“You want it?”
Karissa nodded, adding a greedy smile.
“Come take it.”
She was on me in a flash, throwing one perfect leg over my abdomen. Only she did it backwards, to ride me reverse cowgirl. This gave me the perfect closeup of her beautiful pussy, her glistening pink folds parting in slow motion as she sank carefully down on my throbbing, aching shaft.
“Oh FUCK.”
Nothing in the world felt this good. Her warmth, her wetness. The snug fit of her pussy wrapped tightly around me, coupled with the weight of her body, driving me upwards and into her.
“Jesus, honey…”
Karissa was riding me now, her hands on my thighs. It started with a slow, gentle bounce. Eventually it incorporated an evil grind at the end, her ass moving in ways that were determined to bring me off.
The guys are really, REALLY going to kill me.
I knew it, but I didn’t care. I was taking a risk. Being selfish for once, instead of selfless. We’d done everything right, the three of us, when it came to business and friendship. We’d worked impossible hours, sacrificed entire chunks of our lives. We’d gone from being broke to being fairly well-off, then traded that money to go deeper in debt to buy this place.
All because… well because…
Because of her.
I pushed the thoughts abruptly from my mind and focused back on the moment. Yes, I was fucking Karissa. I was taking her body and letting her have every inch of mine, and we were both enjoying each other immensely.
The others would just have to deal with it.
I had my hands on her hips now, guiding her up and down. Watching her long, luscious hair dance across her naked back as she screwed down on me, bringing me that much closer to the inevitable explosion.
But I had to make it worth it. If I were going down for the crime of screwing our beautiful general contractor, I had to make this last.
“Oh!”
Karissa whimpered as I pushed her forward, onto all fours. By the time I mounted her she was already in position. By the time I slid my cock all the way home, she was already staring back at me over her shoulder. Looking at me pleadingly with those deep blue eyes.
“Give it to me,” she whispered huskily.
I continued clenching and unclenching my ass, stroking her from the inside out. Her lips were swollen, her eyes glazed. I was dogging her slowly, enjoying every inch of her inner heat. Losing myself in those shimmering sapphire eyes, as I made her the one thing I’d wanted from the very beginning:
Mine.
It was a disturbance of air in the room that turned my attention, rather than any noise or sound. I turned my head slightly to the left. Tilted my chin upward.
Oh shit…
And then my whole body froze, mid-stroke.
Eleven
KARISSA
He felt spectacular inside me, like an extension of my own throbbing sex. He was hard and long. Thick and warm and incredibly wonderful…
“Give it to me.”
My new lover didn’t need much in the way of urging. Already he was plowing away, grasping my hips. Taking me from behind — the way I’d always loved it — with full, deep strokes.
This… this is…
It was like a fantasy, finally fulfilled. A hot ball of pent-up sexual frustration, exploding magnificently, showering us both with warm, liquid euphoria.
I—
Suddenly I felt Bryce stop. He stiffened, almost like he was about to come, which at this point would’ve been a colossal disappointment.
Hesitantly I followed his gaze…
And then I saw.
Oh. My. God.
Just inside the doorway, Camden stood there watching us. He had his hands on his hips. His eyes glued to my heaving body, which had stopped mid-bounce.
For several long seconds, no one moved. I was still drunk with lust. So far gone that I didn’t even react. Bryce still lay buried inside me, our bodies connected in the most intimate of ways. Our gazes were both locked on Camden’s piercing stare.
We’re fucked.
It was the only answer, really. We’d left ourselves wide open. Been caught with our pants not only down, but completely off.
Then Camden turned around… and silently closed the door.
Holy shit.
The heavy click of the door latch snapped me back to reality. He walked slowly back to his original spot, then crossed to the edge of the bed. The whole time, he kept his eyes on me. There was no anger, or jealousy, or sorrow like there had been before.
There was only my own lust, reflected in his laser blue eyes.
What the—
Reaching out, Camden took my face gently in his two big hands. Then he leaned forward, brought his lips to mine…
… and kissed me, long and hard and deep.
Ohhhh…
His fingers cradled my cheeks. They caressed my chin, as his jaw rotated slowly against mine. The kiss was explosive. Thunderous. It changed everything in the span of a few hot seconds, and then all of a sudden, I was bouncing again.
No. Fucking. WAY.
His hands still on my hips, Bryce had started screwing me again. He did it slowly, as to not break our kiss. Every deep push elicited a gasp of sweet agony. Every delicious pull sent my brain reeling, as Camden’s fingers traced their way down my face, my neck, my body…
It was like a dream sequence — the ones you’d see in movies. Only this was actually happening to me. Camden’s warm hands slid down to cup my breasts, pinning them to my chest as Bryce picked up the pace and began really fucking me. His palms — rough from a lifetime of manual labor — twisted into ten eager fingers that brought my nipples to life.
This can’t be happening!
Oh, but it was. Camden was still kissing me and Bryce was still drilling me, and there I was, pinned hotly between them. Somehow I was bucking backwards, rolling my hips to get one lover deeper inside me, while reaching out with a hand for the other. Every kiss brought me one level
