Page 5 of To the Moon and Back

“Yes, it’s fine.” I curled my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down for another kiss.

Rich pushed my thighs apart, cool air washing over my hot pussy.

A tremble of lust started in my belly and headed outward, down all of my limbs as he settled between my legs. I hoped he was going to use his mouth on me—the guy was as damn talented with his tongue as he was with a guitar.

He peppered kisses up the inside of my right thigh, while stroking up my left. When he reached my pussy, he dragged his tongue through my soft folds, over my entrance and settled on my clit.

I clutched Nial closer, groaning into his mouth.

He squeezed my right breast, catching my nipple between his thumb and fingers, tugging it to the point of pain.

I gasped and writhed, the stimulation sending new darts of desire shooting through my system.

Rich was working my clit now, hard circular motions with the tip of his tongue.

I drew up my legs—my heels gathering the silky sleeping bag—and bolted my knees on Rich’s torso.

“Is he doing it good?” Nial asked, pulling back and staring into my eyes.

I nodded, my pussy clenching.

“How good?”

“Very.” I was panting now. Rich was building me up so fast. “Oh God, yes very.” I closed my eyes.

“No, look at me.” Nial caught my chin in his hand. “Look at me, Lacy.”

I forced my eyes to open. An orgasm was growing rapidly, the flames of my need being stoked with incredible skill.

“I’m going to…oh…please.” I clung to Rich with my legs, and Nial with my hands, gripping his shoulders. “Just a little bit…more…oh, don’t…stop.”

Rich stopped.

“Fuck!” I cried out. “What the…” My pussy was tight and wet, the pent-up pressure about to release.

“Yeah, fuck, that’s what we’re going to do.” Rich was above me now, his face next to Nial’s.

I wailed. “Oh why…did you stop?”

“Hold that thought, sweet cheeks, ‘cause you’re going to be coming in about thirty seconds,” Rich said breathlessly.

I didn’t doubt it, and as his cock prodded my entrance I canted my hips and pushed my entire body down onto him, trying to impale myself.

He groaned and tipped his head back, his eyes closed and his chin shiny from my arousal.

“You two are so damn hot together.” Nial was shoving at his boxers. “Every time.”

Rich rammed to full depth. I cried out, not caring who could hear. People were fucking all over the campsite, what did it matter?

“Ah, Jesus,” he moaned, half withdrawing then slamming in again.

I revelled in it. I’d been so close, on the cusp of bliss. Slow and romantic wasn’t going to cut it. I needed fucking…hard.

And Rich gave it, pounding in and out of me, our flesh slapping together, the entire tent shaking with it. The overhead lamp swung, the shadows swaying violently. The airbed scooted up and down the slippery tent base.

Nial tugged at my nipples, each one being pulled and twisted in turn.

And then it was there, a huge explosion waiting to detonate. I held my breath, curled my toes and waited for the tidal wave of bliss to hit.

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