“Oh, I’m coming now!” Shay cried out. “I’m coming!” Her words dissolved into groans as Chris finished her off, and Carrie kept sucking him for all she was worth, wondering if he would come, too, in her mouth. She’d never let Jon do that, but if Chris wanted to right now, she wouldn’t move a muscle—she’d just take his come deep into her, sucking him dry.
She was almost sure he was going to do that—when he pulled out.
He eased away to kneel beside her. Glancing down, she saw her breasts glistening with a sheen of wetness and she massaged them a moment before tweaking her nipples.
Chris’s look, as usual, was one of stark desire and determination as he watched her. Behind her, she heard Shay panting her recovery from orgasm, but her attention stayed focused solely on Chris.
Grabbing her ankles, he shifted her on the deck by a full ninety degrees until he rested between her parted legs.
Bending over her, he braced himself on the deck, planting his strong hands on either side of her face as he lowered a kiss thick with the taste of Shay to her lips.
“I’m gonna fuck that tight little pussy now,” he said in a low voice that hit her with both promise and threat. Would he be able to get inside her today? Would her passage have drawn back up since last night, back to its normal size? She had no idea how such things worked.
Easing back to his knees, he spread her thighs wide, as wide as they would go. From her peripheral vision, she saw Shay rolling to her side, propped on one elbow, watching.
Reaching up, he slid his fingers into her mouth and she knew he wanted her to wet them. She sucked them until he drew them back and pushed two into her pussy. “Mmm,” she moaned. Despite everything they’d done today, this was the first time anything had been inserted into her, and it made her realize how hungry her cunt was.
He fucked her that way and she responded, pushing against him, trying to ready herself as much as possible.
“Do you want my cock, angel?” he breathed over her.
“Oh yes, baby.”
“Tell me. Tell me how much you want it.”
“I want your big cock in my pussy so bad.”
He let out a small growl at her words and she only hoped she was as hot and open as she
felt
.
“Three fingers,” he said, inserting another one.
To her joy, she barely felt the difference, which must mean she was wide open indeed. “Can you do four?”
He cast an aroused grin. “Oh yeah, baby, I can do four.”
“Oh!” she cried out when his fourth finger lodged inside her. When he pushed inward she could feel where, together, they widened toward his knuckles. “Oh! God! Oh!” she cried as he pushed them in deeper, and she knew she was opening more and more for him. Even as the width of his fingers began to make her feel painfully stretched, her pussy convulsed around them in pleasure.
When she reached to caress her breasts, kneading them feverishly in her hands, Shay scooted closer, moving in behind her. Leaning on one of the mast poles, she drew Carrie’s upper body into her lap, reaching over her shoulders to take over the task. Instinct and need drove Carrie to reach down, as Shay had earlier, and hold her pussy open.
“So good, angel,” her lover crooned above, priming her with his hot, low voice. “You’re getting so good and open for me.”
“Fuck me,” she pleaded, at once surprised and aroused as the unbidden words left her. “Please fuck me now.”
Chris groaned at the request and drew his fingers from her passage, immediately replacing them with the tip of his cock. “You’re so wet, baby, this is gonna slide right in,” he promised.
Yet as he began to inch his way inside, even as her pussy welcomed him, she was stretched so wide it hurt. When she cried out in pain, he realized it immediately and drew back slightly.
He never said a word, never took his gaze from her face, as he curled his hands tight around her ass, lifting her slightly, which seemed to help him ease in a little deeper. Having a man so big was at once a blessing and a curse. She adored his cock, but she longed for her cunt to be able to take it.
Still gripping her ass, he began stroking her—his fingertips reaching inward, drawing hot little lines out from the tiny opening of her asshole. She let out a sigh, unsure where the wave of hot pleasure had just come from. But when he did it again, stroking her ass, digging his fingers in so that one of them gently nudged the little fissure before he drew those magic lines of heat outward—she knew it was stimulation to her anus that was sending intense arcs of sensation through her ass and cunt.
She let out a cry of bliss and he pushed his cock deeper, deeper, into her tight pussy. “Oh! Oh, yes!” she sobbed. He was in, filling her so full, just like last night.
