It’s not just her and me now. It’s not me being in charge or having dibs or going first. I want her to be happy, and these other men are part of that.
“Let me touch you too,” she says, looking up at Christopher.
“I will always give you what you want,” he says, undoing his pants and stroking his cock. “Is this what you want?”
She nods and wraps a hand around it, stroking up and down the length, making Christopher growl. Then, she turns back to Evan and opens her mouth. He groans and slides past her lips.
I can’t help but pick up the rhythm between her thighs. I reach for her clit, circling it, pressing it, encouraging another orgasm from her.
And it’s not long.
With me fucking her, Evan fucking her mouth, and her hand stroking Christopher, it seems that Finley has found pure bliss.
It’s only a few minutes before she’s pulling off Evan’s cock and crying out as her pussy clamps down around me and she comes hard again.
I lean in, my hands braced on either side of her hips and hammer into her, hard and fast, filling the condom a moment later with a loud roar.
Evan jerks his cock above her and paints come over her breasts a few seconds later.
“Oh my God, that was so good,” Finley says. Then she looks up at Christopher, “Your turn.” She strokes him again.
But he clasps her wrist, stopping the motion, and gives her a wicked grin. “Tucker, get out of my way.”
I step back and the older man is immediately at the foot of the bed, flipping her onto her stomach, pulling her hips back so her ass is in the air, and giving her a slap to one cheek that makes her moan. He got a condom at some point and rolled it on, because then he thrusts into her, fucking her from behind.
I had started for the bathroom to clean up, but I pause. Holy shit. They really are hot together.
Evan has slumped back against the pillows, but is watching them. He leans forward and brushes Finley’s hair away from hercheek so that we can see her face as Christopher fucks her into another orgasm.
“The. Most. Perfect. Pussy,” he tells her, thrusting into her. “Never want another.”
She cries out moments later, and he’s right behind her.
He lets her slip forward onto the mattress, and he climbs up beside her, stroking a hand up and down her back.
I stride into the bathroom and clean up, wondering what the fuck happens next.Maybe now I offer food and drink, like a good host? Can I Google “hosting an orgy etiquette”? Sure—right after I Google, “Is a foursome actually an orgy?”
When I get back to the bedroom though, Christopher has his pants back on and his shirt on, though unbuttoned.
Evan climbs off the bed and then scoops Finley up in his arms. “Come on, sweet thing.”
He starts for the bathroom, and I give Christopher a questioning look.
“Evan’s a master at aftercare. But we’ll teach you.”
I hear Evan murmuring to her as he starts the shower, and she gives him a soft response that I can’t quite make out.
“Is she okay?” I ask, crossing to my dresser and pulling out a pair of joggers. I pull them on without underwear and turn and face Christopher.
He nods. “She is great. She’s happy. She got just what she wanted.”
I take a deep breath. “I think you’re right.”
“But she’s going to try to pull back. Try to keep this just hot fun sex. She’s going to think that having three of us means that she doesn’t have to get close to any of us.”
I frown. So Christopher knows this too. That means it’s for sure going to happen.
“But we’re not gonna let her do that, right?”
