Little Miss Calculation - Sex Stories

Little Miss Calculation

... Felt his ass muscles work with each heavy thrust. Every breath was a fight to draw. Every drive of his cock had her reeling. She tipped her head back, feeling the hot water strike her exposed neck. She shrieked something that could have been another “Oh God!” as her climax powered through her body. Elaine grabbed Hayden’s face, pulling it up to hers and smothering his lips in a wet, sloppy kiss. She felt his cock jerk. She rolled her hips against him, feeling his trimmed pubes sc**** against her clean-shaven mound. His heat exploded, deep inside, as his orgasm tore a gurgling cry from her throat. Her whole body trembled, weightless, in the come-down. Hayden placed her carefully onto the tiled shower floor, his arms trembling from the exertion of holding her, despite her slight build. She ran her fingers through her wet hair and looked around. Most of the lights were off in the women’s shower room at City Fitness. It was their idea of “mood lighting.” “One day, we’re going to have to do that somewhere more traditional,” Elaine laughed. Their kiss felt tropical, mouths still wet from the shower spray, loose and lazy. “The decline bench press not traditional enough for you?” Elaine rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help stirring at the memory: d****d backwards on the sloped bench, a knee looped in one leg restraint as Hayden fucked her from above — she came with a head rush, curling up against his lean nudity and nearly passing out. Hayden conceded. “OK, I suppose that was a bit ...

... much, even by our standards.” Their standards. She thought of her conversation with Rebecca earlier and hesitated. Hayden saw it. “What?” “You know that thing we talked about?” “The–“ “Threesome.” Did her heart make that audible thunk? “Still interested in that?” She’d been busy looking everywhere but at Hayden, but she risked a glance then. Elaine wasn’t sure what it was about him, but she challenged herself when they were together. She hadn’t even really admitted her threesome fantasy to herself, but when he asked about things she’d like to try, the confession had come easily. “Yeah.” More than interested. How to tell him that she’d pimped him out? “So what do you think of Rebecca?” “Juice bar Rebecca? Colombian with the giant, um… eyes?” Don’t be jealous. Don’t be jealous. “She’s technically American.” Hayden pulled back and eyed her. “What’s this about, El?” Even before he’d finished the sentence, his mind went down the obvious path. She felt his reaction in the sudden stirring against her thigh as much as she saw it in his smile. “Oh, no–“ “Is she who you were thinking of? I thought you wanted two guys, but this works–“ “No, no. I do want two guys. She just came up with a solution–” Fuck, she’d somehow crossed the point of no return without realizing it. “She offered up her boyfriend if I was interested. But there’s a catch. You’d need to return the favor.” “Well, that’s unexpected.” He mulled it over, the curl of his lips suggesting that it was acceptable, too. Of course ...