Текст книги "Wicked Fall"
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Then his cock is in my mouth and the only way I know it feels good to him is a harsh huff of breath he lets out as I tighten around him. An anonymous person to my right whispers, “Suck that cock,” and I do exactly that. For a brief moment, I forget about everything but the man—almost a perfect stranger really—who is in my mouth, tasting deliciously salty and all male, and I give him everything I’ve got.
Bridger’s hand pulls and pushes at my head roughly as he grips my hair, and I can tell just by these simple movements that he would never be a gentle lover. That thought excites me and I start to throb as I have visions of him reddening my skin, and I wonder what Woolf would think of Bridger doing just that.
A wave of guilt hits me, and I immediately start to try to pull completely away from Bridger as I have the overwhelming and sudden need to belong only to Woolf. And yet… I don’t want to give up the man in my mouth.
My eyes prick with tears as my body, mind, and heart all start to compete for various pleasures. How can a sweet kiss from Woolf feel just as good as two men’s fingers inside of me?
There’s a distinct possibility I’m going insane.
Bridger holds my hair tight as I start to pull away but then Woolf is behind me, down on his knees, and his arms are wrapping around my waist. His naked chest presses into my back, and I feel his erection against me. His lips press a kiss behind my ear and he whispers, “You’re doing great, baby. Watching you suck Bridger’s cock is so fucking hot.”
I let out a hard breath through my nose and he must feel the tension start to melt, because he gives me the piece of advice I need to continue on in my quest to become a different woman.
“Don’t think, Callie,” he says as one hand drops down between my legs. “Just know that what’s happening right here… right now… it’s nothing but an experience. It doesn’t change the way I feel about you.”
He slowly rubs a light circle around my clit, causing my body to jerk and take Bridger a bit deeper into my mouth. I look up at him, and he gives me a smile that almost borders on tenderness. Something I’d expect from Woolf but not Bridger.
Woolf’s words.
Bridger’s smile.
I feel safe.
Reaching my hands up, I grasp onto Bridger’s hips and pull him deeper into me.
“Fuck yeah,” he praises with a hoarse voice.
Woolf sinks two fingers into me, wrapping his other arm around me even tighter, and he causes my heart to almost seize up in euphoria when he says, “That’s my sweet girl. Even with my fingers in you and another man’s cock on your tongue, you’re still the sweetest girl I’ll ever know.”
So my first ménage has started, and I’m not sure if it will be my last, so I give it my all.
I move up and down on Bridger’s shaft while Woolf’s fingers play between my legs. My blood races, my head spins… all obvious precursors to a monumental—
The explosion of pleasure hits me so hard, I almost choke on Bridger’s dick as I suck in air to keep from passing out. I cry out all around his slick shaft stroking along my tongue on a backward stroke and then he’s gone. I sag back into Woolf’s arms as he continues to rub the orgasm to completion between my legs. I’m almost embarrassed at how hard I’m shuddering, hoping I don’t look like I’m having an awkward and completely unsexy seizure because the pleasure is so intense.
The sound of ripping foil startles my senses, and I realize Woolf is pulling me backwards as he sits down onto the floor. He kicks his legs outward, causing my own legs to spread, and then Bridger is crawling in between them. His cock is sheathed in a condom and his hands go behind my knees. He raises my legs, spreads me even wider as I lay on top of Woolf’s reclining body, and then Bridger is slamming his way inside of me.
Chapter 17
Woolf
I grit my teeth as I watch the pleasure overtake Bridger’s face when his cock sinks deep into Callie. So fucking hot and yet bittersweet at the same time.
Sweet because Callie is getting exactly what she wants, and bitter because I’m feeling jealous.
For the first time in my life, I want to deny Bridger, but fuck if that ship hasn’t already sailed.
Callie moans and her head falls back onto my shoulder. Bridger spreads her even wider, and then starts fucking her hard. I stare at his face. A face I’ve seen countless times fucking a woman, and it looks no different than any other time.
He doesn’t look like this feels any better, and that gives me a small measure of comfort. I glance down at their union, watching his rubber-coated cock tunnel in and out of her wet pussy, and my own cock aches to be inside of her. If she were a different woman, I would have lubed up and set that gorgeous ass on my dick, but Callie is way too sweet for something like that.
At least for now.
“Woolf?” Callie whispers.
It’s a question.
