“What the hell is up with you tonight?” Shay paused her primping, mascara wand hovering near her lashes, as she scoped me suspiciously in the bathroom mirror. I chugged my white wine from my seat on the sink, tipping my goblet to the ceiling and avoiding her eyes. Needless to say, I was nervous as fuck.
Although I’d agreed to this blatant breaking of the rules and convinced myself that he was worth it, my acting skills left something to be desired. Aside from drinking more than my norm, my dangling legs jittered over the edge of the countertop, and I’d barely uttered any of my giddy pre-cock commentary. My girls could read me like nobody else and would coax even the slightest deception from my shadows. Best to keep it quiet and simple.
“What?” I questioned innocently after licking the last drops from the rim. At least the alcohol provided an excuse for my continuous blush.
Shay shook her head and continued applying her face. “That’s your third glass, girl. You’re gonna pass out before you even get dicked.”
“I just wanted extra tonight. I studied hard today. Suck it.”
Mia patted my bare knee with empathy. “It’s all good. I get like that.”
Shay laughed at her reflection and shot me a sly smirk. “Hell, maybe Callie is getting relaxed for anal, too.”
“Callie is absolutely not getting relaxed for anal,” I insisted, having no intention of losing my ass virginity under these odd sexual circumstances, if ever.
Mia raised her eyebrows at me with humorous hope. “I was right about the smooth puss, though, wasn’t I?”
Damn, my girl scored there.
“It’s almost time,” Shay noted with one final review. “Let’s light the candles.”
~ • ~
As my girls sipped casually on the beige sofa and gossiped about our professors, I parked alone in the big blue chair and waited for my undercover partner. We hadn’t spoken since our tempting tryst, but his lust-laced promise had lingered all evening.
‘I’ll make it happen.’
I fidgeted with my satin hem and blinked low at my lap. My strained brain had tried to calm my concerns throughout the day, focusing mostly on the risky aftermath, but as the night surrounded me, I could think of nothing but fucking him. I pictured the flex of his broad chest as he shadowed me against my desk and felt the tickling taunt of his tongue as he begged for my body. I shifted in my seat and rocked my pussy subtly against the cushion, remembering the pressure of that swollen cock crushing my aching clit.
When our spiffy boys arrived right on time, I hopped up all too eagerly and nearly stumbled over my feet, desperate to look in the eyes of the only person who could sympathize. He flashed me a reassuring grin as soon as our glimpses connected, then we proceeded with the performance on behalf of our crew. Hell, it wasn’t entirely an act. We’d both admitted the unquestionable craving of friendly foreplay, despite the affection blooming between us. Plus, I had to admit, his best bros fuckin’ sizzled as they stacked beside him.
As we gathered for our greetings, I think we were all still feeling the fire from our erotic experience at The Back Door. The initial hellos exhibited a little more flirtation, our eyes sparkling with arousal and our six bodies gravitating together. Evan approached me first, our baby blues locking in candlelight, then he burrowed a bold hand on my ass under the hem of my slip. I smoothed his navy sleep shirt over his rippled pecs as he tugged me to his groin.
‘Are you wet yet?’ he taunted with a suggestive smile.
Like a fucking river over here.
‘Getting there,’ I flirted with a bat of my lashes, tickling the firm muscles between his buttons.
“I bet you are, but let me just verify.’ Evan’s heated gaze drifted to my lips to watch my excited breaths, his fingers creeping forward over my hip to brush my damp pussy through my thin thong. My bare legs quivered as I weakly resisted the urge to thrust into his tease.
“Fuck, you feel so warm,” he rasped over me.
I swallowed a whimper as he continued the featherlike flirt. “Hell, if I wasn’t wet before, I am now,” I muttered.
What the fuck did I just say?
Evan interrupted the seduction with a light laugh before offering one final whisper. “I can’t wait to feel for real.”
Deck turned to me after leaving a sultry lick over Shay’s lips, then he seized his share with a few lanky strides once he found me alone. He searched the pink flush of my cheeks without a formal hello as I waited for his delicious kiss, but he decided to dine elsewhere instead. He dropped his warm mouth low to my ear, biting and licking my delicate skin like a man possessed. “I can’t stop thinking about your pretty mouth around my big cock,” he confessed with a burning breath. “Just sucking on me and swallowing me.”
My needy pussy throbbed as each nasty word landed against my neck. “I could do that to you every day,” I stammered.
What the fuck, Callie?
Heaven fuckin’ help me.
Decker lapsed into a goofy giggle, then he grinned down at me. “Are you offering, or are you drunk?”
