Page 89 of The Layover

Her soft whimpers became punctuated gasps. I couldn’t pull my gaze from her beauty. When she reached down and covered my hand, my cock almost busted through my zipper. She moved my touch higher, to her clit, and gasped, Harder.

I wanted to pin her to the wall, hitch her skirt over her hips, and fuck her until the entire city could hear her scream in pleasure. She felt incredible writhing between us. The sounds that tore from her chest were delicacies. I teased her clit, tracing circles and pressing in according to the way she shifted her weight, until her nails were digging into my arm.

“Oh, fuck.” She repeated the phrase over and over, and it became meaningless. She bit her lip when she came, her body swaying with pleasure until she jerked away from my touch with a shudder.

I eased off slowly, to let her catch her breath, and Diego and I held her upright. Before I could pull my hand away completely, Carly caught my wrist.

She held my gaze as she drew my slick fingers into her mouth one at a time, swirled her tongue around each pad, and licked me clean of her juices.

“Dessert,” she said with a smirk when she let go of me.

Fuck me.

We took a moment to make sure her dress was straightened out again.

As we resumed the walk home, my erection dug into my zipper. I tried to be subtle about adjusting myself. This stroll was going to be uncomfortable, and I didn’t regret a single second of what we’d done.

It seemed like an eternity before we reached the apartment, despite it only being another ten or so minutes. We were barely inside, door locked behind us, before Diego was dragging down the zipper on Carly’s dress. We kicked off our shoes and Carly stepped out of hers as if they were live, offensive creatures.

She pressed a hand to my chest before I could pull her body to mine. “No condoms.” Her request was breathless and desperate. “If you’re okay with that.”

“So okay with it.”

“Same,” Diego chimed in.

And then we were all kissing. Lips roaming each other’s, and hands exploring bodies. I lost track of who I could feel, and whose mouth was on me, as we fumbled toward the bedroom in a mess of limbs.

It wouldn’t do to leave clothing laying all around the apartment, but in our room, Carly’s dress hit the floor the instant we crossed the threshold. She shoved my jacket and shirt from my shoulders. Helped Diego push his trousers to the ground.

When naked flesh met naked flesh, my mind threatened to combust. I’d step back and admire the sight in front of me—both of them—but I needed to feel more of her. Of him.

Carly pressed her full body to mine, her breasts molding to my chest and her pussy teasing my cock. She nudged me toward the bed, and I fell back with little prompting.

Watching her on her knees, straddling me, crawling up my body, sent my anticipation to join my sky-high adoration.

The sex was fun, incredible, but it wouldn’t be the same if it was with anyone but the two of them. Carly belonged with us. She was the perfect fit for us. My life with Diego was complete before, but with Carly…

She was like an upgrade. A light ganache drizzled on a perfectly balanced dish.

I pushed myself onto my elbows to claim her mouth. To remind her that she was ours.

To seal this moment of perfection into my heart forever.

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Carly

I’d almost missed out on this. Almost walked away, given it up. The weeks it took me to figure things out were nothing in the grand scheme of life, but for this, they could’ve cost me the wonderful future that spread out before me.

But I was here now, and my heart was filled to bursting that I was back with Raul and Diego.

I pulled away from Raul’s kiss, and drew my body down his again. One of my breasts brushed his cock, sending a zing through me and drawing a groan from him. I wrapped my fingers loosely around his shaft, and traced my tongue over the head, relishing the way he shuddered at my touch.

When I took his cock in my mouth, I felt his shudder of pleasure through my entire body. I sighed against his skin when he gripped my hair tight enough to pull, and set the pace.

Diego brushed light fingers along the inside of my thigh, from behind, and I moaned, never letting up on my attention to Raul. Which made him fuck my face faster. Harder.

The combination of everything pulled me deeper into the moment and my arousal.

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