A need for validation.
That makes me feel even better about what’s going down.
“It’s okay, baby,” I tell her softly, and my hand comes up to circle around her throat with the tips of my fingers and thumb gripping onto her jaw. I turn her head to the side, lean around, and kiss her deeply, holding her tightly as Bridger is rocking her body hard against me. She moans into my mouth, and I know in this moment she’s moaning over my kiss and not Bridger’s dick between her legs.
I kiss her hard and possessively, my own moans mingling with hers. I can feel her body grinding against me from Bridger’s strokes, and rather than him picking up the pace so he can get them both off, I sense him slowing down.
I pull my lips reluctantly away from Callie, and my eyes immediately lock with Bridger’s as he slowly just undulates against the woman in my arms. I know this man so well that I can read the question in his eyes. Even while he’s balls deep inside what I know is the best pussy in the entire world, his focus is on me and my needs right at this moment.
I cannot help the pleading look I give him back, and he immediately knows that while I want Callie to experience this beautiful experience, I’m struggling with my possessiveness over her.
Bridger immediately pulls out of Callie. She doesn’t even notice because my mouth is back on hers again, and I let my fingers replace his cock for a few moments. I thrust two, and then three in and out of her, feeling her wetness coating me. My eyes are closed, because I succumb to the rapture of this woman, and yet I’m not surprised when I feel Bridger’s hand covering my own, urging the movement of my hand. His cock may not be in her anymore, but he knows he’s still very much welcome to play with us.
This man knows me better than I know myself sometimes.
Knows exactly the limits I have with Callie.
Fuck, he knew them even before I ever really had a clue.
I ache to be inside this woman because even though I may have all kinds of proprietary jealousy rolling through me, I still found it utterly erotic to watch Callie fall prey to this type of debauchery. My cock is hard as a rock and begging for release.
Pulling my lips away from her, I look at Bridger and say just one word. “Bed.”
He pulls her up and off me, sweeping her up in his arms, and I come up off the floor and follow them over to the four-poster. He lays Callie in the middle of the mattress, and I’m satisfied that her eyes stay pinned on me.
I crawl up onto the mattress from the end of the bed, right up between her legs. From my periphery, I see Bridger pull the condom off his cock as he watches us, his hand starting a fluid, lazy stroke on himself. The other people in the room… discreet people who embrace the subtleties of this lifestyle… come in closer to watch the action. I don’t take my eyes off Callie, but I’ve done enough of these to know that every man has a hard-on, every woman is soaking wet, and before long, there’s going to be a whole lot of fucking going on in this room.
But only after Callie and I are done.
Nudging her legs apart, I come to rest, kneeling between them. I look down at her, her hooded face only showcasing me those gorgeous, fern-colored eyes sizzling with heat and her lips still puffy from sucking on Bridger’s cock. She is beyond beautiful with a lovely red flush to her neck and her nipples budded hard.
Without disengaging my eyes from Callie’s, I ask Bridger, “Think she’s ready for me?”
Giving a deep chuckle, he steps up to the edge of the bed. He doesn’t need my permission because my question was actually a command to him. Leaning over Callie, he places one hand softly on her stomach and slips a finger into her with his other hand. He slowly moves it in and out, drawing a tiny mewling sound from her. Her eyes are droopy with lust, but she keeps them open and watches as Bridger finger fucks her.
“She’s ready,” Bridger says in a dark, filthy voice.
He removes his finger from her pussy and puts it into his mouth to suck clean. Callie gasps as she watches him, and that tiny sound makes his eyes cut over to her. He gives her an almost evil grin and says, “Gotta make sure your man’s ready too.”
I know what’s coming, because you see… I know this man as well as he knows me. He wants to show Callie that he’s still very much involved at this moment, and he also wants to shock her. He wants to show her that she hasn’t even begun to imagine the way three people can play together.
His hand shoots out and wraps around the base of my dick, causing a tiny hiss of pleasure to slip past my lips. He gives me a few hard pulls, and I watch Callie’s mouth form into a tiny “O” of surprise. She watches in fascination as Bridger leans in toward me and licks the moisture from the tip of my cock.
For the dramatic effect, Bridger closes his eyes… savors my taste. When he opens them back up again, he turns to Callie and says, “Yeah… he’s definitely ready for you.”
