Quaranteam - Book Two (Ch. 12) - Sex Stories

Quaranteam - Book Two (Ch. 12)

... pliant, lovely smelling girlflesh. "We just want you to be okay, to remainyou."

"I'll get there. Just gonna take time."

They were almost deathly quiet when they were getting loaded up on the plane, nobody talking to anyone else, everything being done with utter precision and in total silence. Ash and Sarah basically hauled Andy straight back to the couch in the back of the plane and kept snuggling him, hoping to soak up some of the despair and replace it with their hope.

Once they were airborne, Ash pulled out her little Bluetooth speaker and set it down next to the couch, turning it on as she set her phone to shuffle on The Afghan Whigs catalog, that slinky little intro of "John The Baptist" kicking in as she and Sarah moved onto the couch on either side of him, wicked little smiles on each of their faces. "You didn't think you were getting out of starting the Red Run just because of some stupid gunshot, did you?" Ash said, purring at him. "You know how this song goes... 'Take me, taste me, erase me, I'm yours, let's get it on'..."

Normally Andy had gotten a bit adept at being able to resist the girls when they were trying to turn up the charm, but the look in Ash and Sarah's eyes wasintense, like they were going to eat him alive, or, more accurately, they were going to remind him what it was like tofeel alive.

The two of them were naked so fast, he'd barely had time to process it happening, as Sarah slid up alongside of him, her hand smoothing along his ...

... chest, tugging up on his t-shirt. He vehemently loved the fact that both Ash and Sarah kept small patches of red pubic hair, taking pride in their ginger nature. The music was turned up loud enough that he couldn't hear the conversations on the other part of the plane, and that added a bit of intimacy for the moment, as Sarah's tongue lashed along the shell of his ear, while Ash turned and started to sway her ass before him, bringing it down to rub against his crotch like he was getting his own private lapdance, her hands reaching up along the back of her neck to pull up those red curls of hers, looking back over her shoulder at him with such intense lust, Andy had to wonder if maybe she'd gone a bit longer between doses than she should've.

"I got the devil in me," Ash growled at him with such wanton seduction that no matter what foul or foreboding mood Andy had been in before, it was quickly abandoned and replaced with heady lust, his cock throbbing beneath his jeans.

"Not yet you don't," Sarah teased, "but you will fucking soon. Go on, Ash. Show me why you're the boss bitch around here."

Andy shivered a little bit when Ash let her hair fall down along her back before spinning around, reaching forward to grab Andy's jeans, yanking them down only as far as mid-thigh, letting her fish out his cock, before slowly climbing onto the bench seat, moving to straddle him, reaching down to get his shaft perfectly lined up and then sinking right down on it at the exact moment she ...