Brad
Are we really doing this?
Just an hour ago I was ready to exchange fists with Scott, and now here we are, alone with Kayla in her office. Now that’s what I call a good plot twist.
“Kayla,” I start to say, but she shuts me up fast. She closes the distance between us, grabs me by the shirt and pulls me into her. Next thing I know our lips are locked in a fiery embrace, and my hands are resting on her hips, making sure she keeps her perfect little body pressed against mine.
When I finally pull back from her kiss, I open up my eyes just in time to see Scott closing in on her. He places one hand on her waist and leans in, brushing his lips against her neck, his mouth tracing a straight line toward her ear.
Yeah, I guess we’re doing this.
“Is this what you meant by teamwork?” I ask her with a soft whisper, looking straight into her eyes. I feel my heart quickening – and my cock becoming as hard as a steel rod – and her lips slowly curl into a wicked grin. My kind of grin.
“What do you think?” She asks me, an easy laugh escaping her lips.
Taking one step back, she looks from me to Scott and then back. Reaching for us, she flattens the palm of her hands against our cocks, curling her fingers around our shafts as her grin widens.
“Seems like you’re also eager for some teamwork,” she continues, but I can barely hear what she’s saying. Right now, the only thing my brain can process is the way her hand feels on my cock.
“I’m more than eager,” I find myself saying, and then I just grab her hand and make her turn on her heels. Pushing her against the edge of her desk, I then make her sit up on it. With one hand, I throw all the documents and papers on top of the desk to the floor, my hand sweeping across the surface in a blind frenzy.
“That’s right,” Scott agrees with me, placing both his hands on her knees. Moving fast, he forces her to spread her legs and then goes down on one knee in front of her. Following after him, I lower one knee to the floor.
“What are you guys doing?” She breathes out, and I can tell she doesn’t want to hear a reply – she wants to see one. And we’re more than happy to oblige.
Moving at the same time, we take our hands to the hem of her skirt and push it up, only stopping when the fabric’s all bunched up around her waist. I run my tongue between my lips as my eyes meet her thong, a wet patch already showing on the fabric.
“This is what we’re doing,” I whisper, leaning in and brushing my lips against her right knee. Scott does the same and, working in tandem, we start making our way up to the wetness between her thighs.
I get there first.
I take my mouth to her inner thighs, and then I simply can’t help myself – I run the tip of my tongue over the part where her skin meets the fabric of her wet underwear, the scent of her pussy driving me completely insane.
“Fuck, I want it,” Scott groans, and without waiting for my reply he just dives in, pressing his open mouth against Kayla’s drenched thong. He sucks on her pussy over the fabric, and I do the rest – I grab the elastic band and pull it against her outer thigh, forcing it to snap. The moment the fabric rips apart, Scott pulls back from Kayla and grabs her thong, ripping it off her body.
“Now this is what I call a lovely sight,” I sigh, my eyes trained on her pink pussy lips, her skin glistening from how wet she is. Pushing Scott to the side with one shoulder, this time I take the initiative and dive into her. I part my lips and reach for her clit with the tip of my tongue while, at the same time, she rests both her hands on my head and grabs me by the hair.
I don’t even know what happens after my tongue touches her clit – she just snaps her legs shut, throwing them over my shoulders and pushing Scott to the side. Pulling me in, she starts swaying her lips from side to the side as she rubs her wetness against my face. I keep my mouth open, flicking my tongue at her as I allow her sweet taste to crawl all the way up to my brain.
I’ve always been the kind of guy that doesn’t mind about going down on a woman (if she earns it), but it’s different with Kayla. With her, I just can’t help but love every single second of it. Fuck, I could eat her out for hours and hours. Who cares about lunch when I can feast on the most delicious thing in the world?
I keep on devouring her pussy for what seems like an eternity – the good kind of eternity, that is – and, when I open up my eyes and look up at her, I realize she’s already kissing Scott. She still has one hand on my head, but her other one is busy with Scott’s cock. She has slid it inside his pants, and she’s flicking her wrist at a fast clip, stroking him as if she had no time to lose.
“Oh, fuck,” she suddenly moans, pulling back from Scott’s kiss and gritting her teeth. Her head is thrown back, and judging the way the lines in her face are deepening, I’d say she’s just a few seconds away from having her brains melt off.
Which I don’t mind at all.
In fact, I start working her with my tongue even more furiously than before, lapping at pussy with renewed strength. Using her hands like hooks, she yanks on my hair while she thrusts against my mouth, the sweet pressure of her pussy on my face making it so fucking hard that I can’t even think straight.
I have no idea what kind of sorcery Kayla worked on me and Scott, but damn – it’s working.
“OH GOD!” She screams suddenly, and I can almost feel an electric current taking over her pussy as she comes. I keep my mouth pressed against it as she surrenders to her first orgasm of the day, but I slow down the pace of my tongue. I want her to survive what’s to come…
After all, there’s so much more we can do.
Teamwork, right?