More Than Lies (More Than #1)(12)

“Liquor is in the . . . oh, God,” she gasps loudly. “Cabinet above the stove. Beer—oh yes, ahhh . . . just like that.” Another gasp follows as I open the refrigerator door and locate a Michelob Ultra. Not my usual, but it’ll do. “. . . in the fridge.” I’m already guzzling the cold liquid when she finally gets the words out. Mason can have his playtime while I sit back and wait. Foreplay is for romantics. I’m only interested in blowing my load.

I finish off the beer, and then grab another and an extra for Mason. “Hey, Misty, what would you like to drink?” I can be nice and bring her something, too.

“Wine, please.” Her tone is breathy. Mason seems to be working her over nicely. If I had to guess, I would bet his fingers are knuckle-deep inside her pussy right at this moment. I sit our beers down on the counter and search for a wine glass. Once I’ve found one, I grab the bottle of white wine I saw in the refrigerator and pour her a generous amount. No need to keep refilling. Might as well use the whole glass. Once I’m done, I grab our drinks and head back into living room.

Sure enough, when I round the couch, Mason has her on top of him, dress pulled down. Her modest tits are exposed and the hem of her dress is bunched at her waist. Her panties are on the floor and Mason is pumping two fingers in and out of her. “You like that don’t you, girl?” Mason’s voice has taken on a deeper tone.

I pass Mason his beer. He grasps it with his free hand, pulling it to his mouth and tipping the glass bottle back, downing the contents without losing his pace inside of Misty. My right hand goes up to her head where I rest it on the back of her scalp for a moment as I take a sip of my beer.

Watching the scene in front of me, my dick to thicken. Yes, I get turned on watching other people fuck. It’s hot; I’m not going to lie. Even though my friend is only fucking this chick with his fingers, it’s still turning me the hell on.

I fist my fingers around brown threads, tightening my grip until I have a snug hold on her. I tug, pulling her head back little by little as I bend forward, lowering my body and bringing my mouth to her jaw line. My mouth parts, and I run my lips up the length of her neck and across to her earlobe, taking it between my teeth, biting down briefly before pulling myself away from her.

“Oh, God, that feels . . . ohhh God . . . good.”

Mason continues his assault on her pussy with his fingers. The slippery sound telling me she is dripping wet. And that brings a smile to my face, but not for the reason you’re guessing. My reasons are purely selfish and simple really. No man wants to fuck a dry snatch.

Mason raises his back off the couch, lifting up to take a tit into his mouth to suck. We’ve done this a time or two together, so I take the other into my mouth, sucking lightly.

“I’m going to come.” That’s the point, doll.

Her body tenses, so I adjust my grip on her and suck a little harder.

“Ahhhh, ohhh my God . . . yes. Yes!”

When her cries die out, our mouths pop off her nipples at the same time. I right my body upward. Misty now has her palms planted on Mason’s chest and she’s trying to catch her breath—or so, that’s what it looks like she’s doing.

Mason is lying back against the arm of the couch again, drinking his bottle of beer.

“Darlin’,” I whisper next to her ear. “I’m ready to get this show on the road. And tonight, I plan on fucking your ass while my friend partakes in your dirty little cunt.”

“Oh, yes, please.” A smile spreads across her face and her eyes light up like a Christmas tree.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” Not that I care, because there is a first time for everything, but I like to know what I’m dealing with.

“Yes.” Good. I don’t particularly care to walk someone through the process of how to get my dick inside.

“And do you like getting taken there?”

“Yes.”

“Then point me in the direction to find your lube.”

“Bedroom,” she huffs out. “Down the hall.” Her arm lifts away from Mason, pointing in the direction straight in front of her. “Bed side table drawer.”

“Darlin’,” I purr out as I walk off.

“Yes?” she asks on a yelp and I know Mason has begun playing with her clit.

“Don’t come again while I’m gone. If I return and my buddy tells me you did, well then, I’ll end this party before it starts. You feel me?”

“Uh-huh.” Good little bitch.

As I make my way into her bedroom, I pop the button on my blue jeans and slide the zipper down. The restriction is starting to get painful. Turning my head I scan her bedroom, spotting the only bedside table in the room.

Opening the drawer, I see more fun things than just a plastic container of KY. This girl has a small kinky streak. There’s furry handcuffs, what looks to be a cheap flogger that’ll tear apart after one use by anyone that knows what they’re doing, and several short strips of silky material, which I’m sure are supposed to be used as restraints. I mumble a small laugh as I take one piece of material out of the drawer, stuffing it in my back pocket before swiping the bottle of lubrication and closing the drawer.

Making my way back down the hall, I see her straining to hold back. She’s biting down on her bottom lip like it’s going to save her from drowning.