Chapter Twenty

Georgina

 

 

Blake drove my car back to his place. Mary and I sat in the backseat and she kept kissing me, her lips soft little pillows under my own, her mouth warm and moist. She took total control, which made it easy. The intimacy and pleasure of her touch made me feel more confident of what was to come, even eager for it. Every few seconds I would catch a glimpse of Blake staring at us in the rearview mirror, which turned me on even more.

Mary’s hand moved up from my thigh, over my belly, and to my chest. When her hand gripped my breast, her thumb slid across the flesh of it and for one moment, she pulled back.

She knew. Blake had never felt a thing, but the first touch from a woman, and she noticed straight away.

“It’s nothing,” I whispered into her ear, and she paused for just one more second before she kissed me again.

We got out at Blake’s house and made it inside in a haze of stumbling strokes and kisses. Blake led us up the stairs to his bedroom, and Mary made Blake sit in a chair across the room as she undressed me, and then herself. I trembled as I stood there, naked in front of them both. I could see the bulge of his excitement filling Blake’s pants. I had no idea what to do next, but Mary clearly had a plan.

Mary grinned and looked at him. “Strip off and sit back. I’ll let you know if you can join in.”

I watched Blake get undressed, his muscles rolling as he dragged his shirt up over his head. A long shiver ran down my spine and settled between my legs as Mary took a step forward and pressed her hips against mine. She cupped my breasts gently in her hands, and placed those full lips of hers over my nipple. My eyelids fluttered, and I heard Blake exhale roughly.

“Fuck,” he exclaimed, running a hand over his face.

Mary put a hand between my breasts, pushing me toward the bed with a wicked grin. “Your man has given us an order.”

I landed on the bed, sitting on the edge of it, and Mary stood in front of me. She reached for my hands and placed them on her breasts. I touched her nipples, and they hardened under my fingers. Experimentally, I wrapped my lips around one and tugged at it. It hardened even more. I knew the way it felt when Blake did that to me, and by Mary’s moan I guessed she felt the same. Excited and encouraged, I sucked harder. Her fingers tangled into my hair and she pulled me close. “I’m going to touch you everywhere,” she whispered into my ear in a hot breath. “I’m going to fuck you so hard your man will beg me to stop, and then he’s going to fuck you even harder.”

She pulled back from me, leering at me in a way that made me catch my breath and my body pound with anticipation.

Mary lifted one leg, putting her foot on the bed beside me and spreading her legs before my face. Her pubic hair was thin and shaved into a long strip that barely covered her plump, pink sex. She looked down at me, challenging, daring me.

I licked once, cautiously. It tasted tangy-sweet, and I gained courage as Mary groaned, deep and warm. My fingers stroked along the slippery seam of her and gently held her open so that I could use my tongue on her again. It was like exploring my own body, seeking the places I knew felt good, doing the things Blake had done to make me feel good.

“Good girl,” she said, panting. “You’re a fast learner.”

She broke away and pushed me back onto the bed then landed on top of me, our breasts pressing together as she wrapped her lips over mine. She rolled us over, around, and somehow moved us into a sixty-nine position, with her on top and her tongue already delving into my most sensitive spot. Her hands ran up and down my thighs, spreading them wide.

Her mouth moved in a calculated rhythm. Firm, rolling, building. Rough, then gentle. Too much and then not enough. Her fingers joined in until I couldn’t tell how she touched me and where—it was just one single, intense, and overwhelming sensation of touch. A sensory assault of pleasure and pain, rioting through me.

I tried to match her movements, her speed, her actions. Her hips thrust and swayed to the touch of my mouth. Our bodies trembled together. I pressed my tongue firmly against her, feeling her hot and engorged, and then sucked that throbbing nerve inwards. Her body went rigid above me, bucking against my mouth. I sucked harder, unwilling to break that hold. As her fingernails dug into my ass cheeks, my own orgasm broke through me. My eyes rolled back in my head and I could see Blake sitting in the chair with his legs wide apart, two hands rubbing up and down his firm length.

Mary flopped down onto the bed next to me, giggling and panting. I rolled away from her, lust heating my whole body and clouding my vision. The image of Blake touching himself was like the hit of a drug, and suddenly, all I wanted was him. I was thirsty for him in a way that drove me mad. I wanted him inside me. I needed him inside me. I crawled across the room to Blake, stopping between his legs, and placed my mouth around his hardness. He cried a long, anguished moan.

“Hey. Did I say I was finished with you yet?” Mary whispered from behind me.

I ignored her. I kept sliding my mouth up and down Blake, feeling the forms and shapes of him, the way he throbbed in my mouth, too blinded by passion to stop. I was determined to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

Mary smacked my ass, then lifted my hips. Her hand cupped my crotch, holding me firmly there in the small bowl of her palm, massaging the pleasured swollen flesh. Her fingertips tickled against my skin, then she had her fingers inside of me, first one, then more, pushing harder and deeper than I imagined possible. I could feel her filling me, pumping against my wet flesh, inside and out.

Her second hand gently stroked down my back, down farther, spreading my ass apart. I could feel her fingers exploring every slippery part of my tender skin, gently pressing against my bottom then sliding inside. So lost in lust, I would have let her do anything to me, touch me anywhere. I felt fearless, dirty, and entirely enthralled.

Between Mary behind me and Blake inside my mouth, the sensation of being filled entirely, pressed to bursting, made my whole body thrum with an unrelenting need for more. I arched my hips up, trying to fill myself with Mary’s hands at the same time as swallowing down farther over Blake. I wanted to push them both as far as I could push them inside me, as though that would ease that madness of desire that pulsed through me.

Mary thrust into me with the force of her whole arm, shaking my entire body and making me cry out each time. Deep, sobbing moans hummed against Blake’s hardness in my mouth, and I heard him cry out as well.

“Stop!” Blake let out a rough, growling grunt.

He put his hands under my shoulders and lifted me off him and away from Mary.

For a moment I froze, stunned, worried I’d done something wrong.

But fire burned in his eyes when he looked down at me.

In one smooth movement, he threw me onto my back on the bed, then drove into me so hard I screamed. There were no warm-up or gentle strokes, and none were needed. The immediate and satisfying deep penetration was exactly what I wanted and needed.

His body slammed against mine, the force pushing me up the bed in an uncontrolled frenzy of passion. He filled me all the way, filled me in a way Mary had been unable to do. He filled my every yearning and longing and need. I knew, knew, that this was just a passing moment but all I wanted then was Blake, was this feeling of wholeness and completion and blind pleasure.

His mouth slanted over mine, kissing me with fierce desperation, and the weight of his body pressed me deeper into the mattress. His hands held my wrists above my head and Mary slapped his ass, a gleeful look on her face every time he drove into me.

She fell over onto the mattress beside us, her fingers working against her own flesh. In the blurry haze of pleasure and sex, I could see Blake staring at me. Only at me. Even when Mary cried out, her legs jerking and writhing beside us.

Blake’s teeth imbedded into his bottom lip, and his blue eyes stared right into my soul. A huge orgasm burst out of me, tore through me, and left me sobbing and shaking.

We three lay together, a tangle of limbs, mouths, and organs. A pile of need and desire, sweat and sex. It was what I had craved for so long—dirty and forbidden, and so right I couldn’t bear to think any longer. All I could do was respond to each touch, every movement and every whispered word.

It was the sexiest thing I had ever done. Right then, in that moment, I felt more alive than I ever had.