I know I’m sure as fuck ready for her so I raise her legs up and split them wider. Bridger gives a few more strokes on my cock with his rough palm and then tugs me forward. My hips lean in, letting him guide me, and as if choreographed, he helps to push me right inside of that hot, sweet pussy.
Callie gives a guttural moan when I sink in deep and while I’m not one to normally talk while fucking, I can’t help it. “Christ, that feels good.”
Bridger releases his hold on me, and I start thrusting slowly in and out of her. Callie stares at me and while the hood hides the subtle nuances of her facial muscles, I can tell deep within her eyes that she’s almost completely lost in this experience. Bridger sees it too because he cuts me a quick smirk as if to say, “She needs just a small push to tip her all the way over so she knows she’s been well and truly fucked by two men.”
I nod at him, because it’s my cock that’s deep inside of her, claiming her as mine.
Bridger leans in again, bracing his hands on either side of Callie’s hips, and presses his lips to her pussy as I tunnel in and out. My pelvis knocks against the side of his head every time, but it doesn’t stop him from putting his tongue against her clit while I fuck her.
Callie lets out a sharp cry of pleasure that seems to go on and on before her eyes cloud thickly over with drug-inducing lust. I’m not sure she’ll even understand what’s happening to her, but I’m now getting lost as well. Driving my cock in and out of Callie while Bridger sucks at her clit and people watch us is getting ready to go down as one of the most erotic things I’ve ever done in my life. It’s not the first time I’ve been in this position, but fuck… with Callie underneath us, it turns this into an experience that will never be rivaled again.
“Babe,” I say thickly. Her eyes focus a bit on me, and she licks at her lower lip. I push in deep, hold still for a moment, and just let Bridger’s tongue work a bit. “You okay, baby?”
She grunts, and I take that as approval.
“I want you to come for me and Bridger, okay?”
She grunts again, and Bridger sucks on her hard.
I pull out and slam back in.
Callie’s back arches high up off the mattress as she screams out, and her pussy contracts hard around my cock as she starts coming. Bridger immediately pulls away from us, and I fall on top of her. My hips start a brutal thrusting in and out. Callie groans and cries as her body shakes. I grind my pelvis down against her hard with each push, drawing her orgasm out. My eyes cut over to Bridger, and he’s stroking his cock hard as he watches me fuck her.
It’s too much.
It’s all too much, and I explode viciously inside of her. I cry her name out so loudly, it reverberates inside the room, and I’m immediately struck with the fact I have no control where she’s concerned. The woman whose identity I was desperately trying to protect tonight just got outed because I couldn’t handle how fucking good that orgasm felt.
I collapse on top of her. Her arms and legs wrap around me, holding me close as I shudder violently. My face turns to rest on her shoulder, and I see Bridger has a woman on her knees in front of him, sucking his cock.
The other people in the room are disrobing. Kissing, fondling, groping. In moments, there will be fucking. I’m absolutely depleted with a beautiful woman lying beneath me, and I think I may have just tarnished every bit of sweetness that was inside of her.
Turning back to Callie, I burrow in against her neck, pressing my lips to her moist skin and whisper her name this time. I say her name in wonder and partly in shame, because I think I may have just led her down a path I’m not sure I want either one of us on.
As people start to fuck, I pull Callie from the bed. I gather my clothes and her robe, and we sidestep the orgy in progress to head back to the bathroom.
As soon as the door is shut behind us, I turn to her and sift my fingers through her hair as it falls from the hole in the back. “Have to leave the hood on until we get out of the cabin.”
She nods as she lowers her face, either from embarrassment over some amazing, dirty sex or shame—I’m not sure which—but either thought earns a tilt of her head back up with my fingers under her chin and a soft kiss from me.
When I pull back, I ask her, “Was it what you expected?”
“I could never have expected that,” she says softly.
“Tell me the first word that comes to mind right now,” I urge her quickly.
Callie’s eyes hold me steady as she says, “Guilt.”
I nod in understanding. “Because Bridger fucked you?”
“Yes,” she whispers, and then drops her gaze again. “And because it felt good.”
My arms wrap around her, and I pull her in close. I’m content to just hold her a minute, her cheek pressed against my chest, while I gather my thoughts. I knew this would happen.
It was inevitable really, that she would be conflicted.
What is surprising is how conflicted I am as well.
