Page 44 of Don't Puck Up

“Are you alone?” V asked.

“I am. Popov is out somewhere. He’ll be gone half the night.”

“Good. Get naked, Chris.”

V led me over to the sofa and dropped my cell phone onto it. He reached for my Seals jersey and peeled it off then stripped my camisole too. I sucked in a breath when he fell to his knees behind me, hooked his fingers under the waistband of my leggings, and dragged them slowly down my legs.

“You smell so good. Like sex and temptation.”

He ran his warm hand up my legs and spread my cheeks, exposing my hole. My breath caught, and he groaned. “One day I’m going to bend you over this sofa and eat this pretty little hole until you’re screaming.”

Chris moaned on the other end of the phone, and V said, “Let’s give him something to look at, shall we?” He patted my ass and ordered, “Up on your knees. Spread those sexy legs and brace yourself against the backrest.”

I did, and Chris rasped, “So fucking sexy. I can see all of you.”

I looked down, and Chris had his cell resting on his leg, the root of his cock, straining and thick, visible in the shot along with his abs and chest. He pumped his hips up, driving into his fist, and I moaned. We’d had phone sex more times than I could count, but never like this before.

A crack sounded and the heat of V’s palm against my ass sent a shock through me, centering on my pussy. I moaned, and V growled, “I could watch your ass jiggle all night.”

He did it again and again, and my pussy throbbed. I rocked my hips, desperate for friction. My ass was hot, the skin oversensitive where he’d spanked me. V ran both hands down the backs of my legs and up the inside. He stopped his fingers only a hair’s breadth away from my pussy.

“Please,” I begged. “I need your cock.”

“You don’t want my fingers?” he asked and plunged two straight inside me.

I cried out, pushing back against them.

“Oh, yeah. So hot,” Chris moaned.

My clit pulsed, and my pussy clamped down, desperate for him. But two fingers weren’t enough. I needed more. He moved then, finger-fucking me slowly, then fast, then shallow, and then deep. Sensation built, and my breath caught on a cry as the rushing of my orgasm began.

Then his fingers were gone, and I growled. “Fuck me, V. Now.”

I heard rustling behind me, and a moment later, the pressure of his cockhead at my entrance had me moaning, “Yes.”

“How would Chris be able to see me fucking you if my clothes were in the way? Hmm?” he asked, teasing me.

I tried to imagine a smirk on his sexy face, but I had no frame of reference.

I looked back over my shoulder, wishing he’d take the mask off. But what I saw was more than enough. He’d stripped. I could see from his throat to his knees, and every part of him was gloriously naked. I licked my lips and reached for him. I touched his hip, and his warm skin sent me spiraling. I wanted him inside me.

He tapped his cock against my pussy and hummed. “Your ass is spectacular. So pink and sexy.”

“Show me,” Chris demanded.

V reached for my cell phone and pointed it at my ass.

“She’s so red. That’s fuckin’ sexy. Damn, baby, you’re so wet. You want his cock bad, don’t you?”

“Jesus, more than anything. Yours too. I want yours in my mouth or my ass.”

V rubbed his cockhead against my pussy, and I cried out.

“Fuck that’s beautiful,” Chris murmured. “Drive into her, V. Fuck her like we’re both there. Make her scream.”

V punched his hips forward, bottoming out in a single thrust. I cried out, my pussy throbbing around him. “She’s so close already, Chris. Wish you could feel the way her pussy is clinging to my cock. She’s so hot and wet.”

“Fuck her hard,” Chris encouraged. “She loves it when her tits bounce and she can feel it down to her clit.”