Page 15 of Once a Month

I lower my head and slip my tongue through her folds. She shifts down a bit, and I get more access to what I want. After only a moment, her hips start rocking against my face.

“Yes, baby. Fuck me,” I hear one of my friends say.

“God,” she whispers.

I smirk – she’s loving this. Her legs spread farther, and I slip my tongue down and inside her. My hands move to her breasts. I squeeze them over her dress and suck on her clit again. Then, I twist her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. There are moans coming from behind me that I recognize – someone’s having a pretty good orgasm. She presses her hand to the back of my head, and I’m pressed harder against her. She’s rocking against me now, and all I can do is hold on for the ride. Then, she comes.

“Yes,” she says, taking her pleasure from my mouth.

My hand slips down to my pants, and I know it won’t take long. I know it’s not what I’m here for, but I need it. I’m not wearing my underwear, so I slip inside my pants while she’s slowing down her hips, and I press my clit hard, grunting against her sex. A few strokes, and I’m gone. I’ve closed my mouth, and I’m biting down on my bottom lip to contain my orgasm. My fingers slide around, I’m that wet. I’m surprised I was even able to find the spot I needed, but I continue to stroke until I feel like I can pull my hand away and focus back on her. I kiss her inner thigh.

“What’s next?”

It’s my friend. She must be asking her, so I look up at her.

“Don’t leave again,” I say, sounding desperate.

I kiss her thigh again.

“Can I watch again?” she asks.

“Yes.”

She runs her hand through my hair, and I close my eyes for a second at the touch.

“Will you just watch with me?” she asks softly.

I nod my reply, grateful that she’s not leaving.

“Come up here,” she says, motioning to the other half of the… sofa?

Loveseat, I remember the word finally; it’s called a fucking loveseat. I sit next to her, and she pushes at my leg. I get it, so I move to the corner and spread my legs for her. She moves between them, and we just watch my friends together. I kiss her neck and suck on her earlobe in that way I know she likes now. I unzip her dress and slip my hands under it to play with her breasts. My friends come once. I continue to play with her nipples and wrap one of my hands around her neck, bringing her head back against me to nibble on the soft flesh of her neck. My friends come again.

“We’re taking a break. You’re free to stay in here, though,” my friend says.

“Come back with me,” I whisper in her ear.

“Okay,” she says.

“We’ll see you later,” I tell them.

“Have fun,” one of them mouths silently to me as we walk out of the room.

I don’t even notice that she’s the one pulling me this time until we’re at the door of the room we left about an hour ago. She hesitates a second but opens it. We’re lucky; it’s still available. She takes her dress off before I can even say anything. Then, she turns around, naked and gorgeous, and presses me to the door, closing it behind us. In an instant, her lips are on my neck, and I’m simply holding her against me, loving how good it feels when her mouth is on my skin.

“You don’t have to–”

“Can I?” she interrupts, reaching for my button, undoing it, and then unzipping my pants.

“You already have,” I say.

She pulls back and looks at me, confused.

“Twice, technically,” I add.

She tilts her head a little, and my pants fall to the floor. She looks down, and when she lifts her head, her eyes are even darker now.

“Can I again?” she asks.

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