Page 59 of Kitty Season
I cringe at my stupidity but Quinny laughs, letting my softening cock slide from her mouth.
I feel so good I could almost cry. I could definitely sleep.
Then maybe I do.
A stringof breathy giggles has dark giving way to light as the room slowly comes back into focus. Shit. I’ve pulled the ultimate virgin move and come myself into a coma.
I’m not sure how long I blacked out for, but I’m face down, my dick is still softening, and the brush of the sheet across my oversensitive tip is almost unbearable. Turning toward the noise I rub my eyes, take in a scene that’s both a blessing and curse.
Quinn and Troye are wrapped around each other kissing though their lives depend on the other’s saliva. Between passionate petting, he’s caressing her face, whispering her name, and she’s and doing the same, while giggling. The way they move as one so hot, but deep and passionate and intimate and raw.
In one breath, I’ve gone from active participant to voyeur.
They’re so into each other. Know each other inside out, and it shows in how their eyes fuse together in ecstasy as he lays her down and covers her body with his.
“Fuck me Troye. Please,” she begs. “I need to feel you inside me.”
Grunting, Troye attacks his belt, ripping it through the loops like a seasoned pro. Shimmying out of his pants. Ripping his shirt over his head as proficient as a snake shedding its skin.
In awe, I watch him slide on a condom, nudge her knees apart, and plow inside of her, all without removing his gaze from hers.
“Troye!” Back arching off the bed, she gasps his name each time slams inside her. Again and again, he pushes inside her, the violence of his thrusts belied by the loving way he wipes thematted hair off her forehead, and tenderly peppers kisses to her nose.
“You’re so fucking hot, Kitty. Can you feel how hard you’ve made me?” he grunts, sliding his arms beneath her ass and squeezing.
“Yes. Yes.”
For weeks, months, I’ve heard this guy boast that he feels nothing for Quinn, that whatever is going on between them is purely physical. Well, this, watching this, is the ultimate proof of what a fucking liar Troye Becker is.
This is real. His feelings are real.
I shouldn’t be here.
The need to run and hide and never face them again is so strong I feel I may be sick. Without a word, I move to push off the bed but am stopped almost immediately by a calloused hand grabbing mine.
“Don’t go, Skip. I want you to watch me till she screams my name, then I want you to fuck me till I forget my own.”
Quinn and I have enjoyed enough ass play for her to confidently prep me blindfolded, and that’s exactly what she’ll be doing the second she comes all over my cock. Sans blindfold … ooh, that’s an idea for next time.
The thought of Brady filling my ass with his giant dick urges me forward. The sight of Quinn writhing beneath me, her fucking insane tits bouncing as she arches her back taking every inch of me, takes me to a level of euphoria I thought impossible.
She’s incredible. So adventurous and brave. So confident in her sexuality. There’s never been a hint of judgment over my bisexuality. In fact, she’s fed and taken on the fantasies as though they were her own, giving me the freedom to incorporate them into our fucking every chance.
A woman like her is one in a million. I am a dime a dozen.
That’s why letting her go will be near impossible, why I have to make this time count.
Beside me, Skippy, my disheveled, debauched, delicious team mate tracks my every move, his face a study of concentration. “Take it all in, Skip,” I encourage. “Watch how I please her.” I drop my hand to Quinn’s soaked pussy and begin to tease. “She loves it when I play with her clit.” On cue, Kitty purrs, the vibration a direct shot to my balls. “Do you want to try?”
Eyes almost bulging from his bead, he nods and tentatively scoots closer, two fingers already mimicking the position of mine, poised. “That’s it, now touch her right here. She’s so fucking wet you don’t need anything else, but sometimes, it’s still fun to do this.” Just as Brady’s trembling fingers graze Quinn’s flesh, I lean and spit and smile as it drips and slides over our fingers. She bucks, her pussy clenching so hard with an orgasm she almost pushes me out.
“Jesus Christ.” Disbelief colors Brady’s cheeks, his neck and his chest, that golden hair decorating his pecs, glistening.
Like the true champ she is, Quinn soaks up the rush for a beat or two before throwing her forearm over her eyes. “I think … I think I just died a little bit.” Another few huffed breaths follow. “Ready to join me, Troye?”
Am I ready for Brady to push into me, stretch me, fill me? Fuck yeah I’m ready.
Keen as mustard, my ass clenching, I slide my eyes to Skip, hoping to find him as eager as me, but the blush he wore seconds ago has been replaced with a hazy-eyed pallor. Looks like a healthy dose of white knuckle fear, pure exhaustion, and that maybe he died a little bit, too.
