed her hands around his waist. I felt a wave of longing as she helped him unbutton his shirt, then unclasp his belt. He stood before us in nothing but his underwear, a look of anticipation written all over his face. Lastly, she slid his boxers down his body.

“Now go down on your knees,” I instructed her. When she was in position, I continued my orders. “Now I want you to take him in your mouth.”

She complied without hesitation. She took him in her mouth, and I watched with longing as she pleasured him.

I sat on the bed and stroked my cock in sync with their passionate embrace. I wanted nothing more than to join them, but for now, I contented myself with watching.

After a few moments, CJ let out a low, guttural moan that signified his nearing climax. “Stop, Zayla,” I said with ragged breath, “we still have a long night ahead of us.”

When she was only a foot away from me, she leaned back on her feet and lightly rested her hands on the mattress. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled in the half-light as she spoke. “Can I help you get undressed?”

My lips felt dry, and my throat tightened. “Yes,” I managed to choke out. CJ’s gaze never left us as Zayla pulled my pants off, along with my boxers. Her delicate fingers traced across my skin as she grabbed the bottom edge of my shirt and pulled it off in one swift motion.

I shuffled to the center of the bed and patted the mattress, signaling for Zayla to join me. Her soft bare breasts pressed against my side.

CJ stood at the foot of the bed, his tousled blond hair contrasting with his flushed cheeks. His gaze was fixed on my body as he licked his lips and ran a hand along the length of his erection.

“How about you come over here and wrap your lips around my cock?” I asked.

CJ complied, and the bed dipped as he climbed onto the bed. His warm lips wrapped around my cock. My breath quickened, and so did my heart. I wanted to savor this moment.

“Just seeing him do that is making me so hot,” Zayla purred from beside me.

I reached over. My fingers lightly brushed the side of her breast before I circled her hardened nipple with one finger. “Do you think I can make you come while CJ takes me deeper?” The words barely left my lips before CJ lowered his head and took my hardness deeper into his mouth. His tongue encircled the tip of my cock as a moan escaped my lips.

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