Finally, I release her and put my hands to her shoulders, pushing her back just a bit so she can see my face. “Callie… what we did in there… that’s either reserved for one of two kinds of people. Either those that are like Bridger who have no emotional ties to anyone, and look upon that as just a way to feel really good. Or there are some people in monogamous relationships that have strong bonds and can handle that type of sharing without guilt or shame.”
“And which group do I belong to?” she asks quietly.
But she already knows the answer. She’s not surprised when I say, “Neither.”
“And where do you belong?”
I stare at her a moment, considering if this might be the exact moment I should cut her out of my life. Save her pain and misery down the road which will be inevitable as I struggle against these same insecurities myself. But when I look at her as she is still unashamedly naked and beautiful in front of me, eyes open and clearly looking to make some sense of this all, I know I can’t lie to her just as I know I can’t give her up right yet.
“I’m not quite sure where I belong. You sort of complicate things for me.”
Luckily, she doesn’t take offense to that. She knows what I mean. “Did something change in there between us?”
“No,” I assure her. “Even as complicated as you make things for me, I think the only thing that happened in there was that things got a little clearer.”
“Because there are feelings,” she guesses.
“There are now feelings,” I affirm.
Deep, strong feelings and that means I am no longer like Bridger. I can’t go in and have unemotional sex where Callie is concerned. Even as turned on as I was watching Bridger fuck Callie, I was equally pissed off and even considered punching him. The only thing that held me back was that I knew the only connection Bridger was feeling to Callie was his cock in her pussy, because that’s the only part of his body that is activated during sex.
But what I feel for Callie is unclear. I’m not sure I can continue on with this lifestyle and her at the same time. Jealousy can never come into play during a ménage, and I most certainly felt that when Bridger was inside of her. Oddly, I didn’t feel it when he was touching her in other ways, and I’m thinking that might take a slew of psychologists to figure that one out.
Regardless, I know one thing for sure.
Callie is not cut out for this.
I’ve done my duty and I gave her the experience, but that’s as far as that will ever go. From here on out, she’s mine alone until I can decide which life is truly for me.
I pull Callie’s clothes from the hook on the back of the bathroom door and hand them to her. We silently get dressed and without a word, she slips her hand into mine as I open the door. Immediately, the sounds of groans, curses, and slapping skin fill the air. I almost hate for Callie to see this, but it can’t be helped. We have to make our way through the orgy to get to the exit door.
Winding us through the coupling bodies, I efficiently guide us to the front of the cabin. A quick glance over my shoulder and I see Callie’s not even watching the action. I take that as a subtle sign that maybe she realizes this isn’t really for her either. That, or she’s just still a bit dazed over the entire experience.
The late June air is mildly cool but not chilly as we step out onto the porch. As soon as the door shuts behind us, I unlace the back of the hood and pull it free from her head. She takes her fingertips, scratching at her scalp and fluffing her hair out a bit as we walk over to my Range Rover. Just as I open the door and help her step up into the vehicle, motion from the opposite side of the porch gets my attention. I see Colton jogging up the front steps which are lit by the single, yellow bulbed sconce beside the door. He glances over at me and waves a hand in greeting. I immediately push Callie roughly into the seat and shut the door, praying to God he can’t see her from the darkness of where I’m parked.
No clue why that fucker is here, but I raise a hand back to him and he gives me a friendly nod before grabbing ahold of the door to the cabin. I hold my breath with unrivaled anxiety as he steps inside and shuts it behind him.
Fuck, that was a close call.
And that pretty much settles any remaining indecision I may have had warring inside my head.
Callie Hayes is never coming back to The Wicked Horse for as long as she lives.
Chapter 18
Callie
I glance at the clock on the dashboard of my truck and mentally grimace. I knew I shouldn’t have taken the time to stop at Camarina’s, but I just couldn’t help myself. I wanted to wear something sexy for Woolf for the next time we’re together, and the high-end lingerie store was calling out to me. A teddy, three pairs of panties, and two new bras, and I was on my way to pick up some groceries as my parents were coming in for the weekend. This worked out well as Tenn is also flying in this afternoon, although he’ll be staying for a week. I say it works out well, but in fact, it sucks, because I’m not sure when I will get to see Woolf again what with my parents and Tenn visiting.
And by “see” Woolf, I absolutely mean “have sex” with Woolf.
Whipping into the grocery store parking lot, I find a spot and hop out. As has been par for the course all day, I’m thinking about Woolf. I get goose bumps every time I think about him.
