Page 9 of Puck So Good
Instead, I decide to make us both forget everything except the two of us as I kiss my way down her body to her wet core. I dip my tongue in for my first taste of heaven, and she does not disappoint as her tangy sweetness coats my tongue. “Fuck youtaste good.” I push her thighs wider apart, making room for my shoulders as I settle in to devour her pussy.
Her body jerks under my touch as my tongue glides from hole to clit, lapping at her juices. Needing to feel her fall apart in my arms, I insert two fingers into her wet heat and begin to pump in and out as my tongue plays with her clit, licking and sucking it until she comes around my fingers. ”That’s it. You’re such a good girl.” I praise as I lick her through her orgasm.
The bedroom door opens as a naked Charlie and a naked Brant walk in, “Do you mind if we join you?”
“Like you have to ask,” Blair says with a look of satisfaction.
I kiss my way back up Blair’s body and place a kiss on her lips. “Thank you,” I whisper for her ears only before shifting her in my arms so my back is on the mattress and she’s straddling my hips, my cock flush with her pussy waiting to enter.
Brant takes his place by Blair’s head, and I watch in fascination as she licks the tip of his shaft, running her tongue down his length to his balls, sucking on each one before returning to the tip and swallowing him all the way to the base over and over again.
Charlie must be finished lubing her ass as he lifts her hips, positioning her over my cock, and lowers her down. She’s so fucking tight, I think I’m going to blow my load way too soon. I take a deep breath, then exhale, trying to regain control.
A slight shift in the mattress alerts me that Charlie is positioning himself behind Blair. I grip Blair’s hips, guiding her up and down my shaft, as she cries out around Brant’s cock when Charlie seats himself all the way inside her. It takes us a few minutes to find our rhythm, but once we do, it feels like we’ve been doing this together forever—it’s so smooth.
“Yes!” Blair shouts at the top of her lungs as the rest of us grunt in some weird, synchronized way.
Blair is the first to orgasm, followed closely by Brant. I watch in awe as she swallows his cum, making sure not to waste a drop. I pump my hips faster, taking her deeper as the image of her drinking Brant’s cum burns in my mind.
“Shit.” Charlie groans, his body tightening as I feel his cock jerk as he shoots his seed inside Blair’s ass. It’s my undoing as I grip her hips tighter, positive I’m going to leave bruises, but too far gone to care.
Faster and faster, I thrust, my movements nearly inhuman, causing Brant and Charlie to each slip out of her holes. Finally, with one last hard thrust, I release inside her, silently hoping her birth control isn’t fully effective and she ends up pregnant with my baby.
I’m vaguely aware of Brant and Charlie cleaning Blair up as I hold her close in my arms and fall asleep, never wanting to let her go.
twelve
Blair
We’re on day fourof our daily routine. At midnight, Brant sends a driver to pick me up. The four of us spend the next seven hours having sex in every way possible. Then, at seven in the morning, I take a quick shower—sometimes alone, but most of the time with one or more of the guys. The driver takes me home, and our day starts all over again. If we happento see each other outside of those seven hours, we act like mere acquaintances.
Three months feels like a lifetime away, but if this is what we have to do for now, then so be it. I don’t even want to think about when the guys have to go back to Canada on business. They haven’t said anything, but I know it’s coming.
It’s five minutes past seven as I hurry out of their hotel room, only to bump into a stunning blonde woman standing outside their door. “Sorry,” I mumble the apology, keeping my head down and trying not to draw any unwanted attention.
“You poor thing. Are you their new plaything?”
My eyes snap to the woman standing in front of me, blocking my escape. “Excuse me? Who are you?” Anger laced in my voice at this snobby woman.
“I’m Jane. I’m Brant, Charlie, and Remy’s girlfriend—well, technically, soon-to-be wife. We’re getting married in three months. Didn’t they tell you?”
My heart sinks. Is she telling the truth? “No, they never mentioned you.” I hold my head up high, refusing to let this woman intimidate me.
“Oh, you poor thing. You really think they would pick someone like you over someone like me?” I want to slap the smirk off her face, but her words stop me. She’s right. She’s at least seven years older than me and a hundred times more sophisticated. “Look, if it’s any consolation, you’re not the first naive girlthey’ve done this with.” She places a hand on her flat stomach. “I hope when the baby arrives, they settle down so we can be one big happy family.” Bile rises in my throat at the thought of this woman carrying their child.
“Excuse me. I have to go.” I push my way past Jane and rush to the elevator, needing to get as far away from Brant, Charlie, and Remy as I can.
***
With my mind made up, I clutch my suitcase and stomp into the living room.
“Where are you going?” Ollie says, setting her Kindle on the coffee table before I have a chance to escape.
“I’m going on a sexcation.”
“A what?”
“A sexcation,” I repeat. “I’m going to one of those adult swingers' islands, where I’m going to have sex with who I want, when I want, and with however many I want.”
