Page 41 of Arris, Jayme & Dyani
As soon as we got inside, Jayme made a beeline for her kitchen. She grabbed a water bottle, cracked it open, and tooka long sip. Then she rummaged through one of her kitchen drawers until she found a pack of cigarettes. I watched her light one up and damn near skip as she headed out to smoke on her little balcony.
I wasn’t sure what it was about the mint flavored cigarettes Jayme smoked but she only smoked them when she got drunk and swore they helped her sober up and balance out. I watched her get comfortable on the small chair out there with the many plants she kept alive.
“Drink some of that for me.” I offered water to Dyani and she took it without a second thought.
She gulped half of it down quickly and gave me a sweet smile.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I gave her a small smile. “How are you feeling for real?”
“Are you asking if the fighting stuff freaked me out or are you asking me if I’m still really drunk?”
“Both,” I admitted.
“I’m not freaked out and I’m sober enough to commit to having sex with you and Jayme, Arris.”
“I hear you.”
I let my hand rest on her shoulder and trailed my thumb along her collarbone. She took a shaky breath as she looked up at me. I grinned. Dyani made the next move. She put a hand to the back of my neck, yanked me down, and kissed me. I dropped my hands to her waist and pulled her in. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and I let her lead for a bit before I pulled back.
“You sure about this, Dyani?” I asked against her mouth and she nodded.
“Yeah. I’m sure.”
“Okay.”
I kneaded her ass in my hands and pulled her even closer. My hardening dick pressed against her warm body and we kissed each other, each second getting more passionate.
I walked Dyani back to the couch and started pulling her clothes off. She fumbled with the button of my pants while I threw my shirt off over my head.
I didn’t give her a chance to get my pants down my legs. I got her down on the couch, spread her legs, and buried my face between her thighs. She tasted amazing and I groaned while my tongue trailed circles over her clit. I gripped her thighs and yanked her in, making her slip down the couch while I put her legs over my shoulders. I licked, slurped, and sucked her pussy and she came in what felt like seconds. I cleaned her wetness with slow, flat tongue licks and kissed each of her thighs.
I looked back when I heard the balcony door sliding open. Jayme’s eyes went from me to Dyani spread eagle on her couch and back. I held out a hand to her. As soon as she was close enough, she dropped to her knees and yanked me in, both hands on my face while she kissed me. She moaned against my mouth then pulled back and ran her tongue over my lips, tasting Dyani off my mouth.
“You taste so good,” Jayme told her.
Dyani shifted nervously and I couldn’t help smirking. She was so cute and the fact she was naked and spread wide yet being shy was hilarious to me. I didn’t get to focus on it though before Jayme shifted around me and leaned in to get a taste of Dyani’s pussy straight from the source. She buried her face between Dyani’s thighs and immediately got to work, flicking her tongue up and down over Dyani’s clit.
One of Dyani’s hands went to Jayme’s head while her own head fell back. Her mouth parted as she whimpered. I housed myself behind Jayme who was on her knees on the floor, Dyani’s legs thrown over her shoulders.
I reached down to roll Jayme’s dress slightly up her hips. Then I slid my hand between her legs. I rubbed her pussy through her little lacy underwear until her juices seeped through.
I pulled her underwear to the side and started rubbing her soaking clit. I toyed with her while she ate Dyani like a woman starved. It was so fucking sexy seeing Jayme lick all of Dyani’s juices. Dyani came first. Then I gripped Jayme’s hips and yanked them back. I used one hand to grip her hip and the other to stroke my dick a few times before I lined up with her entrance. I didn’t build Jayme up to it. I dug my hands into the outside of her thighs and yanked her back on my dick.
She gasped and I groaned.
“Fuck, Jayme.”
She let her head fall onto Dyani’s leg and Dyani stroked her face while I fucked her in long drawn out strokes, over and over and over again. Fuck. I wasn’t sure how I’d ever stopped fucking Jayme. She felt so fucking good. Her walls were nice, warm, and wet and I wanted to stick my tongue back in her hole already. I gripped her by the front of her throat and jerked her backward, making her lift.
“You got lazy, baby?” I spoke against her head. “Huh?”
“No.” She shook her head.
“Then, fuck me.”
Jayme didn’t hesitate. She gripped my legs with her hands and started fucking me. I groaned as she rode me, wildly bouncing up and down on my dick, her head thrown back while she panted. I let her fuck herself to an orgasm.