I absolutely shudder if I think about what happened last night between Woolf, Bridger, and me.
I was in a room with two men having sex with me while others watched.
When I think about the mechanics of what happened… the implications… I don’t know whether to be turned on or off. I think turned on, because damn… Woolf… Bridger.
Woolf.
Really, just Woolf.
He made me feel absolutely safe and sheltered during that entire experience. It was the dirtiest, most erotic thing I could ever have imagined happening to me. I felt immense pleasure and tremendous guilt at the same time for what I was doing, and yet when it was all over, Woolf reassured my sensibilities.
He drove me home last night, and without my invitation, came inside with me. Because we had pretty much been fucking like rabbits every day, several times a day, for the last week, I expected more of the same when we got inside. Instead, we took a shower together where he did nothing more than gently help me to wash myself before pulling me out and drying me off. He sat on the edge of the bathtub with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist as I blow-dried my hair, flipping through his iPhone to bide his time.
When I was done, that is when the oddest thing happened.
Woolf stripped our towels off and swept me up in his arms. He deposited me on the bed, crawling in behind me. With his arms securely around me, legs intertwined, he kissed me on my forehead and said, “Talk to me.”
It startled me.
That simple command.
But all of a sudden, I realized… I needed to talk more about what had just happened between us. I needed someone to explain to me and help me make sense of the myriad of emotions coursing through me. I needed to know if what I did was right or if it was wrong.
“Bridger,” was all I needed to say to get the conversation rolling, and Woolf told me all I needed to know about the mysterious man.
“He’s the only one I would trust to be with you and that’s why I asked him to join us,” he told me in a steady, calm voice. “And even though he’s my best friend in the world… even though I would have never denied him a woman I was with in the past… it bothered the fuck out of me to see you with him.”
I hated that Woolf was feeling conflicted, but I can’t deny… it felt damn good to hear he was jealous.
“Is that why he… um… stopped?” I asked uncertainly.
“Yeah. He knew it was bothering me.”
“He just knew?” I asked with some level of wonder, because when Woolf talks about Bridger, it’s always with a tone that surpasses respect.
Maybe deification?
“I would trust Bridger with my life,” Woolf said with such conviction, I knew that something had happened to cement that relationship. I knew without him ever telling me another thing, that what my brother had in the way of friendship with Woolf was nothing compared to what existed between Bridger and Woolf.
And I wanted to know why, only because I’m fascinated by the connection these two men have. And oddly… maybe even a little jealous of it.
“Why do you have such a tight bond with him?” I asked.
Woolf chuckled low in his throat and squeezed me. “I’ll tell you, only because you’re one of the few people who have truly seen just how comfortable we are with each other.”
My face flamed red because I knew he was talking about the fact that Bridger fisted Woolf’s cock and then licked the tip of it. That right there was so fucking hot, I almost orgasmed just from the sight of it.
“Bridger and I became close friends right away in college. Joined the same fraternity, became roommates in the frat house. That sort of stuff. We drank, we got drunk… we talked.”
“About me,” I couldn’t help interjecting, because I knew this from Bridger.
Woolf snorted. “You were the tamest of some of the subjects we had going on, but yes… we talked. About everything.”
“About sex.”
“About the kinkiest types of sex,” he clarified. “We had a lot in common, let’s just say, when it came to all the ways in which we liked to get our rocks off.”
“Were you two… you know, ever together?” I asked timidly, not really understanding how I was feeling about that particular subject. I mean, it was so hot to watch Bridger actually guide Woolf’s cock into me, but I’m not sure I liked the idea of them having a more intimate type of relationship outside of the best buds status. It definitely made me feel jealous.
Woolf chuckled again, completely amused with me. “If you mean have we ever fucked, then the answer is ‘no’. Not really turned on by that, but when we’ve been in threesomes, or group sex parties… Bridger doesn’t discriminate in who he touches. He’s into everything.”
“When he touched you… licked you,” I asked with my face burning and thankful he really couldn’t see it as it rested on his chest, “did that turn you on?”
“It felt good,” Woolf said matter-of-factly. “But that’s not what turned me on. What turned me on was watching you get turned on by it.”
“Really?” I had asked, completely amazed.
“Baby,” Woolf said with a deep laugh. “If you had told us that it would have turned you on to have Bridger fuck me, I would have probably let him do it just for you.”
