One
Evan Park opened the door to his apartment with one hand, his arm twisted behind his back. It was harder than usual; he wasn't usually pinned against the wall. But then again, the girls that he'd brought home with him weren't always this enthusiastic. He finally found the knob, scrambled to twist it, and promptly stumbled back into his living room.
The kiss broke itself. The taller one pressed past the shorter redheaded girl, and stepped inside. It only took the redhead a moment before she followed him in. Evan's jaw set hard as they came in behind.
He closed the door and found the blonde leaning down to press her lips against the redhead's neck. The shorter woman's arms came up to encourage her, pressing the other woman's mouth into her sensitive flesh. Evan watched only for a moment. They might have only been the flavor of the week, but he was going to get himself as much of a taste as he could in that time.
His own lips found the other side of the redhead's throat. Between him and the taller woman, they pressed in tight. His hand found the hem of her shirt, pushing up. He bit down. The redhead mewled. He left a mark, not that it mattered to him. He kept moving. Her top found the floor. Even as he knew to expect it, he was surprised to find that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it.
Her friend, on the other hand, didn't seem surprised by any of it. He took one breast in his hands as he moved his lips to find the taller woman's. She kissed him with relish, like it was all that she'd been waiting for. He had to admit, he liked her enthusiasm.
The redhead, equally enthusiastic, slipped from between their bodies. Or, more accurately, slipped down between them. She found the zipper on his slacks and pulled it down. She found exactly what she'd hoped to find inside. Evan gasped on reflex as he felt something warm and wet engulf his hard cock, all of a sudden. It didn't take him long to get comfortable with the sensation, though.
He guided her head bobbing up and down with one hand, his hips gently moving in an opposite rhythm. The other hand pulled the tall woman off to the side. She tasted sweet, like strawberries. Her breasts pressed into his arm, soft and large and he knew he wanted them in his mouth. He pulled her loose top down, pulled aside the cup of her bra, and sucked a brown nipple into his mouth. Her hand guided his head as surely as his own guided her friend's.
He bit down. She gasped. The girl below looked up at the pair of them and began to move with renewed gusto, like she wanted to go home early. He pulled her off.
"This is hardly fair," he said. "Here I am getting all this, and both of you are practically all dressed."
He moved towards the bedroom, beckoning, his hardness still poking out of his pants and bobbing up and down slightly as he walked.
The girls followed. Clothing fell wherever they took it off. He unbuttoned the slacks, kicked them into a corner. Pulled his shirt off. He reached over to the side table and pulled a pack of condoms out. Opened the box and pulled the wrappers out. They'd be there when he needed them, he thought, but not a moment sooner.
He picked up the shorter girl and tossed her onto the bed. She bounced gently. The taller girl fell in beside her. Evan hadn't bothered to ask if this was a regular thing for them, but from the way that she crawled between the other woman's knees, he guessed that it was. Maybe the unusual thing was the man being there. He wasted no time gawking.
Instead, he moved in behind the taller woman. Probed her entrance with his fingers. He teased her clit until her hips started moving on their own. The redhead's hands clutched at his pillows. He smiled hard. If that was what his competition was up to, then he wasn't going to be undone. He lowered himself to his knees and started probing with his tongue, his fingers still working at the apex of her womanhood.
The taller woman made an appreciative noise into her lover's box, pressing back against him. Evan growled and worked harder. He was finally rewarded by the tall woman stiffening, her caramel-colored skin gently shaking as an orgasm overtook her.
Evan kept his tongue moving until the shivering started to subside. He let out a breath.
"Now, who wants to go first?"
The taller woman crawled up the bed, collapsing beside her friend. Then, lazily, she pointed over. The redhead had been able to recover a little more; she was letting out soft moans as she exhaled. He walked around the other side of the bed, pulled a wrapper off the pack. He started to tear it open, turned over.
"You ready?"
She nodded, her eyes closed. He reached over and pinched one crinkled nipple. Her eyes shot open. Evan winked and crossed over, rolling the rubber onto his hardness. Then he lined himself up between her hips, lifted them a little, and started to slide in.
She was tight, but the taller woman had done her job admirably. The little redhead was well-lubricated and he slid inside easily. He gave her only a moment to grow used to the sensation of fullness before he started to move. Some nights he was in a hurry to get things finished. Tonight he felt like he was going to go insane if he didn't finish, and soon.
So instead, he moved slow. Rocked himself into her, held it there, deep. Pulled out. He moved back in deep. Each thrust seemed to slip a little deeper. She sucked in breaths when he pushed inside, let them out when he pulled back. The taller woman watched them. Kissed the redhead. Her lover, he decided, for certain.
He wasn't going to go slow forever, though. He gripped the little woman's hips. He guessed that he could hold her entirely aloft, if he wanted to. Maybe, if the night went on long enough, he would find out. He pulled out. Slow, controlled, calm. The thrust back in was anything but. He forced his hips to move fast, pulling hard with his hands at the same time.
The little redhead felt the difference immediately, from the way that her eyes snapped open. He smiled at her hard. It was his turn, now. He was going to wring every bit of pleasure he could get out of this. And if this was an experimentation thing, well…he'd rather give the best impression that he could. Let her know what a man was capable of. Her lover's eyes flashed, and her lips got to work sending the redhead's mind spinning off into a wash of pleasure.
He kept moving, hard. If he had anything to say about it, then none of them were going to be getting a lot of sleep that night.