Page 25 of The Loneliest Number (The Thirst Trap #3)

“Nah, I think we should blow Cam’s mind instead,” she giggles, and the lightness in her tone brings me a wave of happiness.

I’m glad she’s here with us. I’m glad we can give her a positive play experience.

And, who am I kidding? I’m glad I’m about to get some too.

I’m so fucking ready after holding myself back to ensure Abby and Saff got theirs first.

I recline in the cosy nest, my eyes half closed as the women rise to their knees. Their bodies come together as their lips meet and I grip my stiffened cock as I watch their tongues tangle. Could lie here and watch this all day, not gonna lie.

I’m almost saddened when they break apart, but I get over it when they turn their attention to me instead.

They kneel on each side of my thighs and I warm under their watchful gaze as I continue to stroke my cock.

Saff’s hand rests over mine, and our eyes meet.

Her eyes spark with a mischief I’m familiar with.

She bends down, lowering her mouth towards my cock.

I release my grip, instead bringing my hand up to rest against her nape.

Abby’s palm rests on my thigh as she also leans closer.

Their tongues meet a few inches above my shaft, causing it to bob with excitement, eager to join in with their games.

They take a side each, licking me from my balls right up to the tip.

The wet warmth of their tongues causes me to shudder.

My gaze is riveted to the pair of them as they work in tandem and my balls tense as if they want to empty.

I’m forced to close my eyes and count backwards from ten thousand to stop myself from blowing my load early and making a mess of us all.

My lips move as I count down, eliciting a giggle from Saff.

“What’s he doing?” Abby’s tone is baffled as I sense her leaning towards my face.

“He’s distracting himself from coming too early,” Saff says, doing nothing to help my desperate situation and instead gripping my shaft hard and working it up and down in her palm.

“Safffffff,” I groan, pained. “Don’t tease me.” Ah, fuck, I’ve lost count. These two are going to end me.

“Where do you want to come, Cam?” Abby’s lips brush my ear as she whispers loud enough for Saff to hear.

“I… don’t… know.” It’s a challenge to push each word out as Saff undoes me with every movement and Abby’s lips suck at the tender spot on the side of my neck, her hands brushing over my chest.

“Want to come inside Saff, while she licks my pussy?” she asks and I gulp, sucking in air and trying to ignore the tingling in my balls.

“Fuck, yes.”

“Saff, do you want to get on your knees?” Abby asks.

Saff’s clearly in agreement because she releases her grip on me, and the bedding rustles as she shifts into position.

Abby passes me a condom, pressing a kiss to my shoulder before shifting and lying underneath Saff.

I rise to my knees, enchanted by the sight of the two of them.

My eyes meet Abby’s over Saff’s shoulder, and she winks at me. Have I ever been this hard? This ready to explode?

“Give it to her hard. You know she wants it,” she orders, and Saff lets out a sigh of agreement.

Once it’s wrapped, I line up my cock to her entrance, and slowly push inside her tight heat.

My eyes want to roll back in my head, but I refuse to let it happen until I see Saff’s face buried between Abby’s thighs.

Thankfully, I don’t have to wait long. Saff gathers up one of Abby’s thighs in each of her arms, spreading her wide, and lowers her face to press a kiss right on Abby’s clit.

My moans synchronise with Abby’s and Saff’s as I sink balls deep inside my friend while she eats out Abby.

It’s heavenly. Saff’s pussy clenches around my throbbing cock as she plunges her tongue inside Abby.

I try my best to savour every sensation: the sounds of my cock pounding into Saff, the laps of Saff’s mouth against Abby’s cunt; our harsh breaths and moans of pleasure.

My mouth dries out with arousal, and I wish I could get my own tongue shoved inside someone right now.

I settle with licking my lips as Abby’s eyes flutter shut, and she moans, long and low.

“I need to come,” I growl out as I set a punishing pace, thrusting in and out of Saff. My hands grip her hips as her backward thrusts meet mine and I hammer into her.

“Then do it,” Abby says.

“You two, first,” I demand as I bend over Saff and reach round to swipe my finger between her folds. She’s drenched and I gather up her juices, massaging her throbbing clit. Her mouth is full of Abby, but she lets out a muffled moan of encouragement. Abby’s fingertips card through her hair.

“You can come, Saff, let go,” she urges. Saff moves one of her hands to bury her fingers inside Abby.

What happens next is a blur. Too much is happening all at once, and I couldn’t tell you who sets off the domino effect.

My body locks as the pressure becomes too much and I explode with pleasure, my cock pulsing inside Saff, as I pour every last drop of cum inside the condom with a roar.

Saff trembles around me, her pussy milking my cock as she reaches her release.

And Abby’s eyes squeeze shut with satisfaction after coming hard all over Saff’s mouth and fingers.

I ease out of Saff with a groan, hoisting her up where she’s semi-collapsed on Abby and laying her beside her instead, checking they’re warm enough as they snuggle into each other.

I’m reminded of the camera from the series of clicks it gives and disappear to the side to remove the condom so that it captures these two in their sleepy embrace. A soft smile is plastered to my face, and I don’t think it will ever fade.

Abby’s hand reaches in my direction and tugs at my hand until I lay down at her back, resting my arm over her to reach Saff. Contentment and satisfaction fill every cell in my body. I am done completely. But so fucking well.

Wistfulness sneaks in, and I wonder at the possibility that life could be like this.

This contentment could be the end game. Curled up with Abby at the end of every day.

Playing with others. Entwinning our lives together.

But how can I convince Ms Independent to give it a shot? I give myself a moment to imagine.