“No way,” I exclaimed and pushed up from his chest to look down at him.
He grinned back at me. “Yeah, no way. He’s got a huge cock and I bet it would hurt like a motherfucker.”
I couldn’t help the giggle that popped out, but then I turned serious when he lifted a hand and touched my cheek. “But seriously… there isn’t much I wouldn’t do for Bridger, and he for me.”
“Tell me why,” I said, taking my own hand and laying it over his. “There’s a story there and it’s important, so tell me.”
Woolf had pulled me back down to his chest and I wiggled a bit to get settled in.
“Bridger and I did some crazy shit in college. Always trying to push the envelope. Bridger got involved with the BDSM lifestyle and while that really wasn’t my thing, I loved the parties he’d take me too. Next thing I knew… Bridger and I were throwing sex parties. We’d rent a venue, charge a cover, and let people in to do all sorts of crazy fucking.”
I know this should stun me, but it truly doesn’t. Not after what I’ve seen in The Silo. Not after what I had just done. Woolf’s voice drops a little and his fingers stroke at my shoulder. “The funny thing is… we didn’t do it for the money. I mean… Bridger needed the money and I gave it all to him because I was rich as shit, but that’s not why we did it. We did it for the thrill… always trying to make that next orgasm bigger and better. We did it for the shock value and before you knew it… we were sort of addicted to that shit.”
“Like a drug?” I asked with skepticism.
“Maybe,” he said softly. “I just know… when it came to my sexual lifestyle, I liked it kinky and varied, and I was always looking for the next big rush with the sex. I never went back for seconds though.”
I couldn’t help the slight sting of jealousy and sadness that hit me. Woolf has been with so many women. Beautiful, gorgeous, sinful women that would do far dirtier things than I ever did with him. But I pushed past it because as I lay in his arms and listened to him tell me all about the importance of Bridger, I realized… he’d come back for far more than seconds with me.
Woolf went on to explain that in their senior year at the University of Wyoming, they had thrown a sex party and were stunned to see the dean’s daughter had shown up with her boyfriend. Apparently, they ended up in a threesome with Woolf, which had been recorded by someone that had snuck in a smart phone.
Within days, the video had gone viral, but only three things were discernable from the grainy quality.
The dean’s daughter’s boyfriend, who was on his back on a mattress and looking unbeknownst right at the camera.
The dean’s daughter, who was straddling his cock and had her head tilted to the side, looking unbeknownst right at the camera.
And the back of a dark-haired man with a tattoo of a bucking bronco on his right shoulder blade, who was not looking at the camera but was clearly fucking the dean’s daughter up the ass.
My head popped back up off Woolf’s chest and I looked down at him in shock, because my lips had traced across that very same tattoo many times this past week.
“Oh, my God,” I said in a whisper, and then actually covered my mouth with my hand. “What happened?”
“I was on a one-way ticket to getting kicked out of school because I had been identified by that tattoo. Not just for going all anal on the dean’s daughter, but for setting up the sex party to begin with. It sort of outed me to the campus police what we had been doing.”
“But you didn’t get kicked out?” I surmised, because I know he graduated with a degree in animal sciences.
Bitter sadness filled Woolf’s eyes and he shook his head. “Behind my back, Bridger turned himself into the campus police, who were conducting the investigation before I could even be called in for questioning. Appears the asshole had gone out and gotten a matching tattoo on his back.”
“He took the fall for you,” I said in amazement.
“And I’ll never be able to repay him for it,” he concluded with finality. “He got kicked out of school and lost the ability to complete his degree.”
I didn’t know what to say. I was mortified at the things Woolf had admitted to doing, and incredibly touched by the lengths that Bridger went to protect his friend. I don’t know about Bridger’s background, but Woolf’s family would have been terribly battered by such a scandal. The Jennings were too public to not have that adversely affect them.
I wanted to ask more questions, but in reality, I sensed that Woolf telling me that story was something I should treasure. He never admitted as much, but I think I may be only the third person that truly knows what happened there. As such, I was incredibly humbled he shared it with me and also incredibly turned on by his trust in me.
I leaned down and kissed him, letting my hand slide down his stomach to his cock, which started swelling the minute my fingers wrapped around it. I then proceeded to show him with my mouth just how much it meant that he shared that story with me.
