He walked in to soft moans and sharp grunts filling the air.
For a second, Miles thought he was imagining things. Then another cry rang out. The breathless high note made his dick twitch, and he found himself slowing his footsteps, listening for more.
Shaking his head, a grin tugging at his lips, he tiptoed toward his room. But his gaze slid sideways... into his friend, Lisa’s, room, and his jeans tightened painfully.
Lisa had a girl bent over the arm of her couch. Her breasts swung heavily as her body rocked to the rhythm of Lisa’s thrusts. Her eyes were shut in bliss, drool spilling from her lips as she panted. Miles reached down and squeezed himself, a low curse breaking from him.
Lisa’s head was thrown back, his black satin tie wrapped tight around her "friend’s" wrists and looped around her fist. Her other hand gripped the girl’s waist, slamming her forward into every merciless snap of her hips.
A shudder ran through Miles. His hand squeezed again before he dragged himself to his room.
It wasn’t the first time Lisa had brought home a lover. But tonight… she was reckless, unrestrained, as if she thought she had the place to herself.
Of course she did. He was supposed to be on a trip.
He changed into sweats and came back downstairs for a drink.
“Do you want a turn?”
The voice startled him. He whipped his head. Lisa leaned against the wall, a thin shirt hanging over her naked body, arms crossed, that wicked grin on her face.
“Excuse me?”
“You said you haven’t had any since your last relationship. You’re pent up.” She shrugged, nodding toward her room. “Want some release?”
His brows furrowed. “Isn’t that your girlfriend?”
Lisa rolled her eyes. “You know I don’t date. I picked her up at the bar.”
Miles’ voice dropped. “Isn’t she… gay?”
Lisa’s smirk widened. “Nah. Pretty sure she likes dick.”
His throat worked. “Well… would she even want me?”
Lisa’s laugh was sharp, teasing. “Have you looked in the mirror? Who wouldn’t want you?” She winked. “But if you’re that unsure, I’ll ask.”
Moments later, a head popped from the bedroom door. Wide brown eyes. Shiny lips. High cheekbones.
“I’m Stella,” she said softly.
Miles’ chest tightened. “Hi, Stella.”
Her teeth sank into her lip. “Hi. Um… Lisa said you wanted to fuck me?”
He swallowed. “If you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind.” She stepped out fully. Naked. Breasts swaying, trimmed curls damp with arousal. Her head tilted coyly. “Can I see it? Your dick. I’m picky.”
Heat surged through him. He stroked himself once through his sweats. She licked her lips.
He tugged down. His dick sprang free, hard and glistening, twitching with need.
Stella gasped. “Ngh… daddy…” She bounced her tits, reaching out.
“Don’t touch,” he rasped. His voice was wrecked, urgent. “I’ll cum if you do.”
Her eyes widened. He collapsed onto a stool, clutching his thighs to anchor himself. “Turn around.”
She obeyed instantly.
“Touch your toes.”
Her hands wrapped her ankles. A bead of precum pearled at his tip. He dug his nails into his thighs to dull the pressure.
Leaning in, he inhaled her scent and groaned. His tongue swiped a long, slow lick through her folds. She whimpered. His eyes rolled back as he dragged over her slit again, slurping greedily until his face was wet with her.
“Holy fuck,” he muttered, licking harder.
A laugh drifted from the doorway. Lisa. She leaned on the frame, arms crossed, smirking.
Miles met her eyes over Stella’s back. “Fuck,” he mouthed.
“Good?” She mouthed back.
His nod was frantic. “So good.”
Then he seized Stella’s hips and buried his face between her thighs. She screamed, trembling, grinding into his mouth as his slurps echoed through the apartment.
When she finally shattered, he didn’t let her go. He spread his legs wide, yanked her back, and sank her down onto his dick.
The stretch was brutal. Stella gasped, clawing his arms. “Mmph--too big--Lisa, he’s too big.”
Lisa sauntered forward, twisting her friend’s nipple. “You can take it. Miles? You okay?”
His head was thrown back, veins straining. “She. is. strangling. me.”
Lisa snorted. “You’re both so dramatic. Just move.”
Stella whimpered, lifted herself, then sank back down.
Miles groaned, white-knuckling the stool.
“Good girl,” Lisa purred, smacking Stella’s breast. “Work him. Fuck that dick like you took my strap.”
Stella whimpered, rising again, riding him slow and shaky.
Then she slammed too hard.
“Fuuuuck!” she screamed. “He hit my cervix!”
Miles’ roar shook the walls. Lisa’s laughter rang out.
She circled Stella’s clit lazily with her thumb while Stella writhed, grinding on Miles’ dick, mumbling incoherently.
Lisa glanced at Miles’ clenched jaw, cords straining in his neck. Her voice dropped, husky. “Aren’t you going to fuck her properly?”
“I’ll wreck her,” he growled.
“She can take it.” Lisa’s thumb sped up. Her other hand slipped between her own thighs. “Right, sweet thing?”
Stella nodded weakly, lifting herself again.
Miles’ hands locked around her waist and slammed her down. She keened, toes curling against the floor.
He rose with her still impaled, bent his knees, and rutted up into her, fucking her like she weighed nothing. His guttural grunts swallowed her cries.
Lisa tried to keep her own fingers in rhythm but gave up when Miles lost control. Her hand flew over her clit while two fingers plunged inside, chasing her own peak to the sounds of Stella being ruined.
When Miles finally shuddered and spilled inside, Stella was limp in his arms. Their mixed fluids dripped to the floor as he held her loosely, body twitching in aftershocks.
He carried her to the couch, collapsing with her still joined.
By the time Lisa curled against his other side, he was already half-asleep.
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