“Tate,” Laurie whispers, and the sound of my name on her tongue makes me grow even harder. She moves her hand to the evidence of my arousal, grasping it through my swim trunks, and I groan in pleasure. She always knows exactly what to do and squeezes tightly as my balls begin to raise.
Then, I position her so that she’s lying back on the lounge chair and move between her thighs while pushing her knees up. God, she looks so gorgeous like this, her curves ripe and luscious, that twat already steaming through the fabric. Without breaking eye contact, I slowly move the material of her bikini bottom to the side, exposing the pink flower of her pussy. I lick my lips, anticipating the sweet-and-salty flavor of her nectar on my tongue. Unwilling to wait any longer, I lean forward and plant a languorous kiss right in the center of her mound and sure enough, her back stiffens as she lets out a little wail.
“Ohhhh Tate!”
Perfect. She’s perfect. I run my tongue along her slit, licking up that pink wetness, and then take her lower lips into my mouth, sucking on them gently. As she tangles her fingers into my hair, moaning in approval, I move to her clit, licking it slowly at first, then faster and faster before sucking on it full force. She swirls her hips, grinding herself against my mouth as her breath begins to quicken.
But I need more. My cock’s dying for attention and so I lower her knees until they’re flat, and then swivel around so that we’re in a dirty sixty-nine position. Laurie knows what to do immediately. She frees my shaft from my swim trunks and immediately begins sucking on the hard rod, her cheeks bulging with my length.
“Fuck,” I groan, my eyes closing for a moment. “That feels so good.”
Her muffled sucking sounds are my only reply, and with renewed vigor, I begin to lick her clit again. The hard nub is stiff with need, and I the flow of her juices gets thicker and creamier as we taste one another.
“Mmm,” she moans while going to town, swirling her tongue around my girth. The veins in my shaft are beginning to pulse from the dirty play, and this time, I plunge my tongue into her creaminess, giving my woman the penetration she deserves. “Ohhh!” she screams in response. “Mmmm!”
That’s when things go haywire. Hot female nectar fills my mouth as she jerks beneath me, her pussy convulsing with pleasure. Her mouth tightens of its own accord, and the increased suction is too much. I burst between her lips, filling her mouth with thick seed as I climax.
“Fuck!” is my throaty bellow. “Oh shit!”
My ears are ringing loudly and my vision’s literally blurry as intense pleasure rockets down my spine. But suddenly, I realize that it’s not just my bellows filling the air – there’s another scream as well, and it’s not Laurie either.
Confused, I lift my head, and to my horror, my best friend Channing Saint is standing in the doorway, his expression filled with shock.
“What the fuck?!” he shrieks. “What the fucking hell? Laurie? What the fuck are you doing with this bastard?”
I nearly choke, unable to process what’s happening at first. Meanwhile, my love lets out a muffled scream too when she sees Channing, but what can she do? Her mouth is filled to the brim with my semen, and her pussy’s still twitching beneath my tongue. Finally, she swallows and manages to gasp aloud, “Channing? Is everything alright? What are you doing here?”
I stop, even as my body continues to pulse. Wait, Laurie and Channing know each other? How can that be?
8
Tate
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To say this is an awkward moment would be a vast understatement. Instead, I withdraw my member from my girl’s mouth and quickly toss her a towel before wrapping one around my waist. Laurie sits up, her face red, and wraps the terrycloth around her breasts. Nothing can hide, however, the fact that there’s a bit of semen trickling down her chin, although she wipes at it quickly.
“How the fuck did you get in?” I demand angrily. “What are you doing here, anyways? Haven’t you heard of knocking first?” Laurie’s scent and taste still linger on my lips, and I do my best to adjust the towel so that my still semi-hard cock isn’t visible to my buddy. We’re close, but not that close.
Channing holds up a spare key that I had given him and promptly forgotten about. “We had plans to go to a bar tonight, remember?” he says. “You didn’t show, and weren’t answering your phone, so I figured I’d swing by. Plus, it’s a glass door, haven’t you noticed? So yeah, I just caught you fucking …”
He trails off, and I realize that his gaze is locked on Laurie.