Despite the cold words, she sure as hell made sure he got a good view of her ass, swaying far more than she usually let it, as she walked away.
Ben pulled his eyes back into his head. He gulped. “I promise. Lips are sealed.”
Beth smiled easily as she sat back down, cruelly hiding that ass from his view. “I know, dude,” she replied in a warm, friendly tone again. “I was just pulling your chain.”
“But she doesn’t make idle threats,” Carla added, with the tiniest bit of steel in her voice.
“No. No, I do not,” Beth agreed, in that same friendly tone that sounded like she was discussing the baseball team.
“I’m going to go and…” Ben said, even more hoarsely. “I’m going to go, before you guys tell me any more stories.” And he beat a hasty retreat. If he was not jacking off furiously in five minutes, either to that picture of Mary I sent him back when, or more likely to the thought of Beth in his lap, I would eat my hat with mustard.
I looked at Beth as the door closed. “If I’m not mistaken, you are thinking this very second about actually blowing Ben, aren’t you?” I asked in a tone of casual inquiry that, while not exactly encouraging, was intended to be most explicitly not discouraging.
She actually blushed. “You two got me thinking, that’s all.”
“Well,” I said, with certitude, “think all you want. And you are welcome to suck his cock until he dies of pleasure, but you are going to do it without my presence and certainly without my participation!”
After another moment of laughter, I turned to Carla, and in my best, growling voice of command that she liked so much, I said, “Well, if we must table the awesomeness of the three-way idea. Let’s talk more about the lesser, but still totally, awesome idea of taking turns while watching…” I leaned in just a bit as I spoke to her.
Carla’s eyes widened slightly, and I caught her nostrils flare. She did that when I got assertive with her. I started to calculate how to get Beth on board.
“You are serious,” Carla breathed shallowly.
“I am,” I growled and kissed her, biting her lower lip just a little bit, exactly the way I knew she liked.
“Geez, you guys,” Beth said dryly. “Get a room.”
“We are in a room,” I said, looking over my shoulder at her. “Want to watch?”
Beth just looked at me. Had I, in fact, chosen the ideal time after all?
Both girls had just heard me tell a story of a sort-of threesome, in as erotic a fashion as I had been able. They had then immediately tortured Ben with that same story, in more graphic than erotic fashion, moments later. And they were drunk on secrets, revealed and still hidden.
Beth looked at me silently. Then she rose to her feet and quietly locked my door.
You never lock your door when you are inside. It’s a big no-no.
Beth just sat back down and looked at me and Carla.
I smiled, then grinned hungrily at Carla. She shook a little as I bent and kissed her neck, nibbling there too. A simple, “Ohhhh,” escaped her lips. With that, I slid to my knees on the floor, reaching out to spread her knees. She had changed into an ankle length, tie-dyed skirt. Combined with its high waist, it made it look like her legs were a mile long. You know, instead of the half-mile they actually were.
But Carla snapped her knees together. “No, no, no, no!” she breathed. “You are not going to lick me now!”
“Don’t you want me to?” I asked, my voice still as low as I could make it. Carla sure as shit looked like she was ready to go. I think Beth was actually holding her breath. Yeah, she was up for things too.
Carla tried to laugh. “You are not licking me in this room. I have screamed like a banshee during every single orgasm you have ever given me. I will get us all busted.”
I but my lower lip in frustration. Then I turned my hungry gaze on Beth. She almost started as my eyes came to rest on her. “Hey, um, no. Not me either. You know I’m a screamer, too–even under normal circumstances.” I grunted in frustration. “But, hey, Alistaire?” Beth added softly. “You can, um, that thing you are doing to Carla with your eyes? Keep dong that.”
Fuck! I was so close!
“Calm down, tiger,” Carla said softly, standing up. “I’m happy to still give Beth something to watch.”
Oh wow. Okay.
I stood up and sat on the edge of my bed. Carla knelt in turn and ran her hand up my bare thigh and up under the leg of my cargo shorts. Her hand encountered my bare cock, throbbing with want. I had been low on underwear and hadn’t bothered to waste a pair when I got out of the shower, since I wasn’t going anywhere that night.
Carla let out a little startled but teasing, “Oooh!”
“Hard already?” Beth asked, leaning forward a little.
“No underwear already,” Carla replied, caressing my cock inside my shorts.
“And you like it,” I told Carla firmly.
She flashed me a look and nodded wordlessly.
Then she slipped her hand from under my shorts and slowly worked to unbutton the waistband, sliding the button free from the hole with exquisite grace but glacial slowness. The head of my cock was already peeking out well above the waistband now, and Carla simply, at the same agonizingly slow pace, lowered my zipper, practically one tooth at a time.
My cock waved free, framed in my open fly. One of them sighed a little. I’m not sure which. Maybe it was both.
“Peel off my shorts,” I practically commanded Carla. She simply responded by tugging them downward. I lifted my ass just a tiny bit, making it possible for her to manage to get my shorts off, but making her work for it. She knew what I was doing and looked up at me with a flash of an ‘I see what you are up to’ smile.
Carla finally got my shorts to my ankles and I kicked them free, allowing her to slide up between my knees. She looked up at me and I down at her. Then I ran my fingers through those waves of brown hair, catching the highlights in the light of my desk lamp.
“Now,” I breathed, eyes boring into hers. And I pushed gently, but visibly for Beth’s benefit, down on the back of Carla’s head. She fought me just the tiniest bit, for form’s sake, but her lips eagerly wrapped around me.
After a few blissful moments, I growled at her. “Take off your shirt.”
Carla’s eyes flicked toward Beth.
“You two have been in showers at the same time, how many times?” I scoffed. Then I demanded, louder. “Take off the shirt and let me see those amazing little nipples.” I paused. “Let Beth see them too. Let her see what they get like for me.”
Carla was wearing a loose, flowing top, in one of the main colors found in her tie-dye skirt. Apparently is was loose enough that Carla had dared to avoid a pokie-suppressing bra. Her delicate, tiny breasts and oh so achingly demanding nipples swept into view. I reached a hand down to stroke one softly. Carla shivered.
I stroked her again, then the other one. I looked at Beth, who indeed seemed fixed for the moment on just that kind of nipple erections Carla sported when she got turned on. Then I put my hands back in her hair and guided Carla back to my cock.
“Damn, girl,” Beth almost panted. She shifted her position a couple of feet from us, on the same bed. “Is he always like this with you?”