Page 108 of Double Daddies
She gives a little shake of her dark curls, her cheeks flush pink and she looks away, but not before I catch the arousal blazing in the depths of her dark eyes. Cami is wearing a white undershirt and it practically glows against her tanned arms.
I reach over and pull down the strap, baring her left shoulder. At the same time, Ben is pulling down the strap on her right shoulder. I avert my eyes from what he’s doing—I only want to focus on Cami and the pleasure I can bring her. I lower my mouth and kiss her shoulder blade. Then, on instinct I sink my teeth into her soft, delectable skin.
She moans, and the sound shoots straight to my cock, making the pressure between it and my zipper hard to bear.
I do, though. I ignore my own need and concentrate on her. I reach for the back of her head and cup it in my hand, my fingers stroking her silky tresses while my mouth travels down her arm. The taste of her skin is addicting.
And she must like what I’m—whatwe’re—doing because she’s arching her back, and if the tension in her body is anything to go by, she’s holding back plenty of sound effects.
I want to hear them, so I shift up to her collarbone and sink my teeth in deeper.
Cami obliges by opening her mouth and making the sexiest mewls I’ve ever heard. Her body vibrates with need.
I have to have her.Now.I reach for my zipper and at the sound of it sliding down, her eyes slide over to me. Her chest is heaving, and I see her pulse fluttering in the hollow of her throat. I sit up on my knees just long enough to push my pants and boxers down.
I’ve barely sat back down before she’s on my cock. Her lips caress the head of my dick and then her lips part, and she takes me into her mouth. She arches her back, her ass in the air, and takes me down her throat.
Cami
This is insane. It’s absurd. It’s also the dirtiest, sexiest fantasy that I never thought I would experience. And here I am—living the dream with my crush’s cock in my mouth and my lover behind me, his hands spanning my ass, caressing my cheeks through my scrub pants.
I’m a sucker for any type of booty love, which he knows very well. I try to focus on Ryle, on his delicious cock, but Ben is making it hard when he strokes my ass, making me wonder what he has in store for it.
But then Ryle’s fingers come to play, entangling themselves in my hair. I go still to see if he’s the kind of man who likes todirect, but he doesn’t. At least, not yet. I travel down his cock, sucking my way down his shaft until every bit of him is in my mouth. It makes me gag, but I force myself to hold there until I’m salivating down his shaft.
I feel myself being pushed up, and I come off his cock, gasping for breath.
“Holy shit, Cami.” His eyes are sparkling with appreciation. “You’re incredible.”
“She is,” Ben agrees, and the next thing I know, I feel my scrubs being pulled down.
Ryle shifts his position and lays me down on the carpet while Ben continues to tug my pants down my legs. Ryle’s gazing at my bare legs, and his eyes are lit with a fire that can only mean he’s hot for me.
It’s exhilarating. And then I get to look up and see my best friend looking at me, ready to stop the whole thing if I make a single murmur of disapproval. I’ve never felt safer, or more seen.
“How are you doing, Cami?” he asks, gazing at me with adoration.
I smile up at him. “Great.”
“Are you sure…”
“Yes.” I nod eagerly. “If… if you’re both good with it.”
He glances at Ryle, but my eyes stay on his face, so I don’t know what Ben sees. “We’re good with it.” Ben’s fingers go to my front-clasp bra, and with a deft move that comes with familiarity, he unsnaps it and lets it fall open.
While this is happening, Ryle is tugging my black satin panties down, inch by inch. It feels like the best kind of torture. When the cool room in the air kisses my newly exposed pussy, I can feel it quivering with heat.
Ryle has taken my panties down past my knees, then down my legs, and helps by lifting my feet one at a time to pull themoff. Then he moved to straddle me, so near his stomach is almost touching mine.
It feels glorious and thrilling, but also somehow terrifying. I look up, my eyes searching for Ben.
He knows. He sees and moves closer into my line of sight. “I’m right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”
“What do you want, Cami? How do you want to be pleasured tonight?”
I’m at a loss for words. Ben knows me—the kind of long, deep knowing that means he has never asked me a question like that. But the sincerity in Ryle’s face as he waits for my answer, the quiet assurance that he will deliver whatever I ask, is not only flattering, it’s hot as hell.
I want to give him an answer, but this is all so new to me, and I find myself tongue-tied. I’ve never been good at asking for what I need. I look to Ben, hoping he’ll rescue me once again.