“Maybe a little of both?” I admitted with a slight cringe.
“Well, you know what they say,” he said with an arrogant shrug. “Drunk words are sober thoughts.” My wine-soaked mind couldn’t argue with that logic, so I just smashed my round tits against his fancy pajamas with a distraction and frenched him deeply with my swirling, sassy tongue.
Judge didn’t bother with the pleasantries when I was finally freed for his turn to tease. He moistened those perfect lips with a hungry hum and jerked me flush against his pelvis, his strained dick heavy and thick in the light layers between us. Mia and Shay had left him ready to fuck, but I sure as hell didn’t mind their leftovers.
“I could fuckin’ devour you,” he warned with a whisper.
Oh, God.
“Which part of me?” I asked, tracing a manicured finger over his hidden dimple. Judge shifted his weight, that hard cock riding against my gown with a twisting, tempting rhythm.
“This is what happens when I see you, Callie. Can you feel that?”
I not-so-subtly inched to my toes with hopes of a decent clit grind. Christ, no more third glasses for me.
“Fuck, yes,” I exhaled into his alluring chest, pinching my lips to curb any more ridiculous, alcohol-induced mumbles.
“Good. I want you to feel it,” Judge whispered over me, “and not just like this.”
~ • ~
Luckily, my buds offered no apprehension when I shuffled to my bedroom door first and tossed my palms in the dim hallway. We puffed sweet kisses of luck before stepping inside, then I propped my ass properly on my bed, suffering from an odd mix of uncertainty and eagerness as I settled in for the downtime.
With a split-second decision, I scooted down from my warm blankets and wiggled from my soaked panties, then I hopped up again and assumed the pre-fuck position. The dry air hit my slick folds and sent a shiver rushing down my thighs, my early buzz fading with each rapid rumble between my ribs. He better not make me wait long tonight. Neither my brain nor my body could withstand the torment.
I shrugged anxiety from my shoulders with thoughts of his tantalizing welcome. The other guys had sweetened this secret pot between us, and I hoped he’d been watching their hellos, his cock hardening with hunger as his roommates unknowingly seduced me for his use. I hadn’t reasoned through the rationale just yet, but their collective desire made me long for him to fuck me even harder. Our friends added fuel to my fire, but only he would get to feel it burn.
My eyes wandered over the nothingness before me. I didn’t yet understand the depth of his devotion, so I had no idea what to expect once we shed our romantic inhibitions along with our sexy sleepwear. It had been ages since I’d screwed with sentiment, so I’d forgotten what it felt like to pour more than my body alone into a lover’s arms.
Would the spark fizzle since we’d parked the dark anonymity? Or would the cheap thrill of our shared trickery rally our arousal? Would our bodies collide in chaos since the worrying wait was over? Or would we take it slow, appreciating that this wasn’t simply another Saturday night romp?
I wanted to fuck him more than the other cocks combined. Hell, maybe I already had and neither of us realized. What a wild possibility.
Regardless of the coming attractions, I was gonna kill him for making me wait. Or even better, if his dick ended up pumping between my lips, I would drag my teeth like an amateur. I covered a stifled giggle.
Christ, who was I kidding? I lived for this.
I was silently both cursing and blessing his delay when the door finally clicked open, then closed right away. I expected a surge of pulsing panic, but I felt oddly calm instead. I was officially no longer alone in this treachery as my favorite of the three swooped in to save me. He approached before removing any clothing as if he couldn’t fuckin’ wait to reach me, and my heart flipped with that sweet, quick burn between my nips.
“Callie?” he whispered in a voice that was barely more than a breath, shielding our secret from the adjoining rooms.
I shifted on the mattress and reached into the black, brushing his arm as it extended into the dark. “I’m right here.”
He lowered that considerable frame beside me on the comforter and blindly explored my breasts with hesitant fingertips, his thumbs hovering over the silky fabric and grazing lazy circles against my peaks. There was no doubt that he could feel the paused breath trembling around my heart as my plump nipples tightened under his touch.
As if a delicate pretender had replaced the animal who had attacked me earlier, his lips sank shyly to my collarbone, his warm tongue sampling slivers of my quivering skin. He snagged the nearby spaghetti strap between his teeth and edged it gradually over my shoulder, driving my clenched pussy mad with impatience.
“I’m trying to control myself,” he admitted softly as if he could hear my internal ache. He painted tender, wet kisses across my flushed chest and stripped me from my other strap, my back curling into an agonizing arch.
“Why?” I exhaled desperately.
