Happenstance(74)

“Jesus Christ,” I growl, wrapping her long hair around my fists. I need to close my eyes. I’m already experiencing the best sensation of my life, watching her get it doggy style at the same time is sensory overload. I can’t. I can’t…help myself.

Banks’s head is thrown back, features screwed up tight, as if the pleasure of taking Elise from the back is the ultimate pleasure/pain. Her ass cheeks shudder and shake with every slam of his hips. Tobias is standing behind Banks and to the right, watching Banks’s cock sink between Elise’s thighs, again, again, again, his eyes darkening each time.

“Just look at the way she lifts her hips for those pounds,” Tobias grunts, touching himself. “Think about how she made us work for it. Bet you dig in a little deeper.”

Banks makes a beastly sound and pumps faster, harder.

Oh my God, the scene, the shit that’s being said out loud is a little twisted and a lot arousing. It’s so incredibly hot the way we’ve forgotten to be jealous and exist for her pleasure now, no matter how she gets it—and I need to be a part of that.

I need to.

Which is why I pull out of her mouth, shouting in pain over being so thoroughly engorged and slap a hand down on my right thigh. “Get up here now.” I implore Banks with my eyes and he nods after several more powerful thrusts, gritting his teeth and slipping his cock free of Elise’s body. I make quick work of putting on a condom, then I guide her toward me by the hair and she loves it, her flushed body climbing over mine and straddling me. “I need to make you come, woman.”

“Okay, baby,” she whispers, her lips flush to mine, reaching back and guiding me to her pussy, enveloping me in snug heat. And she knows exactly what she is doing calling me baby while I sink into all that wetness, her hips already starting to tweak, scrambling my brain cells like eggs. “Oh, Gabe,” she whimpers, licking into my mouth. “You’re so big for me.”

My hips bounce up and down involuntarily, the underside of her thighs smacking repeatedly on my lap. “Stop,” I grit out. “Don’t stop.”

“Easy, love,” comes a male voice. Tobias.

His face appears over her shoulder and then he’s pressing Elise’s tits down into my chest, aligning her upper body flat to mine, her thighs still hanging down on either side of my hips. It changes the friction between us unexpectedly and we grind into it frantically. “Gabe,” Tobias rasps, dragging his thumb up and back in the valley of Elise’s backside. “Can you stay hard long enough for me to groom this pretty asshole?”

He smiles like the devil and jiggles his middle finger against that back entrance. And her pussy clenches up so tight around me that I have to reach up and grip the headboard momentarily, the wooden edge biting into my palm and preventing me from spilling. For now.

“Doubt it,” I pant.

Not when she continues to ride my dick up and down while looking me in the eye, breathing fast, her puckered nipples slipping and sliding in my chest hair. My view from above allows me to watch down the length of her gorgeous back as Tobias spits on her asshole and worries his middle fingers against it, Banks observing over his shoulder. And it reminds me I can do more for her, that I am dying to do more for her. Holding her mouth in a sucking kiss, I wedge my fingers between us and use the pad of my thumb to tease her clit—

“Gabe!” she screams behind her teeth, milking me faster, harder, her body in a sweaty lather now. I’m pumping my hips like a beast. This is the longest I’ve ever lasted with her and it’s also the best fuck of my goddamn life, so I have no idea how I’m pulling it off. I’m watching two men visibly obsess over her ass while I repeatedly smack her pussy full and she’s biting me now, my pecs, my shoulders, my lips. She’s fucking biting me, her little nub swelling against the pad of my thumb. Her whimpers are getting louder. My hips drill up and up and up.

“Come on, you hot, slippery tease.”

She gasps into our kiss, her eyes losing focus.

Even through the condom, I can feel the spread of warmth that signals her orgasm. And if that wasn’t enough proof, she’s cinched up around my cock like a fucking bolt cutter and I’m done. I rear up with her still impaled on my lap and bellow her name, the pleasure pouring out of me in thick, painful waves. Every muscle in my body is seized up and shaking and I’m still watching Tobias pump his fingers in and out of her tight asshole, and so help me God, it makes my orgasm last forever. For fucking ever.

“Tell me I made you come,” I demand against her mouth. “Tell me over and over again.”

“You made me come, baby, you made me come so good,” she hiccups against my mouth, still working her pussy in hot little circles, grinding every last drop out of me. She ruined me days ago in the hotel room, but I’m renewed now. I’m her man, now.

I handle that business.

Thank God.

She’s pried off of me by two sets of hands and as badly as I’d like to cuddle her up and kiss every inch of her body and talk about going on vacations and meeting each other’s parents, I won’t prevent our woman from finding even more pleasure.

The most pleasure.

And I never will.



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Tobias





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A lot of the sex I’ve had throughout my life was choreographed. Designed specifically to appeal to a viewer through lighting, body positioning and camera angles and acting. Yet somehow the four of us move like we’ve practiced this dance a thousand times. We’re masters. It’s seamless. And it’s all because of Elise. She isn’t thinking now, it’s easy to see that by looking into her eyes. She’s gone to some land where all that exists is gratification. That’s right where we want her.