Page 19 of Counter Bet

He bites my shoulder, drawing blood, pumping his hips.

Everything he does, from how he fucks to throwing a ball on the field, is so intense.

Emily cries out and works her fingers faster as a violent orgasm crashes through her.

Rick picks up pace, slamming into me, chasing his own release. My arms tremble with exertion. I’m going to be bruised in the morning.

“Wait!” I push up on my knees. “Emily has been a very good girl. She deserves a treat.”

Rick doesn’t need guiding this time. He pulls out and removes the condom, then walks over to Emily, who gets up on her knees and takes him in her mouth, moaning loudly.

She’s fucking beautiful with her mouth filled with cock. Her plump lips are stretched thin, and her eyes are at half-mast.

Rick buries his hand in her blonde locks, watching her bob on his length. He’s gentler with her than he was with me, but I can tell that he’s holding himself back. He reminds me of a caged tiger, trembling with the restrained need to ram his cock down her throat and force her to take it like he did to me. But he won’t let himself lose control.

Not with her.

He pulls her back by her hair, then fists his cock and begins stroking himself.

It’s an alpha move.

Emily enjoys every moment of it, judging by the look in her eyes and the goading grin on her face. She tweaks her own nipples and sticks her tongue out as Rick continues pumping his cock.

He comes on a groan, coating her face in white strings of cum that drip off her tongue and wet her swollen lips.

I can’t look away.

I lean in and suck his cum off her bottom lip before claiming her mouth in a hungry kiss.

“Oh fuck! That’s hot!” Rick groans behind us, stroking his already stiffening dick. The man is a goddamn machine—ready for a second round, but I got what I came for. Rick played his part perfectly, and I have the evidence I need for the bet.

I break away, leaving Emily to catch her breath on the bed as I get up to retrieve my belongings off the dresser. “Well, this was fun,” I say, smiling. “Let’s do it again sometime.”

They stare after me as I turn and leave the room.

* * *

I’m grinning from ear to ear as I walk downstairs after putting my clothes back on in the bathroom.

My friends are still where I left them, and at my approach, they look up from their phones.

Steph jumps up from the couch, laughing in disbelief. “No fucking way!”.

“Way!” I reply, grinning.

Matt and Josh stare longingly at the phone in my hand, vying for the recording.

I roll my eyes. “Not here, you assholes. Besides, we need to leave before Jamie or anyone else spots what we did to his car.”

Matt grins. “You mean what you and Steph did. Don’t involve us in your antics.”

We all laugh, drawing looks our way as Ben chucks Matt on the back of the head.

Steph links her arm through mine. “Let’s go! I want to watch Rick fuck.”

* * *

Back at Steph’s place, we make ourselves comfortable in her small living room as Nina raids the fridge for alcohol. Steph’s parents are rarely home, but they always keep the fridge well-stocked with beer.

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