“Because if I take you how I want to, the way I think about as I stroke my cock,” he rasped, pausing to taste the blush between my breasts, “you’ll wake up everyone in this building.”
God.
He seasoned his words with just enough arrogance to make me squirm with suspense. “Try me,” I whispered, damp heat pooling between my thighs.
He hissed against my chest, then swirled dirty, lustful kisses north until he found my lips. Our mouths twisted together in the darkness as we emptied shared passion and anticipation into each other. I tasted remnants of sweet mint and sour liquor on his breath. I absorbed the raw hunger and growing urgency of his tongue.
We unbuttoned his sleep shirt with nimble fingers, then I forced it back over his rounded shoulders. I sensed him shrug it from his chest, then the cotton brushed my arm as he tossed it behind me on the bed.
“You’ll need that,” he warned with a touch of arrogance.
Fuck.
After standing to slip from his remaining threads, he joined me again, now allowing me to feel the scorching sexuality radiating from his bare body. He slipped a hand under my gown to remove my panties, so I leaned back and parted my knees wide, urging his fingers to drift to the smooth wetness between my legs. He inhaled with sharp surprise when he’d found that I’d already stripped, then he brazenly dipped his fingers in my hot slit and whispered over my lips as he played.
“I’ve thought about tasting your tight, juicy pussy when I fuck myself.”
If I’d been standing, I think I would have collapsed.
I brushed through his fur and thumbed his silky, sticky tip, relishing in the pride that tonight, his early excitement was all for me. I stroked him lightly and imagined how appealing he would look had there been light, stiffened to steel with his naughty hand buried under my nightgown. My nerves inflamed when he gathered the lingerie in his damp fingers and whipped it over my blond locks, certain that each incidental brush of our skin would push me over the edge.
He guided me back to the fluffy pillow, then I fumbled for his rumpled shirt beside me, both of us doubting my ability to quiet my cries without assistance. I tucked the familiar scent between my lips, then I braced myself as he teasingly widened my thighs. I clenched my eyes closed and expected his hot mouth to land on my naked pussy, but I nearly choked when the swollen ridge of his shaft breached my soaked hole instead. I gritted teeth at the unexpected fuck and arched abruptly from the bed in surprise, waiting for him to bury that fuckin’ cock as deep as he could fit.
“Not yet,” he whispered with a smug taunt. He twisted from my juices with a deliberate tease and I gasped with fucking agony into his shirt. His scruffy chin replaced his pelvis as he lowered between my legs, hitching my thighs around his shoulders and cradling me on his elbows. I strangled his sleepwear, my heart fluttering through each moist breath he blew over my bikini line. His wide, warm tongue suddenly flattened against half of my smooth folds, rubbing wet friction against my recent wax, then he left a tantalizing trail over my clit as he frenched his way to the other side.
Nope.
Mia was fucking right about this bare thing being next level, especially knowing which man was behind that mouth. I curled from the mattress in panic mode, but he didn’t hesitate to continue the torture as if my unraveling added ammo to his arsenal. He dipped his tongue deeper in my slick slit and traced the lining of my clenched hole, then he wiggled deep inside my walls and dragged my roof with firm licks.
I fell back and squeezed the soft shirt in both hands, shoving it between my lips with a wild, whispered scream. Except for preview night with the boys, my oral experience had consisted of the standard unsatisfying sloppiness. I’d never enjoyed the gratifying sensation of having my precious pussy being courted, and fuck, my guy knew just how to charm with that tongue.
He sucked his way back through my slippery skin, lapping up my moistness, then he used my pleasure to massage my clit over and over in relentless circles. I bucked beneath him and raised in another frenzy, but he took me by surprise, grabbing one of my hands and guiding it south as I crumpled back on the comforter. He pressed my fingertips hard against my throbbing center and prompted me to caress myself through his saliva, then he fucked me lower again with deep, merciless thrusts of his tongue. My heart and lungs slammed against each other as the pressure of a peak hammered at my core, and I had no idea how I would handle falling over the edge.
My pelvis tightened with even more tension as I prepared to flood his mouth with my gushing finish, but he delayed my climax, sweeping through my pussy again and slowing my strums by sucking my dripping fingertips between his puckered lips. My potential explosion persisted as he brashly licked the silky stickiness from my hand, his tongue still tickling my amped clit.
Too fuckin’ much.
“Please,” I cried under my breath, ripping at his shirt with frustrated fingers. “Fuck me.”
