Page 42 of Privilege
As the taste of him floodes my mouth, any last vestiges ofwhat the fuck am I doingare tossed overboard and swallowed up by the sea. I thrust my hips towards his and my eyes nearly roll back in my head as our dicks are crushed together, his rock hard cock against mine sending a shudder up my spine and an ache so deep in my balls I think I might come.
Like he knows, like he can feel my leaking cock kicking so hard I might blow, he eases his hips away from mine and pulls his mouth back. He traces my jawline with his thumbs, but then we both pause and turn our heads to the soft, sweet moan coming from beneath us.
Both of our jaws drop at the sight of Cara spread out on the sunbed, hand in the bottoms of her little white bikini, a wet spot soaked right through the crotch as she fingers herself.
Jesus Christ.
That dreamy, lusty expression is the only thing other than cum that I want to see on her face for the rest of my life.
“Don’t youdarefucking stop,” she says, her voice uncharacteristically breathy.
I can’t unglue my eyes from her fingers sinking in and out of her soaked pussy.
Rich’s lips slide along my jaw, nipping at the skin, working his way towards my chest. My whole body is buzzing in response to his wandering hands. He keeps moving down,down, down…
Cara moans again, much louder this time, and starts to pump harder into herself. She throws her head back, her long tan neck shining in the sun, as if the sight of Rich’s mouth at the waist of my trunks is her greatest wish come true.
He takes a big breath, big enough that I can hear it.
“I forgive you, big brother,” he says. And then he shoves my bathing suit out of the way, pops out my cock, and he sucks my dick into his mouth so hard I come before I’ve even hit the back of his throat.
Fuck.
FUCK.
FUUUUUCK.
I know words are coming out of my mouth. I know a lot of them are profanities. But I can’t hear them. I can’t hearanything.
Like sinking to the bottom of a pool.
I’ve been waiting my whole fucking life for this.
Mine.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Rich
Jesus that’s a lotof cum…
I’ve never sucked a dick before and I suddenly have a much greater appreciation for oxygen.
It’s enormous. My jaw is stretched wide and he still fills my whole mouth. I’ve taken him right to the back of my throat and my lips still aren’t touching the dark hair around the base of his dick. But it’s thecumthat I’m trying to keep up with; it’s filling my mouth and starting to leak down my chin and drip onto his balls.
Dane is cursing, half-yelling garbledfucksand other shit that makes no sense while I’m drowning in fucking jizz. My cock is hard as steel in my bathing suit and dripping as much as his balls are now.
I like this,I realize.
I press my tongue against his shaft, sealing him tighter against the roof of my mouth, and he jumps, hips jerking forward. I do it again.
“Godfuckingdammit Rich!” he shouts. He clutches at the back of my head. “Stop.Fuck!”
I squeeze my lips harder around his shaft, hollow out my cheeks and keep sucking until he grabs me by the hair and yanks me off, his chest heaving. He looks pissed.
It’s called post orgasm torture, bro. Get used to it.
But I’ve got something else on my mind. I turn to Cara and yank off her bathing suit bottoms. She immediately spreads her legs for me, her pussy the wettest I’veeverseen it.
