Page 4 of Unconventional Love

I laugh along with her. “You sureyou’renot the unhinged oneIshould be concerned about, Lemon Drop?”

“I make no guarantees.” She bites her bottom lip with a grin, knowing full well the dangerous game she’s playing.

Our eyes are locked and the rest of the world fades until another voice breaks the trance this siren has me under.

“Is your friend leaving with us?” The barista places a hand on Lemon Drop’s shoulder and looks me up and down.

“I don’t know,friend, are you coming with us?” she asks, lightly licking her lip.

I look between the girls, knowing damn well I should say no. Neither of these women are up to any good tonight. My mouth doesn’t get the memo as I stand and reply, “Where to?”

I don’t know what the rest of the night entails, but I do know that I want to get to know Lemon Drop in whatever capacity she’ll let me.

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As I have her pinned against the wall of her hotel room, our mouths colliding in furious passion, I still can’t help but wonder if she’s real.

She grips my hair, and I step closer until her body is flush against mine. The room is clad in darkness, nothing but the moonlight to show her features when we break our kiss, and I find her grinning at something over my shoulder. The barista’s hand hooks around my waist, reaching for my belt. I switch positions with Lemon Drop, turning her to face the barista instead, effectively preventing the other girl from becoming any closer to my cock. I don’t want her barista, and I don’t exactly want to share my girl, either, but if this is what it takes to get more time with her, I’m going to appreciate every single second of watching her come tonight.

I’m a man possessed.

The change in dynamic doesn’t affect the girls at all as their own mouths collide, with me now pinned behind them. I reach out and slowly begin peeling the t-shirt dress up Lemon Drop’s body. They break their kiss, and the barista helps to bring the dress the rest of the way up and over her head. With my hard cock pressed against my girl’s ass, I snake my hand around her, rubbing her pussy through her underwear and savoring how wet she already is for me.

Sliding my free hand to her throat, her head turns so that our breath mingles. Her heart pounds through the artery in her neck, and the most addictive whimper leaves her throat as the barista pulls down the cup of her lacey bra, and brings a hardened nipple into her mouth. I kiss her neck, then slowly trace my lips down to her shoulder, allowing the stubble of my beard to graze her skin. She breathes a hum of pleasure, right before I bite down on her shoulder, forcing her to cry out.

With a devilish grin, I whisper, “Do you want her mouth on your pussy, Lemon Drop?”

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Sky continues her torment of my breasts in front of me, giving into everything I’d hoped for from the moment I met her this morning. My breath hitches as the added bonus of my mystery man pressed to my back kisses the sensitive spot behind my ear. Between the friction from his fingers on the lace of my panties, and the swirl of Sky’s tongue on my nipple, I’m quickly descending into a state of unadulterated euphoria.

“Yes,” I whimper in response. Barely audible but all I can manage at this moment.

A dark chuckle leaves his throat as he shifts from behind me. The warmth of his body is replaced with the slick texture of the wallpaper as I fall back a step.

“You heard her, barista. Get on your knees,” he demands, before turning his back and striding away.

My eyes trace every movement as he crosses the room, stopping in front of an armchair. With his back still turned, he’s giving me a full view of the muscles in his back flexing in the moonlight as he removes his shirt. The simple motion causes heat to pool in my stomach, wanting to touch every ridge. Sky breaks the trance as she hooks her fingers into the sides of my underwear and slowly drags them down my legs.

I tear my eyes away from mystery man. Looking down, I find Sky grinning up at me, a hungry gleam in her eyes; the paint from the club still shining in the darkened room. My gaze falls to her naked body; she must have removed her clothes while I was focused on the man wreaking havoc on my frenzied thoughts while doing nothing at all. I take a moment to appreciate the perfection of her body. The way her raven pixie cut frames her petite face. Her sage green eyes looking up at me through thick lashes. She’s stunning. Her soft hands roam up my thighs just before she buries her face between my thighs.

A breathy “Fuck” sounds from across the room and my eyes connect with the voyeur once again. I expect him to be viewing the perfection of Sky as her mouth expertly works my pussy. But his eyes haven’t left me. Nearly pitch black in the dark room, I can feel the fire behind them as his stare blazes against my skin. He slowly unbuttons his jeans, freeing his thick cock, and making my mouth water as the confining clothing drops to the ground.

A moan leaves me as Sky’s tongue swirls in a tantalizing motion over my clit. My head lulls against the wall, while my hands travel up my body. I caress my breasts, pinching down on my nipples as my legs begin to quiver. When my eyes open once again, mystery man is sitting completely naked on the couch. With one arm languidly thrown across the back of it, his legs are spread as he strokes his cock. I feel his stare in every single nerve ending.

I cry out, reaching to fist her raven hair, grinding against her mouth, only encouraging Sky further as she inserts two fingers. I chase every last bit of my impending orgasm. My eyes haven’t left him, but fall to his lips. He mouths “come for me,” and like clockwork, I come undone.

“Fucking hell, baby,” Sky smiles in satisfaction once I’ve come back down to earth, her green eyes gleaming as she stands, crushing her lips to mine. The taste of my arousal is still on her tongue as I pull her closer.

When she breaks our kiss, she takes my hand and walks me toward the bed. “You coming, tree?” I laugh at the nickname she’s given the mountain of a mystery man. Inviting him to play as we pass the couch. The moonlight peeking through the curtains is still shadowing his features, painting a mural of my darkest desires; having both of them tonight.

“Not yet.” He grins sardonically, once again only locking his gaze with mine. Not once do his eyes venture to the very naked goddess of a woman sitting me down onto the mattress.

The couch is positioned perfectly, still giving him a full view of the room even if I can no longer make contact with the inferno of lust swimming in his eyes. It physically hurts to look away. Sky crawls between my legs, and makes her way up my body, licking a heated line up my stomach before giving attention to my breasts. Chest heaving, my breathing picks up as she continues her trail of pleasure. When her mouth reaches my neck, she nips softly, and I moan. My hands grip her hips and, with a new idea in mind, I flip us so that I’m now straddling her. I grin down at her, as I bring my hand to my mouth and suck two fingers between my lips. Making a show of wetting them before I reach between us, and begin working them through the slit of her wet pussy.

“Yes,” she whimpers softly as I insert them, and begin unhurriedly pumping in and out of her. She begins clenching around me as I quicken my torment. I want to taste her as she comes, so I slide myself down her body until I’m positioned between her legs. Never letting my fingers leave her. My tongue finds her clit. I start swirling, sucking, and curling my fingers up into her. She writhes under my touch and within minutes she’s crying out. I savor the feel of her walls pulsing around my fingers as she comes for me, nearly forgetting we’re on full display for our new friend.

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