Page 15 of Sex, Lies, & Techy Guys (Love on the Sunshine Coast)

“I want this and I’ll tell you if anything changes.”

I grab a condom and sheathe myself.

She scoots her hips back, taking my tip in and undoes me.

My plan to go slow derails as my hands grip her hips and yank her into my thrust. She cries out and for a second, I worry I’ve proven myself to be a complete asshole.

“Am I hurting you?”

“That was amazing. Keep going.” She kisses Lance’s cock so I resume with a slow easy rhythm pumping in and out of her.

I stare down at the way her ass ripples each time I plunge inside her pussy, and at the length of my cock as I withdraw, only to do it over and over again.

Lance’s movement reminds me that Penny and I aren’t alone. I’d already gotten lost in her world.

Lance adjusts himself to be directly in front of Penny. “You good?”

“Yeah.” Her moans would have been enough of an answer but it’s good that he made sure.

His eyes roll back before he sinks inside her plump red lips and his head drops backward. We fall into rhythm together and I’m not going to be able to hold out. I don’t even care if I come before Lance. I would have thought there’d be some competition but the main thing I care about is that Penny comes first.

I secure a hand on her shoulder and reach the other around for her clit and start making circles while I thrust. I’ve never wanted to hang onto a moment so badly.

Lance weaves his fingers back into her hair. Both hands this time. She’s one hundred percent ours, surrendering herself, giving everything as her moans heighten and quicken until she finds her release.

I struggle to keep my rhythm as her walls pulse around me. I can’t resist. I growl my release, pounding into her with everything I have, only faintly aware of Lance doing the same. As much as I want to witness this site, I can’t open my eyes. I’m so lost in feeling and smelling everything, it’s overwhelming until she slides away.

My semi-hard cock grows cold without her. She’s also pulled herself off of Lance and has rolled onto her side with the most sated, blissful look on her face. Her release coats my legs while mine is trapped in a condom. Her pussy lips and her thighs are wet with her own release. I’m already seeing the future that someday it’ll be my cum dripping down her legs, and maybe Lance’s too. We’re both going to take her. She’s ours.

I glance at Lance and I suspect he knows it too. Can this be real? Can I fall for someone this hard, this fast? Or is it that she made every guy’s fantasy come true?

I head to the bathroom to clean up, find a small cup by the sink and fill it with water so she can rinse her mouth, and wet a washcloth for her.

Then we collapse in bed together and I drift off to sleep after having the best sex of my life.

CHAPTER 6

penny

I wake up with a super weighted feeling that I slept deeper than I’ve possibly ever slept. My eyes aren’t ready to open. I stretch and parts of me feel as if they’ve been used in the best way. That’s when my mind brings me to coherency and my eyes bolt open, staring at the ceiling.

I had sex with my guests. Oh crap. Was that a mistake? It shouldn’t feel so right if it was. I reach my arms wide and even one of my legs, and find the sheets are cold next to me. Rolling my head to either side, I confirm that I’m alone. Not just in the bed but in my room. They’re gone. My heart sinks.

When I’d been the base of the Eiffel Tower or spit-roasted between the two of them, however you want to say it—thank you porn websites for my vocabulary—I had sworn I felt something.

Even when Lance had asked me if I might be into a threesome, I told myself it would be foolish to think it was anything more than traveling buddies getting their rocks off. They probably do this everywhere.

They probably play up the “We’re threesome virgins” because these men were miracle workers. There’s no way that could have felt that good if it was a first time for all of us. I don’t think, but then again, I’m pretty sure I owned my third of the experience. I took Lance’s cock as far as I could, given that I couldn’t control the motions with Kyle behind me. I’ve never been stretched like that. The way he gripped my hips, I might be bruised.

I take a peek, no marks, then clutch the pillow into my chest. They’re pure gold fantasy. I cross my feet at the ankles and squeeze my legs together before drawing them up and curling onto my side.

Couldn’t they have stayed around for a little more this morning? Of course not. They’re here for a week and then they’re gone. I’m almost bummed that our opportunities for fun will be over so soon.

That makes it ideal though. I rushed into my first marriage, not that these guys are talking marriage, only to have my husband’s interest wane until he grew distant, and I felt like I didn’t know him anymore. I don’t want to go through that ever again. A week of bliss however, I’m game.

My internal cheerleader wakes up and does a fist pump for me having the most orgasms out of everyone in the room. I warn her to expect even more tonight.

I force the thought of her away, letting the memory of sucking on Lance’s cock and looking up at him take over. Watching his head drop back, knowing that I was driving him crazy, and then when he did look down at me, his mouth hung open, his lower jaw slightly forward, as he drew heavy breaths while his eyes were almost blank.

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