Page 72 of The Triple Threat

As much as I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, my traitorous vagina sent a message to my brain, which then zapped it to my mouth.

“Just get on with getting me off, Hunter, because you’re actually getting on my last nerve.”

Hunter laughed low and moved his hand to the button of my jeans.

“Last chance to say no to me making you come all over your Cinderella and Princess Jasmine costumes.”

“Really. God, Hunter, I was going to donate them to the elementary school. How can I do that with sex juice on them.”

“You have heard of dry cleaning, right?” Hunter’s mouth found mine and his tongue licked slowly across the seam of my lips. “They’ve been in this basket for years. They probably smell real bad anyway.”

I thought about it for a second. “Yeah, true.” I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to me.

We kissed like we were a couple of teenagers. All teeth, tongues and grabby hands. In seconds my jeans were undone, and Hunter’s hand was inside my panties. My hand was around his beautiful appendage and we began to pump and finger in unison until we were both gasping.

“What if someone comes?” I gasped as Hunter pushed another finger inside of me.

“Someone aside from you?”

I didn’t want to laugh but couldn’t help my breathy giggle.

“Oh fuck,” Hunter groaned. “That laugh is just so damn sexy.”

Spurred on by his words, I nipped at his bottom lip and began to pump harder. I felt his butt tense under my hand, and I couldn’t help but give it a squeeze.

“Love your damn ass,” I breathed out.

“Good… damn… to know. Keep going, I’m gonna—-”

“Shush.” I stilled my hand and listened. “Did you hear that?”

I held my breath, but Hunter grabbed my hand with his that wasn’t in my panties—there was no way I’d have let him remove it anyway—and forced me to keep pumping. When he gave a quiet moan, I fused my mouth to his and listened but there was nothing.

“No one there. Sorry.”

“Don’t give a fuck if the whole town are waiting outside this basket, just keep going.”

He moaned against my mouth and increased the speed of his fingers while his free hand moved up my shirt and palmed my boob. A thumb softly rubbed against my nipple and my skin set on fire as I began to come undone.

“Oh my God,” I gasped momentarily forgetting I was supposed to be pumping his dick.

Hunter thrust upward, urging me to continue and when my body tensed with my own orgasm, he groaned with his lips against my neck.

“Ah, fuck.”

“Hunter.”

Breathlessly we both rode out the pleasure, leaving gasps of breathlessness in the air. Our chests were heaving heavily and the atmosphere inside the basket felt electric.

“Shit, I’ve got jizz all over my sweater.”

“Spoil a moment why don’t you.” I started to giggle. “I think there’s a Captain Hook outfit in here. Complete with hook for your hand.”

“It’ll disguise the smell of my fingers, I guess.”

I slapped at his chest but couldn’t help but smile. “Sometimes you’re too disgusting for words.”

He pulled his hand from my panties and sniffed loudly. “Yep, I’ll be needing that hook.”