Page 55 of Covert
"Diesel, get over here, on your back. Or are you not the type of man who eats pussy?" Maddox challenges, but I see it for what it really is. He's not worthy of playing with her if he's not willing to get a little messy.
"You tell him, pretty girl. Am I the type of man who eats pussy?" he taunts back, pushing up from the recliner and pulling his T-shirt over his head.
Her grin widens. "Like it's your job."
She widens her knees as she makes space for Diesel between them, before taking me in her hand. She's sucked me off before, but every time feels magical. Like the gift I know that it is. And it's not lost onme that the pleasure she brings me is only possible because of the heart of her. Because of her trust, patience, and insistence that I'm a man worthy of being seen and taken care of.
And tonight, she's finally all in.
She gasps and groans at whatever Diesel's doing between her legs. Her forehead falls into my lap as a sexy moan escapes her lips.
"I think you're supposed to open your mouth first, darling," Axel teases. Her small hands grip my thighs as she presses herself back up. She grips my hot length in her hand and strokes it once, twice, before her eyes find mine and she kisses the tip. Pre-cum stretches from my tip to her lower lip as she leans back, and my cock jumps. I gather up her hair in my big hands and form a ponytail at the back of her head, keeping her hair out of her face.
Axel produces a scrunchy from somewhere, and I make the messiest, prettiest ponytail I've ever seen. She smiles softly at him in thanks before turning her attention back to me.
This time, she licks the tip, and I melt into the couch, waves of pure pleasure rolling through me.
She drags her warm, wet tongue from the base of me to the tip, flicking her tongue just beneath the head, causing me to jump again.
"I fucking love when she does that to me," Axel says. It should be weird that they're watching my dick, but it honestly isn't. They've seen me at my best and my worst. It makes sense they'd be a part of this, too.
She takes me to the back of her throat, and I groan. The warmth of her mouth, the slide of her tongue, is all too much. I won't last long. Maddox was right. I needed this to take the edge off.
Her panted breaths tickle my shaft when she pulls back, and I can only imagine what Diesel's doing to her. One hand finds my balls and squeezes them gently, and I'm thrust over the edge.
"C-coming, baby," I grunt in warning, having already forgotten what Maddox told her. Instead, she keeps me in her mouth, rope after rope of cum hitting her tongue and the back of her throat. Her eyes are pinched shut in concentration as she moans, her entire body taut like a bow. She's coming, too.
Fuck, she's beautiful like this. Pale cheeks flushed red, hair mussed, breathing hard, and riding through her pleasure.
Diesel slides from between her legs and wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his hand, and she swallows and collapses into my lap, breathing hard.
I move a loose strand of hair from her sweaty forehead to behind her ear.
"How do you want to do this, baby?" I ask, my hand tenderly touching her cheek.
Glassy brown eyes find mine.
"Just like this," she says, her voice husky. She stands and strips naked, before stroking my still semi-hard dick back to life. I hold one round breast in my hand while I drop my head to the other, licking and stroking her nipples. She arches her back and holds my face to her chest.
When I release her, she drops one knee to the sofa next to my hip before the other follows, and she's straddling me like she was the first night we crossed that line.
I grip her hips and hold her in place. "Are you sure about this?"
Soft eyes find mine, and I see it there. The love, the surety there. Instead of answering, she kisses me, and I feel everything in this kiss. The promise, the future, the surrender. She's with us. She's not planning on leaving. And I fall even more in love with her.
She kisses me, even as she grips me in her hand again, and brings me to her entrance. She's still soaked from Diesel's ministrations, but she drags herself up and down the underside of my shaft twice before bringing the tip back to the entrance. She kisses me the entire time, and she slowly takes me in. Her pussy feels amazing. Tight, warm, wet. It's everything. It's heaven. And I never want to leave it. She only breaks the kiss once she's fully sat on my thighs, taking me to the hilt.
She sighs, pressing her forehead against mine. "We good?"
I grunt my response, already feeling my heartbeat in my cock. Fuck, now I understand why the guys want her so much. She's everything I didn't know I needed.
She rests her hands on my shoulders, and so incredibly slowly, she rolls her hips in a circle. I feel every ridge, every inch of her tight pussy squeezing my length like a vice. Her eyes find mine, and she doesn't break the eye contact the entire time she rides me. Slow, careful movements that let me feel everything. It's intense, emotional, and vulnerable.
Even with the eyes of the other guys on us, my universe narrows down to the woman in my lap and the point of connection we have. My orgasm builds slowly, but powerfully. My gut tightens as I feel it growing. Pressure begins at my tailbone, shooting tingles and sparks up through my gut. But she's not there yet. I drop my thumb to her clit and watch it with rapt fascination as two hands reach around her to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples. In an instant, she squeezesaround me, strangling my cock and crying out my name. Her name leaves my breath on a prayer, so my orgasm barrels through me ruthlessly.
It's so intense, that my vision begins to blacken. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her to my chest, feeling hers heaving. I'm tethered to her, body and soul, as we catch our breaths and come back to reality.
Finally, as the sweat begins to cool, she lifts her head, takes my face in her hands, and kisses my cheeks, my nose, my lips, my forehead.
