Page 30 of Marley
Her skin was beautiful, flawless, and the colour of a milky coffee. I added another finger and she let out a hiss, but still pushed back, taking all that we were offering her.
“That’s it, baby, let it go.” I encouraged her. She was moaning and sighing things that we couldn’t quite make out. We didn’t look at each other, our concentration solely on making the girl come, and when she did, it was with a loud groan and convulsions that we felt move through her whole body. I leaned forward and kissed her arse cheek as I slid my fingers out of her.
“That was beautiful, Mel. I’m gonna go wash my hands and then we’re gonna fuck you senseless, make you do that all over again.”
When I came back from the bathroom, she was kneeling between Maca’s legs and kissing him on the mouth. I climbed onto the bed next to them.
“Turn around, baby. Hook your legs over Maca’s.” She turned around as if she was sitting on his lap and opened her legs, hooking them over each of his, which were bent and raised at the knees.
“Can you feel his dick, baby?”
“Yeah.”
Maca sat up and adjusted his position slightly, looking down into his lap.
“Oh fuck,” she sighed, tipping her head back and biting down on her bottom lip.
“You all right?’ He asked her.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. More, give me more.”
He moved again and this time, it was him that let out a groan.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he said through gritted teeth. Mel curled her arm around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
“So good, so fucking good,” she whispered.
He laid back, taking her with him; her back to his chest. His knees were still raised, legs spread apart, with Mel’s legs hooked over his thighs. He gripped her hips for leverage and moved her slowly up and down.
We’d never done it like that before. We usually took the girl on her side or with her face down, us in the same positions as we were in then, but her with her arse in the air? That was different.
I climbed between both their legs and sucked on the nipples that Maca was pinching, before kissing her on the mouth. I held myself up with one arm and guided my cock inside her with my free hand.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” I hissed. All I got in response was a moan from both her and Maca. Maca moved and I could feel him, just a thin layer of skin and latex between us. I moved again, sliding inside her till I was balls deep.
“You okay?’ I asked her.
“Move,” she said quietly. “Both of you, move. Fuck me.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I thrust and ground against her hard. It took a few attempts, but we got our shit together and found a rhythm that worked. We were musicians, for fuck’s sake. We had it covered. Maca thrusted so hard that his hips were lifting off the bed. I was grinding back until I got that all too familiar tingle at the base of my spine.
My eyes met his and I watched as he bit down on the curve of her neck. His hands cupped her tits, like he was offering them up to me. I raked my teeth over one, then the other, returning to lick and suck them and Maca’s fingers as I did. It was the most intense sexual encounter of my life. I felt it in every fibre of my being.
Mel reached around to my arse with one hand and up around to Maca’s hair with the other.
“Fuck,” She screams. “Harder, harder ... oh god, oh god.” Her fingernails clawed into my lower back and arse cheek.
“Oh, fuck—yes!” Maca roared, her nails digging in harder. I made a noise that didn’t even sound human as I came and came and came, experiencing, what was at that time, the best orgasm of my life.
And then suddenly, in an instant, everything changes.
“Oh God, Georgia, yes,” Cindy cried out.
My head spun around and I watched as she pushed one of the other girl’s head between her legs, her hips bucking up and grinding into her mouth. She stilled and went ridged before panting out, “You are so fucking good at that, George, so good.”
I turned to look down at Maca. He was staring up at the ceiling, breathing hard.
I slid out of Mel and pulled off my condom.
