Page 108 of Pucking Around

“Fuck, they’re so perfect,” I mutter as I cup one. I love their size, their fullness, the dark pink of her sensitive nipples.

She arches into my hand, smiling and tipping her head back as Caleb sheds her of both pieces of clothing, her topless tatted skin on full display.

“What do you want?” I say again.

Her gaze is hooded with lust. “I want you,” she replies. “Jake, I have to have you.” Her hands trail down my chest, fingertips brushing my abs, as she lands on the waist of my shorts.

My cock is so hard already. I’m a mess for this girl. For Cay too. I want him here. The idea of sharing her, of having two cocks to drive her wild, it just does something to me. It’s blowing my mind, because outside of sharing her with Cay, I feel feral at the idea of another man even looking twice at her. But Caleb coming in her mouth while I fuck her pussy? Apparently, that gets me harder than steel every time.

She slips my shorts down my hips, letting my dick spring free. Her hand is ready to wrap around it, her skin soft as she gives me a stroke that has me groaning. I watch as Caleb steps into her, brushing her hair aside to kiss her neck in the same place I like.

“Get on your knees, Hurricane,” he murmurs in her ear. “Show him how much you like his pretty boy cock,” he adds with a wink at me.

Oh shit, how do I always almost forget what he’s packing in his pants? I still can’t believe he did that. Perks of not being a pro player who has to stuff his dick into a jock six days a week. Is it a perk? I’m still undecided. And Rachel is cagey as fuck about it.

She smiles up at me, as if she’s waiting for my consent.

My heart is in my throat. Everything feels more sensitive with Caleb here to watch. I nod and she sinks against me with a satisfied little sound. She takes her time, kissing down my chest, my cock still in her hand. Then she drops to her knees between us and looks up at me. Damn, and she accusesmeof having fuck-me eyes.

She leans in letting her warm breath fan over my tip. It has me twitching in her hand. Then she gives it a teasing lick. Slowly, she parts those bowed lips and takes just the tip, swirling it with her warm tongue until I’m groaning.

“Cay,” she murmurs, glancing over her shoulder at him.

They’ve come a long way in these past weeks. As if he just knows what she wants, he steps in, digging his hands into her hair. She relaxes into his hold and opens her mouth, letting his touch guide her back onto my dick.

Oh, fuck.

My hands drop to her shoulders, while Cay keeps his hands on her head.

“That’s it,” he croons, moving her mouth further onto my dick. “Relax your throat and take him all the way in. Feel him deep. Such a good girl. Suck him harder.”

“Fuck, you can’t dirty talk or I’m not gonna last,” I pant, already feeling that spiraling sensation growing tighter.

Rachel sucks on me, her talented tongue working my tip as Caleb moves her.

“Baby, I’m gonna—shit—” I hiss, pushing her shoulders until she’s off me. My breathing is ragged after a two-minute blowjob? Yeah, I’m officially a mess. I pull her up standing and jerk her leggings down, helping her shimmy out of them. “Time to show us your toy, baby girl. Get on that bed and spread your legs for us.”

She tips up on her toes and kisses me, her tongue flicking my bottom lip, before she’s turning, her hand smoothing down Caleb’s chest as she kisses him too. “You gonna join the party, devil?” she asks him. Then she slips from between us and saunters over to the bed.

I watch, heart in my throat, as she crawls onto the bed, flashing us that round ass. “Does her magic bag have any lube?”

Cay snatches up the toy and hands it to me as he shoves his hand in her bag.

“I’m waiting,” she calls.

Both our gazes dart back over to her. Rachel is perched up on her elbows, knees bent. With our gazes on her, she holds that soft smile and drops her legs open, exposing her glistening pussy.

“Oh, fuck that,” I growl, tossing the toy back to Caleb. I cross the room and dive onto the bed, burying my face in her cunt.

She cries out, her thighs locking around my head until she relaxes, letting herself fall open. Then I straight up devour her. Apparently, not all guys like the taste of pussy. A lot of locker room talk makes it seem like this is a chore. Fuck, I would live on my knees for a good pussy. And Rachel tastes so fucking good. Sweet and feminine. I want to roll her over. I want her straddling my face. I want to drown.

But then the mattress sinks, and Caleb is crawling up the bed next to me, tossing the dildo and a bottle of lube onto the comforter. I’ve got two fingers inside her, stretching her out, feeling her inner wall for that spot that’ll make her toes curl. She’s arching into my touch, her eyes open as she takes us both in.

“Taste her, Cay,” I say, scooting back. “Taste our girl.”

With a hungry groan, he drops down to his elbow, wedging himself in next to me as he closes his mouth around her pussy.

“Oh—” She arches into him.