Page 27 of Privilege
Chapter Twenty-Three
Dane
Kissing Rich feels like sinking to the bottom of the pool. Quiet. Weightless.
I’ve been waiting my whole fucking life for this.
His lips are surprisingly soft. My hand fists in his hair and crushes him to me, both of us inhaling hard, and I try to tell him all the things I couldn’t, before.
I’m sorry I left you. It was because of this.
He groans a little and his lips part. He squeezes both sides of my neck when I slide my tongue between his teeth.
As the taste of him floodes my mouth, any last vestiges of what the fuck am I doing are tossed overboard and swallowed up by the sea.
I thrust my hips towards his and my eyes nearly roll back in my head as our dicks are crushed together, his rock hard cock against mine sending a shudder up my spine and an ache so deep in my balls I think I might come.
Like he knows, like he can feel my leaking cock kicking so hard I might blow, he eases his hips away from mine and pulls his mouth back. He traces my jawline with his thumbs, but then we both pause and turn our heads to the soft, sweet moan coming from beneath us.
Both of our jaws drop at the sight of Cara spread out on the sunbed, hand in the bottoms of her little white bikini, a wet spot soaked right through the crotch as she fingers herself.
Jesus Christ.
That dreamy, lusty expression is the only thing other than cum that I want to see on her face for the rest of my life.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she says, her voice uncharacteristically breathy.
I can’t unglue my eyes from her fingers sinking in and out of her soaked pussy .
Rich’s lips slide along my jaw, nipping at the skin, working his way towards my chest. My whole body is buzzing in response to his wandering hands. He keeps moving down, down, down…
Cara moans again, much louder this time, and starts to pump harder into herself. She throws her head back, her long tan neck shining in the sun, as if the sight of Rich’s mouth at the waist of my trunks is her greatest wish come true.
He takes a big breath, big enough that I can hear it.
“I forgive you, big brother,” he says. And then he shoves my bathing suit out of the way, pops out my cock, and he sucks my dick into his mouth so hard I come before I’ve even hit the back of his throat.
Fuck.
FUCK.
FUUUUUCK.
I know words are coming out of my mouth. I know a lot of them are profanities. But I can’t hear them. I can’t hear anything.
Like sinking to the bottom of a pool.
I’ve been waiting my whole fucking life for this.
Mine.