Page 13 of Sex, Lies, & Techy Guys (Love on the Sunshine Coast)

“You’re not chickening out, are you?”

I laugh while heading to the bathroom. “Guess it won’t matter because as you said…you’re going to get laid one way or another tonight.”

“See you in there. I’ve got condoms.”

If I showered a second longer, I was going to have to jack off. I’d much rather have Penny’s hand or lips or sweet heaven above…her pussy wrapped around my cock. Jesus, this has to help me get my brain straight because as much as I hate to admit it, Lance is right. It is hard to focus around her.

I wrap a towel around my waist not sure why I bother since they’re probably both naked already. The towel draped over my erection doesn’t exactly hide a lot. I make my way to her bedroom and even before I get to her doorway, I’m driven insane by her sweet scent. I’m suddenly regretting telling Lance to get started without me.

Her moans cause me to pick up my pace. I grip my cock as I step through the doorway. Lance is sitting on the edge of the bed and she’s on his lap. One of his hands snakes through her dark hair and only his fingertips show as they flex, tangling her wavy tresses as he dips her head back and trails kisses down her neck.

Her eyes are closed and she doesn’t notice me enter. Lance’s fingers dig into her creamy cheek. She still wearing her thong from earlier and the white lace makes my dick twitch. I step closer, drawing Lance’s attention.

Trailing his mouth up her neck, letting his lower lip drag as he pulls away and nods at me, he says, “We’ve been holding out for you.”

Penny lolls her head to the side, her eyes slow to open as if she can’t quite pull herself from the ecstasy she’d already been finding. Has Lance already given her an orgasm? Fuck. Why’d I have to take a damn shower?

“Ready to get dirty?” she asks.

A lump in my throat chokes me. I’ve never been with a woman who talked dirty. I usually take the lead. I like possessing the women I’m with. I like letting them surrender, believing that I can take care of all of their needs.

But her leading question and her sultry voice wreck me. I want to lay her on the bed and fuck her hard, bring her to ecstasy so many times she loses track of her existence.

What’s the etiquette of a threesome? Instead of a shower, I should have Googled it. I’ve made my way to the bed and stroke my fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her head as I lean down and give her a kiss.

“I’m going to get you dirty, baby.”

“I can’t wait.”

I stand upright and she gasps when I drop my towel.

“Oh my god,” she says under her breath.

I grip the base of my cock. “It’s all for you.”

“Can I?” Her hand stops mid-air.

Lance guides her hand and the back of her fingers drag across my tip. When he lets go, she takes over and strokes the pre-cum that’s beaded there, then drags her fingers over the top then down the underside. I wish my hand hadn’t been in the way so she might have played with my balls but we’ll get there. I’m about ready to blow. Something about Lance watching her has my ego on fire.

“How does a threesome work?” she asks.

“We’ll figure it out,” Lance says.

She giggles. “We’re all virgins?”

Lance scoffs, “I’d hardly say that, but I’ve never had a threesome.”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“You can tell us anything you want, baby,” I tell her.

“It’s been my fantasy. It’s so far from anything I’ve ever done in real life, I felt bad thinking about it. But when I realized people do this all the time, I hoped that I could someday.”

Damn, she’s a freaking dream. “How did you realize people do this all the time?”

She bows her head but Lance lifts her chin with his finger.

“I watched porn after my divorce. Is that bad?”

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