Cara moved in next to me, and she dipped her face down and began to suck and lick at his dangling balls. I pulled back to see what she was doing, but Jason swiftly guided my head back on to his cock.
"Don’t stop," he groaned.
I looked up at him and sealed my lips around his cock once more. His jaw was set tight and he had a hand on each of us, holding us in place like he couldn’t bear the thought of not going through with it.
"Fuck, that feels so good," he murmured and looked down to watch us work.
I slid my mouth up and down his length, building up a pace, getting used to the feeling of it. Every time I took him a little bit deeper, he would let out a deep growl of pleasure, and I knew I was making it work. I was doing it right.
"Yes, yes," he moaned.
I looked down to see Cara, her lips stretched wide, taking his whole ball sack into her mouth. Her sweet, angelic face matched with the sight of something so naughty and devious sent a jolt of arousal through my system. I was already getting wet. I joined her, dipping down to help, and she shared with me, letting me take one ball into my mouth so we could both suckle and lick at them together.
He stroked his cock as we worked him at the same time, and I could tell he was getting close. His body was beginning to tense up, and his growls of pleasure were starting to sound more and more insistent.
"Both of you, on my cock," he ordered, and we did as we were told.
Cara took one side and I took the other, the both of us sliding our mouths up and down the length of him. I used my tongue to get him good and wet, marveling at how much I already seemed to know how to do. Like it had all been in-built to my system, just waiting for me to come out and unlock it.
Cara sealed her lips over the end of his cock and took him in deep, all the way down--he must have been buried in her throat for her to have hidden him that completely. I leaned down and paid some attention to his balls, sticking out my tongue and lapping all over them experimentally. I felt Jason’s hand dig into my shoulder as he clutched us both in place, then he let out a cry that filled the small space around us.
"Fuck!” he called out.
I looked up to see Cara, her lips parted, letting him cover her mouth and her lips with thick strings of his seed. I pulled back in surprise. I had never seen a man come before, and this was different than I had expected it would be, mainly because Cara was reacting to it like it was the sweetest gift she had ever been given in her life. She moaned as he stroked his cock, letting the thick white liquid coat her face. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She looked so good like that, like she had been marked as his property. I wasn’t even jealous any longer. No, I was just impressed.
She turned to me, grabbed me, and kissed me deeply. It caught me off-guard, but I didn’t want it to stop. His seed tasted a little metallic and salty, but I was focused on the way she tasted through all of it. Sweet and feminine and delicate and already the most tempting thing that I had ever come across in all my life.
She pulled back, letting her tongue dance against mine for another moment, a string of his seed stretching out between our lips.
"Fuck," he groaned, sinking back against the wall. "You girls … you were fucking incredible."
"Yeah, we were, weren’t we?" Cara agreed, and she handed me a wipe to get rid of the mess on my face.
I took care of her first, finding comfort in the tenderness of getting close to her. She smiled as I wiped her clean, scrubbing off some of her make-up in the process. I loved it when she smiled. Her green eyes seemed brighter in there, and I was already obsessed with them.
"We really were," I echoed her, and her smile widened. I got the feeling I was far from done with Cara.
Chapter 7
Softness of lips
When I came to the next morning, I couldn’t for the life of me figure out where I was. The room was filled with bright light from an enormous window opposite the bed, one that certainly didn’t belong in the room I had been staying in with Thom and Donna. I frowned and sat up. Where was I?
I glanced over, and I remembered. Cara was fast asleep beside me, legs kicked out wide to cover most of the space on the bed. Her hair was messy and her lips were slightly parted, her chest rising and falling slowly. I peeled up the covers and glanced underneath them and, yep, she was naked, as the day she was born. Okay ...
I slid back down beneath the sheets. I didn’t know where I was, so I figured the best course of action was to just wait for her to wake up and then I could take it from there. I didn’t know what time it was, only that we had made it back late when Cara insisted I come back to her place so we could get some rest after what had happened the night before.
I couldn’t believe I had actually gone through with it. And yeah, okay, Jason hadn’t taken me as I had hoped he would when I arrived, but what I had gotten was so much better. Cara had shown me how it all worked, and now I felt like I knew what I was doing. With every day that passed, I came a little more into myself, into the version of myself that I had tried to cut off at all costs when I had been growing up. I liked this version of her. She was bold and brave and down for anything, curious and fun, too.
I couldn’t remember exactly how I’d gotten back to this place the night before, but I did remember Jason offering to take me back to his house and turning him down. I was curious about Cara. There was something intriguing about her. I had never found a woman attractive before or let myself, I wasn’t quite sure which. Being around her made my hair stand on end in a way it never had before. Maybe it was just her sheer confidence, the way she carried herself with the sureness of someone who knew their own sexuality, inside and out.
I heard her snuffle beside me and glanced over to find her eyes flickering open.
"Morning," she murmured, still a little groggy from sleep.
"Morning," I greeted her, and she shifted toward me.
"So nice to wake up next to someone." She slipped her hand out over my stomach. I was still wearing a bra and panties--I suppose, some last-ditch attempt to pretend I wasn’t thinking about anything more than the platonic with her. As though anyone bought that. Even me.
Her touch sent a rush of electricity through my whole system. I could feel her fingers burning against my flesh where she had touched me. Did she know the effect she was having on me? She reached out to touch my face, guiding my gaze around to her.
"You mind if I kiss you?" she asked.
I shook my head. Without waiting another moment, she moved toward me and planted her lips against mine.
Now that Jason wasn’t there, I couldn’t pretend I was just doing this as part of a show to get a man off. No, I knew this was real, as real as they came. She tucked her hand behind my head and kissed me deeply, exploring me with her tongue. I felt a warmth begin to work its way up between my legs. Last night, I had gone unsatisfied, but I got the feeling she had every intention of changing that now that she had me in bed with her.
She rolled on top of me with a giggle and nuzzled her face in my neck. I touched her shoulders gingerly, running my fingers down her back, feeling the curve of her waist. She felt … good. The same as me, but different. I liked the shape of her, the way we matched and yet differed at the same time. Her softness, compared to the rough edges of the men I had been with before her. I ran my fingers through her hair, feeling the gentleness of the strands tickling my own skin. She let out a soft moan, almost a sigh of enjoyment, and I smiled to myself knowing I was doing the right thing. All this time, I had thought sex was something I would have to spend years wrapping my head around, but it was as though my body knew just what to do and how to move and where those sensitive spots were.