“So fucking tight,” he murmured.
“Fuck me now,” she begged.
Shay’s soft, lithe hands still kneaded her breasts, squeezing and releasing with exquisite pressure, then pinching and pulling her nipples with a skill that told her Shay knew how to please a woman as well as a man. And when Chris began moving his massive cock in and out of her in slow, thorough strokes, she thought she would die of pleasure.
“How’s that feel, angel?”
She nodded against Shay’s legs. “Good. Big. So full.”
Masculine pride laced his smile and it made Carrie lower her gaze to where that tremendous shaft moved in her wetness.
Apparently, she wasn’t the only one fascinated by watching him fuck her, because Shay slowly eased out from under her to kneel down by her cunt, studying the slow strokes he delivered.
Despite being shocked repeatedly by Shay’s aggressiveness, it still stunned Carrie when Shay reached down and wrapped her hand around the base of Chris’s erection, as if to help guide him in and out of Carrie’s cunt. Carrie almost wanted to stop her, to let this connection be only between her and Chris, yet her gaze as well as both of theirs stayed locked on the point of entry, and Carrie felt Chris’s thrusts a little harder, a little deeper, because Shay was pulling on him, making it that way.
When Shay finally bent over and flicked her tongue across Carrie’s clit, she was no longer inclined to complain at all. Instead, she moaned as the hot pleasure rushed through her cunt and up into her breasts, which she molded in her hands again, now that Shay’s attentions were elsewhere.
Shay wasn’t as shy about licking pussy as Carrie had been, delivering lick after hot lick as Chris fucked her. Carrie moaned and cried out as the heat grew, the sensations beginning to swallow her. Whenever she glanced down to watch Shay tongue her, she found the other girl’s sexy brown eyes gazing back.
She heard herself moaning, almost sobbing. Despite how incredibly open her passage had become—Chris’s cock now sliding in and out with near ease—she somehow yearned to spread even wider, to take even more in, to feel Shay’s mouthing even more profoundly.
“You’re so open now, baby,” Chris said through clenched teeth.
“Oh yes. Fuck me. Lick me,” she cried out on a hot breath. “Lick me hard,” she pleaded, needing more, more, and wanting to come so badly she could barely stand it. What before had been small, tiny thrusts on her part were now hungry slams, her pussy crushing into Chris’s cock, harder and harder, and no matter how hard they fucked, Shay persevered, still tonguing her clit.
“Oh God, a little more, just a little more,” she begged.
The second orgasm was even more shattering than the first, seeming to scream through her body with a fury she’d never known. She heard herself sobbing, crying out, but she couldn’t think or make decisions or control any part of herself—she was overcome by the raw, searing upsurge of pure pleasure.
This climax didn’t last as long as her previous one, thank God—she didn’t think she could survive if it had. As the waves of sensation began to wane, she rode it out, still thrusting against Chris’s cock and Shay’s mouth. She was trying to stifle her moans, regain power over her breathing, come back down to earth, when Chris said, “I’m gonna come soon, angel. Do you want it
in
you, or
on
you?”
Normally, she’d have definitely said
in
her, loving having him empty his seed in her pussy, but a memory from yesterday struck—how strangely pleasurable it had been to have him shoot onto her cunt and breasts and rub it into her. It had seemed like a whole new way to take a guy’s come. Besides which, it seemed unfair to Shay to keep his orgasm all to herself. She was still very confused over how she felt toward Shay—or how Shay felt toward her—but given the pleasure Shay had imparted, she wanted to be generous.
“On me,” she said, as he withdrew, adding, “Help him, Shay. Make him come.”
Shay gave her a heated smile of appreciation as she reached for his cock, having no qualms about sucking him directly after being in Carrie’s pussy. Chris gazed down on her, his eyes glazed, occasionally leaning his head back and hissing in his breath in a passion that appeared akin to agony.
Finally, he said, “Now. Now!” withdrawing from Shay’s mouth and coming in arcing spurts of white that spattered Carrie’s breasts with small splashes of heat. He groaned deep and hard at each shot, his cock held firm in his hand.
