Page 75 of Slaying for Santa
When a guy is buried to the hilt in pussy, close to coming, their head is nowhere else. It’s the perfect time to catch them by surprise. Sometimes I even let them come and ride the last waves before I strike.
That’s what I’ll have to do tonight, but hopefully, Kit will stop me in time.
But what if he doesn’t?
Climbing over Wes, his hands come to my hips as I straddle him, making sure we are in a position that Kit cansee our faces, but also, so he can lean to the side to see his best mate’s cock going in and out of me.
“You wanna fuck me, Wes?”
“Fuck yes. Is lover boy joining us?” he asks, and I glance over my shoulder at Kit who has a death grip on the arms of the chair.
“Soon.” I smirk, bringing my gaze back to Wes. “He wants to watch me fuck you first. Would you like that?”
“Fuck yes.” Wes nods, so I reach between us, lifting myself enough to line up his girthy cock, and slowly, I sink down.
There are three sets of groans as I seat myself, and when I glance back over at Kit, I see him taking his cock out of his boxers and fisting it, pumping it from hilt to bended tip.
I take it slow at first, rolling my hips, letting the girth of Wes’s cock stretch me out while the plug in my arse makes everything feel so much tighter. Fuller.
I quickly realise that Wes is good at sex. Not just by the rhythm he keeps or the way he punches his hips right before he sinks all the way in, but by how long he seems to last. He’s in no hurry. He likes making it last, which is both good and bad.
Good, because it feels fucking fantastic to have him fuck me while Kit watches, but bad because I’m desperate for Kit to join us, and the longer Wes lasts, the more drawn out my killing phase has to be.
“Does he feel good?” Kit asks from his chair, his voice husky and strained.
Nodding, I cup my tits as I grind down on Wes, letting my head fall back.
“So good.”
“Better than me?” Kit growls, and heat flares over my skin at the possessive sound.
The answer is no, and I’m trying not to analyse why thatis. Kit’s cock isn’t a magical wand, but it belongs to him, so it may as well be, and that’s what’s throwing me.
I’ve only ever liked guys or girls because of the way they make me feel in the bedroom, but with Kit, it’s more than that. So much more.
“Yes,” I lie. “His cock is thick. Stretches me sooo good.”
I hear Kit’s growl, but don’t look his way since I think that’s what he wants.
“I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of it.”
My lie is answered with the smash of a glass hitting the far wall, and I smirk down at Wes as worry pinches his brows.
“Maybe we should stop.”
“No.” I shake my head. “Kit wanted this. He can pay the price of knowing how much I crave his best friend’s cock.”
My words have a ripple effect.
Wes speeds up his pace, the words working like he has a fucking death wish, and I realise he’s more like me than I knew, and he sits up, wrapping his arms around me as he tries to take control, pistoning into me from underneath.
Meanwhile, the chair Kit was in, is now lying in a broken heap over by the door, and I can hear and feel him pacing beside the bed as I force Wes’s face between my tits and drop my head back, moaning.
“So good!”
Another growl from beside us, and I glance to the side to see Kit, fury contorting his expression as his fists ball tightly at his sides like he’s considering lashing out.
“Tell me to stop.” I breathe, and he shakes his head.
