Better than feeling the ache in my chest. Which wasn’t there.
Wrapping her legs tighter around me, Carly held me close, as if I was her lifeline. “I need right now to be the only thing that matters.” Her murmur against my mouth was so soft, I wasn’t sure Diego heard it.
But I did. Loudly. Distinctly. I heard it and I felt it in my core. “Your wish is my command.”
The three of us fell into kiss after kiss, with Diego letting me taste his mouth before he moved to Carly, then I stole him back again. She never released me, and the way her body molded to mine was delectable. Especially watching her cup Diego and stroke his erection through his jeans.
He nipped a row of light bites down her neck, while I kneaded her breasts through her top. I was so hard it hurt, and grinding against Carly threatened to rub a hole in my dick.
I gripped her chin and forced her gaze to mine. “I need to bury myself in you.”
“God, I need that too.” Her desperation was contagious. Or maybe mine had consumed her as well.
I untangled myself enough to drop onto the bench that ran the length of the table, and Carly dropped to her feet next to me. I undid her jeans with clumsy fingers. Diego pushed her bottoms to the ground, grunting in frustration when her pants got caught on her shoes.
Carly’s giggle was delicate. Sweet. Caramel sauce on a budino. “And to think, I almost wore a skirt today.”
“To a worksite?” Diego sounded surprised.
I wasn’t.
“To see the two men I had so much fun fucking a few nights ago.”
I suspected the words were coming, though maybe not so bluntly, but her answer made me harder regardless. I unzipped my pants, kicked aside my own shoes, and stripped off everything from the waist down. Wait. Condom. Wallet. That was important.
Straddling the bench, I reached for Carly. She pressed a palm to my chest and pushed me back, until I caught myself on my elbows. There wasn’t room for this here, and I didn’t care. She felt incredible hovering over me. Lowering herself onto my cock. Her pussy wrapping around me.
Her hair was mussed, her face was flushed, and she was extra slick and tight. I was pretty sure this was heaven, and if this angel riding me moved, I was going to come in a blink.
Diego had shed his trousers and some point and now moved behind Carly. “Lean into him.” He settled a hand on her back and nudged.
“What are you doing?” She glanced back, but obeyed.
“Joining in the fun. I want to be inside you too. I want to be pressed up against Raul as I do it.” Diego’s fingers teased my shaft when he slipped them inside Carly, as if to demonstrate his intent.
Her laugh turned nervous. “I, uh… I don’t know that you’re going to fit.”
“We’ll take it slowly.” Diego pressed his lips to the hollow behind her ear. “If it’s too much, I’ll stop.”
Carly nodded.
Staying still while Diego used his fingers to stretch Carly out was torture, but it was better than finishing too soon. When he eased himself into her, his cock pressing into mine, I moved my focus to Carly’s breasts again. Every time I pinched her nipples she made the most delicious sounds, and the play seemed to distract her and make her slicker at the same time.
With every inch that Diego slid deeper, my cock twitched in response. Carly’s groans were half-pain, half-pleasure.
“Are you still okay?’ He asked.
She nodded, and licked her lips. “Yes. Better than okay. Keep going.”
I’d always loved this sensation—being wrapped inside a pussy with Diego joining me—but with Carly it was more intense for some reason. Better.
When Diego was all the way inside her, the three of us sat still for a moment, acclimating.
“What happens now?” Carly asked.
I pulled her closer to me, to steal a kiss and give her nipple another pinch. Sometimes actions were far better than words.
Diego pressed his fingers to her clit, brushing my skin in the process. The way she clenched around us… fuck me. We rocked inside her and against each other, slowly and deliberately, while Diego stroked her swollen button. He increased the pace against her clit with her groans.