Bitch, I Love You - Sex Stories

Bitch, I Love You

... wholly unpleasant, but a little too intense on the heels of my orgasm, we both found that I was, in Heather's words, a little more loosey goosey.

Heather read the widening of my eyes instantly. "Wait!" She wriggled like a fish, squirming her way out from under me, knocking Davin and my attempt at coupling apart as she did so. Collecting herself on her knees, she went to fix her hair, but gave up immediately, finding it full of new tangles. "Sorry, I was just like, right there," she said.

When nothing immediately happened, she shuffled forward, hoisting me up by the biceps so we were both kneeling. I felt my butt shift back against Davin's cock in the new position. I felt luridly presented. Like I was reaching for him more than asking for it. His cock pushed back in response, and I grabbed Heather's own arms for support as I felt myself being opened by it.

She rested her forehead against mine. It felt like we'd been looking into each other's eyes for ages. I was sure she could read from them exactly how much of Davin's cock head was in limbo between my insides and outsides. "I can't believe he's about to fuck your ass," she said, just as the critical point was reached and it became a reality.

"Oooh, bad bitch," Heather cheered me on. Davin's favorite expletive was appreciated too, but carried less weight. At least he rocked in me gently, regularly massaging more lube around my ring while the pulling sensation slowly transitioned to a less concerning ...

... glide.

Still, it was a lot. I needed a distraction. Something so that I could only half focus on the strange and vulnerable feelings—the nice half. Heather's eyes were distracting, but not the right kind of distraction. They made my heart beat faster and my mind rush. I needed the opposite, mindless, instinctual. "Can I lick you?" I asked.

Her eyes flicked away. I felt a sudden pulse of melancholy. Strangely, it seemed to relax me for Davin. "No," Heather said. But her eyes and smile returned quickly. "You could use your fingers though?"

That was good enough for me. I needed one hand to steady myself, but with my other I found my best friend's thigh. From there, I knew the way. She was satiny. A mixture of old and new fluids that spread over her like water on ice. I pulled it greedily from her core, but never fully entered her. Somehow, I sensed that particular intimacy deserved a different moment.

"Could you cum again?" Heather asked me a while later. We were both breathing heavy. Her, eagerly, from my fingers. Me, laboriously, from Davin's cock—which was growing steadily bolder.

I shook my head slightly. Her curls, a little privacy screen for our connected heads, jostled along with me. "Not while— But it would still feel nice."

We both giggled when I almost fell over from losing the support of one of Heather's hands. "You're so wobbly," she laughed.

"You try it."

"Not today, bitch. He's gonna cum in your hoe—" Heather's eye line fuzzed. In my repositioning, I'd ...