Her breath grew labored as she peered down on it, and she was about to follow the urge to rub it into her soft flesh when Shay knelt quickly at her side, leaning down to lick it off. Tendrils of pleasure wound around her at the unexpected ministrations, Shay’s fingers, palms, simultaneously caressing and saturating her skin with semen as she lapped up the thick white fluid as if it were water and she’d just crossed a desert. Watching her, Carrie reached up to help her rub the come into her breasts, drinking in the heat of Shay’s wet tongue.
“Ah, God, girls,” Chris moaned above them, “stop or you’re gonna make me come
again
.”
Chapter Eight
Hours later, Chris and Carrie lay on the bed in her hotel room. Chris licked her delicious little pussy as he sank his cock into her soft, wet mouth. “Mmm,” he murmured against her clit, making her shudder. No matter how many times she wrapped her pretty lips around his cock, it still felt brand new to him.
He’d need to fuck her again soon. They’d been playing around, teasing each other—fondling, kissing, sucking—practically since they got off the boat late that afternoon.
It hadn’t been the first time he’d been with two women—hell, it wasn’t the first time he’d been with
Shay
and another woman—but it had felt so incredibly different. Because he knew how inexperienced Carrie was in terms of sexual partners, not to mention other girls, yet she’d been daring enough to let herself experience it. Watching her with Shay had filled him with a heat unlike any he ever remembered. She’d been at once timid and bold. He’d seen her let go of her old preconceived notions of good and bad, right and wrong, one by one, before his very eyes—and for a girl who’d shown up here two days ago wearing a halo, he found the changes in her both remarkable and more exciting than he ever could have imagined.
Using his thumbs to part the outer lips of her pussy so he could blow across her hot, sensitive clit, he listened with pleasure as she released a quivery moan around his cock. He couldn’t help glancing down at her, watching the way her mouth widened, taking him in. Easing his cock a little deeper into her warmth, he suffered a hot spasm, sighing with pleasure. “God, you suck me good, angel,” he said, low and intense as ribbons of sensual electricity crackled through his arms, legs.
He raked his tongue across her clit—turned on by how prominent it was. She probably didn’t know it, but her pussy looked built for sex. She might have started out unimaginably tight on the inside, but on the outside, everything about her cunt was slightly larger than average—her mons fleshier, her clitoris bulkier, her inner lips larger. He loved just studying her cunt, getting drunk on how hot she looked there.
After their little party on the boat, they’d finally dug out the fried chicken and had lunch. She’d kept laughing, her pretty trill filling the air, saying, “I can’t believe I’m sitting naked on a boat in the middle of the ocean with you guys, just eating chicken, like it’s normal.”
Shay had delivered one of her usual tinged-with-sin smiles. “It’s normal
here
, sweets.”
Shay was right—it
was
normal there, but knowing how normal it
wasn’t
in Carrie’s world had kept him on the edge of arousal, remembering a time not so long ago when such hot, open sex was new to him, too—and he enjoyed the naughtiness of it, the forbidden feel of it, all over again through her eyes.
He licked her firmly, lapping up the damp, salty taste of her. They’d taken a shower together upon first coming in—he’d loved soaping up her naked pussy and her big beautiful breasts—but she still smelled and tasted ripe with sex and heat. He spread her wider, licked her deeper, from her hot little opening all the way up her wet, pink center, wanting to consume her somehow, take her inside him the way
she
took
him
inside.
God, this was insane. The last time he’d felt so enamored with a woman was…well, a long time ago. In another world, another life. When he’d come to Key West, he’d traded in that part of his existence, as well. Women were plentiful here, and sex was easy to come by. There’d been no reason for emotional entanglements with women, so he just hadn’t had any. Hadn’t
wanted
any. When he’d chucked the nine to five and headed south, he’d just gone through a bad breakup with…well, the only girl he’d ever wanted to marry—a thought that was difficult for him to grasp now. And he’d decided life was a hell of a lot simpler without that sort of shit mucking it up.