Page 32 of SummerTime Madness
We dance until the song finishes. His dick is hard, pressing between my ass, and my pussy is throbbing and wet, but we don’t say a word. Tate rests his chinon my shoulder and breathes, “What did you think about the thesis?”
His finger begins to trail down, playing with the string that keeps my thong together.
“I thought we were having fun here, but if you must know, I think it’s brilliant.”
“But,” he coos as he pulls the string apart, my bottoms falling to the side.
“But-” I breathe, trying to keep my voice steady. “I still think that connection happens during fusion. Yes, it will be something new, but maybe that’s what’s needed.”
He undoes the other one, and his hand rubs against my mound.
“What if I told you, my garden is based on your theory,” Tate whispers before kissing my neck and parting my lips with two fingers, placing his thumb right where I need. Applying pressure.
My breath hitches. Pulse spikes.
Oh, but I know. I wanted to tell him… if only you knew the magic we created.
But I haven’t had time yet…
He might not be as accepting as Chase, I need to lure him deeper.
“Yeah,” I sigh, my body sagging against his when his fingers slip inside me.
“Cordy, you are so obsessed with evolving things that you don’t see the beauty in what’s there. The preexisting link.”
His thumb begins to circle my clit–slow and deliberate, like he’s proving a point with each pass. His fingers curl again, deeper this time, hitting that spot that makes me bite my lower lip and grip the pool edge tighter.
“I see it,” I whisper. “I see everything.”
I shift against him until my ass is perfectly placed against his long, thick cock. I know his game–he needs me to move first–to invite him. So, I do. Rolling my hips, I grind into him. “Fuck–keep doing that and I just might fuck you.”
The water swirls as I continue to dance, I can’t even hear the song–not anymore. All I hear is the sound of our ragged breathing. Heat rises in my belly as he continues to curl fingers inside me, and before I know it, Tate presses my head into the edge of the pool.
“Cordelia, baby, tell me you want this?” he begins. “Please, baby, tell me you want me to fuck you,” he begs, and I break. “Yes.”
His fingers pull away only to be replaced by his thick cock.
“Fuck, so tight,” he moans. “So fucking tight.”
He gives me one long, deepthrust that knocks the breath out of the both of us, then his hand fists my hair, and he moves inside me.
So slow–making me feel each delicious thrust. It’s been so long since it’s been just us two. He lets go of my hair, and my head falls onto his shoulder. Grabbing my jaw, he turns my face to kiss him–the kiss is wet, sloppy, and needy.
Tongue and teeth collide.
“This is what I’m talking about when I see the connection,” he groans. “It’s me being inside you.”
I smile against his lips. “No, baby, this is fusion.”
He fucks me harder, the sound of my moans become a sinful melody. We hear Chase walk in before he makes himself visible, cock in hand as he walks towards me. “Open.” Tate’s fingers pry my mouth open as Chase’s cock slips into my waiting mouth.
My tongue brushes up his shaft and twirls at the tip before Tate slams my head down on it, causing me to gag and my pussy to contract around him, causing him pleasure.
“Fuck, Cordelia. Suck his cock, milk him for me, baby,” Tate urges me on as he sandwiches me between them. Each movement brings me closer to the edge.
“Yes, little snake, cum on my cock,” he breathes. “Chase, she’s so close. I can feel her heartbeat in her cunt.”
Chase smiles, pulling his cock out and slapping me in the face with it while fisting my hair. But this time, it is Tate’s mouth he demands, and to my surprise, Tate leans closer, his mouth closing around Chase, who’s almost inside the pool. While Tate’s mouth is being fucked, I continue to rock into his cock, “Oh god. I’m cumming.”
