He chuckled and nuzzled my neck again, his stubble soft against my skin. Without even thinking, I angled my head giving him more room.
“You were my first teen crush, you know that? I fantasized about you.”
The heat of his words had gooseflesh breaking out all over my skin, pebbling my nipples and making me shiver. My eyes never left his face in the mirror, watching his expression as he cast his stare down. He looked at me with awe in his gaze, like I was a precious work of art.
“I couldn’t get you out of my head after we left Australia.”
He pressed another kiss to my neck and moved his hands so they framed my pussy. He pressed my lips together, rubbing them and stimulating nerve endings that had been reawakened last night. He bent his knees and positioned his cock between my legs before he pulled me tight against him. I cried out, and he thrust slowly, every inch of his impressive dick sliding along my skin. God, I’d had him inside me only hours ago. How could I want more?
“Mom had a photo of the two of you in her office. I lost count of the number of times I touched myself looking at you. I used to sneak in there and jack off until I blew. Every time I did it, I wanted you more.”
He shifted his hand, found my clit, and pressed down on it. I gasped and bucked my hips, riding his finger and tightening my legs to hug his cock. Jacques reached up and cupped my breast with his free hand, flicking his thumb over my nipple. I overflowed his grasp, my boobs far more than a handful, but from the way his eyes darkened with lust, I knew he loved them. He rolled my clit between his thumb and fingertips, and I reached back to thread my fingers through his hair, holding him in place.
“It killed me knowing I might never see you again. Then it was like the stars aligned. I was in Brisbane for the exhibition games, Cara told me you were single, and then I saw you.”
He slid his fingers lower, pumping two inside me. I was so wet, so needy. I moaned and rocked my hips, unable to choose between his dick or his fingers. But Jacques knew exactly what I needed. He let go of my breast and tilted my hips, his cockhead prodding my pussy.
“Yes,” I hissed, pushing back onto him. My pussy throbbed, every nerve ending set alight. “Fuck me,” I breathed.
But he held off, teasing me with just his tip and his fingers.
“When you agreed to drinks, I was riding a high for days. You were even prettier in the flesh and sweeter than I remembered. Last night was a dream come true. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Fuck, please,” I moaned.
“Come back to bed, Carina,” he ordered gently. “We haven’t finished with you yet.”
My knees were weak, and I was already on the edge. My pussy tightened around his fingers, and he slipped them free agonizingly slowly.
He answered my groan by slowly inching forward, stretching my pussy around his cock. “I love being inside this sweet pussy again. You going to let me come inside you, beautiful? You going to let me share you with Travis?”
“Yes, fuck, yes,” I cried out.
“Good girl.” Jacques pressed his thumb to my clit, and a shock of ecstasy pulsed through me, shooting me to the edge of an orgasm. “That’s it, sweetheart. Come all over my fingers. Show me how much you want me in your pretty pussy.”
I cried out again, my orgasm slamming into me. My pussy clenched, rhythmically pulsing as he drew every wicked fantasy straight from my mind and turned them into reality. Those thick fingers kept up their dance over my clit, and his cock stretched me so tight around him.
“Oh God,” I moaned pushing back on him harder as an aftershock rocked through me.
He slammed into me and hissed, his cock so thick and hard. “Fuck, I’m gonna blow if you keep that up,” he ground out. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“Give it to me,” I begged. “Fill me up.” I rocked back again, trying to take him deeper.
“Ah shit,” he gasped, going rigid, then bucking into me.
I choked out another cry, and his cock pulsed inside me, painting my channel with hot cum. He rocked his hips again and again, never stopping as he rode out his orgasm.
The door opened, and Travis stepped inside, crossed his ankles and his arms and, wearing only a smirk, said, “You two are having way too much fun in here without me.”
Jacques’s breathing was ragged as he buried his face in my nape and laughed. He eased his fingers from my clit but stayed buried inside me. I loved it, that feeling of being possessed by him. It was wrong, so wrong, to have slept with him, but while I was riding the high of my orgasm, I found it hard to regret it.
I released his hair and held onto the sink, propping myself up. My legs were like jelly.
“Darlin’, why don’t you come back to bed and let me show you what stamina looks like?”
“Fuck off,” Jacques huffed as I laughed. He groaned from behind me and his dick twitched. He was getting hard again already.
“Don’t worry, he got me there. But now I don’t know if I can walk.” The prospect of having them both was a bloody good motivator, though.
