Key West by Lacey Alexander (top android ebook reader .TXT) 📕

“You like this, angel?”

“Mmm,” she said, but then looked slightly distressed.

“What’s wrong? Is it hurting?”

“Oh—no.” She shook her head vehemently against the pillow. “It’s just…”

“What, babe? Tell me.”

“My breasts. They feel so needy, like they want some attention, too.”

He chuckled. “So touch them.”

She narrowed her gaze on him, looking wary. “Me?”

Still giving her a slow fuck with the tool in his hand, he tilted his head in disbelief. “Yes, you. Just like you did on the Barge when I couldn’t touch you.”

She blinked, her face flushing slightly. “I guess I did do that, didn’t I?”

“I nearly came just watching you play with your nipples.”

She still looked uncertain. “I was so drunk and wild—I guess it just happened without me thinking about it. I’m only a little drunk tonight. And something about it seems so…I don’t know, like I’m masturbating in front of you or something.”

He laughed. “I would love if you masturbated in front of me, baby.” In fact, now that she’d put the picture in his head, he was dying to make it happen. “Everybody touches themselves sometimes. What’s the big deal about touching your breasts? If I had ‘em, I’d touch ‘em,” he said with a grin.

She smiled, but still made no move to touch herself.

Using his free hand, he took one of hers and closed it over her breast, then gently squeezed, helping her mold the mound of flesh. She bit her lip and he knew it felt good, so he squeezed again.

When he drew his hand away, she left her hand over her breast, her distended nipple peeking between two fingers.

“You take care of those,” he said playfully, “while I take care of this.” He resumed pushing the vibrator in deeper, testing the resistance at the back of her slick tunnel.

“Who’s gonna take care of that?” she said, pointing toward his cock.

He chuckled cynically. “That doesn’t need any help right now. In fact, that needs to calm down.”

Looking back at her pussy, he began to guide the vibrator in slowly widening circles inside her, trying to gently prepare her cunt to be expanded as the night went on. He continued the same motion with the buzzing toy for a long, languid while, thinking he might relax her pussy even as he worked it, also thinking that going slow might relax his raging hard-on, too. When he glanced in the mirror, he found his angel gently squeezing her breasts in her hands, her eyes shut. Damn, she looked hot. So much for relaxing his cock—the sight jolted him straight back to full rigidity.

Still working the toy, he reached behind him for the cock-shaped vibrator, both longer and thicker than the cylinder in her now. He lifted it to her mouth, nudged it lightly against her lips. Her eyes opened in hot glassy slits. “Suck it,” he whispered.

She eased her mouth open, letting him slide the faux dick inside. She continued caressing her breasts as she made the toy wet for him with her luscious mouth. Her lips looked so pretty wrapped around it. Fuck, there he went—harder still.

“Now you,” she said when he drew it from her mouth.

“What?”

“Now you. Suck it.”

He gave her a questioning grin. “Why?”

“I want to see what you would look like. Sucking another guy’s cock.”

Although he expected his erection to shrivel, his groin tightened instead. “Color me surprised,” he said, thinking of his own reaction, but addressing her. “I can’t believe sweet little angel Carrie, who’s afraid to touch her own breasts unless she’s drunk, would ever even think about two guys being together, let alone get aroused by it.”

“I’m not sure yet if I’m aroused by it. Color me curious.”

He simply looked at her. Key West might be one of the gay capitals of the U.S.A., and he might even know plenty of people here who lived a bi-life, but he’d never personally had any interest in experimenting with it.

“Do it,” she prodded.

“Color you bossy,” he whispered.

“Color me someone who has tried so many new things since I met you that this is the least you can do for me in return.”

He couldn’t argue with that. And besides, why was he being so resistant—it was a sex toy, not a real dick. He laughed. “Fine. You want me to suck a cock for you, I’ll suck a cock for you.”

And if he was going to do it, he wasn’t going to do it halfway. Taking the toy back from her, he parted his lips and closed them around the head of the shaft. The rubber didn’t taste particularly good, but if she could take it without complaining, so could he. Summoning more saliva from his throat to mask the flavor, he slid it deeper into his mouth, surprised to find himself a little fascinated to see what women felt like when they sucked a cock. As he began to move the toy in and out between his lips, he used the same rhythm on the vibrator in her pussy.

Despite himself, her eyes shining on him aroused him, made him want to give her what she wanted, maybe surprise her with his lack of reluctance. He let his eyes fall shut and felt a heartbeat pulse at the base of his cock. Felt a strangely pleasing sense of satiation at having his mouth filled so full. Opened his eyes and gazed at her as he eased the phallus in and out. Relished the heat in her eyes, the sexy way she tweaked her nipples, then massaged her breasts, no longer shy about it.

Slowly, he extracted the shaft from his mouth, amazed at the way his lips felt stretched now, that quickly, and gaining a new understanding of why a woman’s lips sometimes appeared so sexy and swollen after a long round of cock-sucking.

“Well?” he said.

She looked completely entranced, fully aroused. She still pinched her nipples lightly. “You looked hot. Really hot.”

He let a small smile steal over him. “Glad you enjoyed it, since that’s the only time you’ll get to see it. Now,”