This is a hookup, I know this much. For some reason, I can’t bear the thought of kissing Bex the same way Jamie did. It’s too intimate.
If after this moment of foolishness has passed, she wanted to go back to being just roommates—and she has a boyfriend, so I don’t see this being otherwise—I wouldn’t be able to do it.
Other things are fine. I can fuck her. I can get her off in any way she wants. I’m dying to hear her moan my name again. But if I kiss her, my heart is going to take notice, and it’s too fragile to take that risk right now.
“Come here, beautiful.” I murmur, finishing Jamie’s handiwork and lowering her tank top all the way down to her waist. “You have the most perfect, most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen.”
Jamie cups them from behind, offering them to me. “I agree. She’s perfect. Why don’t you kiss her?”
Again, I lower my head and swirl my tongue around the tip of her pebbled nipple.
That gets me another one of those sexy little moans and I close my lips over the stiff, sensitive peak.
“Oh my God.” She closes her eyes, leaning against Jamie’s chest as I suck on her nipple and then graze it gently with my teeth.
Bex
Being sandwiched between Jamie and Connor feels better than I could have ever imagined in my wildest dreams.
My skin feels hot and sensitive in the best way as Jamie pops the button of my skirt from behind me, while Connor laves my tits with attention.
I arch my back to help Jamie slide the denim skirt down my hips, with the result of giving Connor better access to my breasts; if this isn’t a win-win, I don’t know what is.
“I knew it.” Jamie chuckles in my ear. “Those pink panties look so hot on you, they should be illegal. What do you think, Connor?”
He lifts his head from my chest, his green eyes skimming down my stomach and landing on the scrap of pink lace between my legs.
My clit throbs under the heat of his gaze.
“They look unreal. Sexy and a little innocent, and they’re small enough to give you just a hint of how beautiful and perfect Bex is underneath.”
Jamie smiles. I can’t see it, but I feel it in his voice. “Who would have thought that you’d be so good with words? But I think you nailed it. Do you know how those panties could look even better?”
Connor and I ask at the same time. “How?”
“If they were on the floor. Let’s take them off. Do you want to do the honors, Con?”
Connor’s eyes come back up to look into mine. “This ok with you, Bex?”
I nod because I don’t trust my voice not to tremble if I try to speak.
As Connor takes off my panties, Jamie helps me take off the tank top that’s still bunched around my waist.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Connor bites out.
That’s exactly the way they make me feel. I feel beautiful, wanted, safe.
“Guys?” I tease with what I hope it’s a seductive smile. “You did a great job undressing me. Don’t you think you two are a little overdressed for the occasion?”
They don’t make me say it twice. They shed their clothes as fast as they dart from one end of the arena to the other on their skates.
“You look so good, I want to kiss every inch of your body,” Connor says.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I encourage him, feeling more confident than ever before. “Kiss me, Connor.”
And he does. But not on the lips; or at least not on the lips I was expecting.
Connor slides further down on the couch and lowers his face between my legs.
