Double Penetration and More - Sex Stories

Double Penetration and More

... jumped out of their skin, startled by Michael's sudden reappearance. He leaned against the kitchen door frame, arms crossed and head tilted. The smile on his face was catlike, equal parts charm and ego.

If she could magically disappear, she would. While she managed an embarrassed squeak, James found his words.

"How much did you hear?"

His pink tongue darted out, swiping over his lips.

"Enough."

She looked to the floor, silently panicking as Michael's shoes came into her view. He pulled out the chair next to hers.

"I've had my fair share of experiences, if that's what you're wondering."

He sat, and she was torn about what to do. Does she go for it, how does James feel? Was Mike even interested, or was he just reveling in the spotlight?

Thankfully, James spoke. "I thought so, since you're older y'know? More time for picking up babes."

"Babes, men, it doesn't really matter. Whoever peaks my interest."

He huffed a laugh. "And I'm not that much older than you. I could show you a thing or two."

Before she could digest the offer, he reached out and lifted her chin with one pointer finger. Michael wasn't going to let her hide from the conversation.

"Do you want that?"

One shared glance of excited disbelief with her boyfriend was all it took. She looked back at Michael, swallowed by an intoxicating magnetism that's distinctly him.

"We do."

He hummed.

"Good. Let's start with the basics. Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

Long fingers ...

... tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. Slowly, sweetly, Michael leaned forward to capture her lips. It wasn't needy or desperate, just a steady burn. He cupped one cheek, one kiss turning to two and then three.

"Damn," James whispered.

Despite the multitude of kisses she'd had in her life, none were quite like this. Sweet, tender, with a titillating promise of filth hidden in the way he lingered. No tongue, he didn't need it to reduce her to putty. When he pulled away he took her ability to speak, supporting her with the warmth of his smile.

This man definitely knows how to fuck.

"Is there anything you explicitly don't want, anything that makes you uncomfortable?" He addressed both.

"No bathroom stuff in the bedroom." James crossed his arms.

"And only do something up to three times or more than five."

Michael laughed after a short pause, borderline dorky enough that it startled her.

"Reasonable, alright. And you?"

"I'm not really sure. I just wanna feel good, y'know?"

"Oh, that's a given."

His hand left her face to trail down her neck.

"Let's go up to the bedroom."

Never in her wildest dreams had she expected this, and following him upstairs with her boyfriend in tow invoked weightlessness. Breathless, walking on air with her heartbeat thundering between her thighs.

The details of his bedroom flew under her radar, too fixated on the heated bodies closing in on her. James' hands squeezed her waist from behind, plush lips trailing along her ...