As if he’d been waiting all night to hear me beg, he left a lasting kiss against my smoothness, then he shifted to his knees with unspoken dominance. He lifted my weakened legs and rested them along his sculpted chest on either side of his neck. One long arm swept behind my back and raised my thirsty pussy to his love line, his other hand aligning that bulky, stiff cock between us. In the light, I could’ve appreciated his carved muscles towering and flexing over me just as he drove inside.
His rigid tip screwed through my tight walls as he rolled my hips with his. As if he’d sensed my nearby threshold the second I clenched around his length, he started methodically thrusting that heavy cock against my sweetest spot. He angled our bodies together with every thoughtful pump, ensuring fiery friction against each aching nerve inside my pussy. I fucked him back drag after drag, tap after tap, gliding over his thickened shaft as he selflessly assured my pleasure first. I snaked my free hand in my blond mess and gagged myself on his shirt, my pelvis grinding helplessly to the heavens as he held me high in his arms. I’d never been fucked with such breathless passion.
As my unbearable crest finally crashed in my core and rippled over my flushed skin, I intentionally allowed his shirt to slip a bit from my lips so he could hear me whimpering his name. I dragged my curling toes over the nape of his neck, my legs twitching around his scruff as the climax dismantled my remaining defenses. My sexy spasms triggered his burst soon after, and he forced that pulsing cock deeper through my wet walls with a round of thigh stiffening pumps.
He left a muffled moan over my bare body as he shot his hot, juicy finish deep inside my clenched pussy. I rocked against him through my aftershocks, soaking up every drop as he gasped with exhilaration in the darkness.
I was numb. Numb from the most amazing oral of my life. Numb from his loving attention to my body. Numb from not knowing what would happen when I walked out that door. My heart thundered behind my breasts as he lowered my back, coaxing my mind to step aside and let pure emotion have its moment. The ache of his absence wrecked me as soon as he eased from my warm wetness.
After a scratchy fumble as he searched desperately for my lips, he swallowed me whole with a gripping kiss, crushing me into my comforter under the heat of his glorious body. We exchanged silent sentiment between our breaths, sharing the taste of our secret as our sinful finish dripped between my thighs.
He stayed close when he eventually shifted beside me, hovering with a draped arm over my abs and cupping my lower ribs. Rare tears threatened from the corners of my eyes as the weight of the evening crushed my laboring lungs. I couldn’t see even a shadow of his sexy smile, but I felt it coating me with comfort.
“This was…the most incredible night…of my life,” he admitted in gasps above me. How could he find the perfect words when I could barely find my breath?
“Mine, too,” I managed to mumble. That wasn’t simply sex. Not this time. Not with this man.
A comfortable silence hung between us until a slight giggle escaped his lips. “Will you let me do it again?”
This fuckin’ guy.
I laughed softly, blinked away emotion, and then raked soft nails over his buff bicep. “I’ll be begging for it,” I promised. “Trust me.”
He tiptoed gentle fingertips over the swell of my breast and palmed the pounding in my chest. “Your heart is racing,” he whispered near my cheek.
I sucked in a shallow breath and took a giant leap under cover of the darkened room. “I know. It’s racing for you.”
He growled my name under his breath, then buried his tongue between my lips again, this time leaving me with much more than a temporary goodbye.
~ • ~
“Fuck, how did we get so lucky?” Shay asked, shaking her head in disbelief as she wiggled back into her tiny thong. I traded her places at the sink and lowered to the toilet for my post-climax pee.
“I got off twice tonight,’ Mia informed us proudly. “Christ, I’m having the best sex of my life, and I don’t even know who’s been giving it to me.”
The shameful burn of a guilty conscience rippled through my chest and spilled into my stomach. I wiped my secret’s juices from my puffy pussy and joined my friends at the sink. Both beamed with genuine happiness as I washed my hands, babbling away about our breathtaking boys and giggling with glowing grins. Memories of our undergrad days flashed before my eyes, and I wondered how I’d ever be able to break the news of my betrayal.
“One of us needs to choose a psychiatry residency,” Shay laughed. “We’re all gonna need help.”
“Not me.” I grinned at her in the mirror, shaking off the worry, at least for the moment. “I’m fucked up enough as it is.”
Christ, that was an understatement.
Once again, we found our dashing dates draped over our comfy furniture, the flickering candlelight accentuating the definition of their bare chests. I let my eyes roam, feasting on his friends first, then I locked lustful gazes with him as I approached.
As he circled a casually appearing arm around my waist and clawed at my hip on the down-low, I knew right then that we would need to tell our friends everything.
Just not tonight.
