Page 113 of Rock Out Together
“Sure, what’s your poison?”
“Whiskey, Vodka, Gin… surprise me,” she suggested. I looked to Pete.
“I’ll just have a beer,” he blurted.
“And I’ll have two fingers of whiskey, neat,” I said, reminding him who was the boss.
“Oh, right, sure, sorry,” he babbled as he pushed himself off the couch and went in search of the minibar.
For a long minute I stared at Chastity and neither of us spoke as sexual tension filled the air between us. “Get over here and sit on my lap,” I ordered.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, sliding off the edge of the couch, onto her knees and crawled across the space on the floor between us. Once she reached me, her hands slid up the front of my thighs while she stood, briefly brushed over my growing erection and climbed on, straddling me. I let out a groan of frustration and she smiled. “This is much more comfortable than that couch,” she admitted.
I scooped her long hair up into a ponytail, yanked it back, and I let my nose graze the silky skin on her slender neck as I inhaled her sweet scent again. “What the fuck is this perfume?”
“It’s Arabic, you won’t have heard of it,” she replied. “I bought it when I went on a trip to Dubai last year. I can’t pronounce the name either so…” she trailed off.
“It’s fucking addictive,” I muttered, my lungs expanding when I took in the smell of the perfume again.
“Glad you like it,” she mumbled. When she turned her head to the side, giving me greater access, I couldn’t prevent myself from biting her neck. “Oye, no marks, I have a live Only Fans appearance later.”
“What? No biting anywhere?” I mumbled around her neck as I began peppering small kisses around her fluttering pulse.
“No biting,” she breathed out, like she was disappointed with that fact herself while she squirmed over my cock.
“Drinks,” Pete muttered, placing them on the coffee table in front of us.
“Got all the drink I need right here, and I’m so fucking thirsty,” I muttered back.
“Chastity?” Pete mumbled, not taking the hint that we’d moved on from alcohol to a whole other vice without him.
“Later,” I snapped. I let go of her silky mane and watched it spill down her back and slid my hands under Chastity’s ass. “Hold on,” I warned. She draped her arms around my neck as I stood. Then I wrapped her legs around my waist, and I carried her with purpose through the lounge to the bed.
Pete followed and I glanced toward him, smiling. “Take your fucking coat off at least,” I instructed. Pete glanced down at himself and immediately did what I asked.
Slowly, I placed Chastity back on her feet, spun her around and swiftly unzipped her dress. I didn’t miss the small hitch in her breath when I ran a finger down the lengthof her slender spine and roughly spun her back to face me. My forefingers curled over the dress material at her shoulders, and I peeled it down over her chest.
“Perfect,” I praised when I set my greedy eyes on the most perfect, braless set of tits I’d ever seen in my life. My gaze darted between her dark, rosebud nipples with little stiff peaks, then up to gauge her face. Lust swirled in her eyes, so I dipped my mouth and took a taste. A gasp left her lips the moment my tongue gently lapped at the stiff little buds, ensuring I gave both left and right my equal attention. As I did this, Chastity reached for my belt and quickly began to undo it.
Straightening up, I placed my hand over hers, pulled it away and quickly undid it myself. The moment I was done, she speedily undid my pants. As I slid her dress over her hips and it pooled to her feet, I saw Pete glance toward his empty beer bottle looking perplexed, like he didn’t know he had drunk it already, then he placed it on the nightstand. He too had undone his jeans, and I saw him push them down to his ankles and was busy stepping out of them the last that I saw.
Chastity glanced at him over her shoulder once she’d seen where I’d been looking, turned back and placed her hand over my tented cock in my boxers and chuckled. “Something tells me this is going to be a day to remember.”
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With all theflirtatious comments that she had made the previous day and since then, the sexual tension between us was blistering hot. as our eyes locked into a stare weighted heavy with desire, want and need the exchange that was happening between us to be more.
Dipping my knees, I grabbed behind her legs, then flipped her up onto the bed, slid my hands between her thighs and spread her legs wide. The mattress bounced when the now naked Pete sat down on the bed near her head, but my lust-filled eyes were too busy checking out the dark, wet patch over her heat to tear my eyes away. I dropped to my knees, wrapped my arms under her thighs and dragged her to the edge of the bed.
As I drew her body toward me, a shuddering breath left her lips. I dropped my face between her legs, pressed my nose to her heat and inhaled deeply. There was no contest atwhich scent I preferred by then. I know she’d said no biting, but I figured that hadn’t included her underwear, so I took the lacy material between my teeth, pulled them away from her body, sucked them into my mouth, then I let the fabric snap back. A small whimper left her lips that I wouldn’t have expected from someone so naturally brazen.
“Damn,” Pete mumbled in a strangled grown, then he repositioned himself on the bed beside her. Chastity gasped when I suddenly grabbed hold of her panties and ripped them clean away.
Turning to Pete who had begun playing with her tits I swiped the shredded lace under his nose. “Want a taste?”
Pete chuckled as he opened wide and I stuffed the panties into his mouth.
