Wren laughed when my dick twitched in her hand. “Someone likes watching. What about you, babe?” she asked Trip. “Was it worth the wait?”
“Totally.”
Christy moved forward, and Trip rested on his heels. After a moment he unfolded his legs and sat on his butt instead. She settled on her stomach.
“Much better.”
Trip leaned back and braced himself on his hands. Christy swallowed his hard-on again, and he shot me a goofy look.
“No kidding,” I agreed.
Wren and I returned our attention to each other. I touched her thigh, and she parted her legs for me. I ran my fingers through the little triangle of pubic hair and teased her for a moment. The hood of her clit protruded at the top of her shaved labia. I touched it and made her squirm. Then I slid my fingers into her lubricated channel.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” she said languidly.
I thrust a finger inside and felt the heat and moisture of her arousal. She arched her back and moaned deep in her throat.
“You want me to fuck you?” I teased.
“You know I do. But I’m trying not to be demanding, remember?” Her eyes crinkled with a smile. “You should reward good behavior.”
“Oh, I should, should I?”
“Mmm.”
I chuckled and moved between her legs, and she guided my hard-on to her opening. I slid into her without a lot of teasing, and she met my eyes as I steadied myself above her.
“Be careful with your hand,” Trip said.
I rolled my eyes. “Thank you, Dr. Whitman.”
“Hey, I’m just sayin’, don’t do too much, too s— Oh, sweet Jesus!”
Christy hummed to herself as she pulled back and adjusted her angle on his cock. She deep throated him again. His dick wasn’t as thick as mine, so she had an easier time getting him into her throat. She bobbed slowly, and he groaned at the sensations.
“You were saying?” I prompted.
“Me? Nothing. God, that’s good.”
Wren touched my hip as a polite reminder of what I should’ve been doing. I began fucking her with slow thrusts. She gazed up at me for several moments before she drew me down for a kiss. We lingered over it, and she smiled when I pulled back.
I started fucking her seriously, and she closed her eyes. Her nostrils flared as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Part of me wanted to split my attention between her and Christy, but I knew better. Besides, I’d have plenty of opportunities to watch Christy give a blowjob. None of them would be the first, but a blowjob was a blowjob. Still, I couldn’t resist.
She was in her own little world. She lay on her stomach with her arms underneath her for support. She bobbed on Trip’s cock, while he relaxed and simply enjoyed the show. Then he groaned as she sucked him deep again.
I glanced back at Wren and realized she’d been watching me.
“She’s fine,” she said quietly. “Trip too. He’s totally cool about it.”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now… if you don’t mind?”
I grinned.
“Hey, I’m trying to be less demanding.”
“How’s that working for you?”
She glanced between us. I’d stopped thrusting when we’d started talking. “Not so good,” she said wryly.
“Maybe we’d better go back to the old way?”
“More talking, less fucking?” she teased.
I rolled my eyes, and she laughed brightly.
“Oh,” she said, “you mean my old way?”
“Y’all okay over there?” Trip asked.
“We’re fine,” she told him with a lingering grin. “Paul just realized I was right after all.”
“You tell him, babe. Oh, Jesus,” he gasped as Christy tried to swallow him whole. “Never mind. Y’all’re on your own.”
Wren glanced at me. “Where were we?”
“I was about to say—”
“Uh-uh. Don’t. My wish is for you to fuck me.”
I grinned and said in a monotone Cylon voice, “By your command.”
She sighed. “I am so glad you and I were never serious.”
“Serious about what?” I teased.
“Dating.”
“Well, it’s a moot point now.” I shot a glance at her left hand. She raised it and admired the ring. I gave her a moment before I rocked my hips and settled into a more comfortable position.
“At least you’re serious about fucking me,” she said.
“Oh, absolutely.”
Chapter 33
Christy sank to the air mattress and dried her hair with a towel. I propped my head on my hand and studied her from behind. She didn’t have an ounce of extra fat, and she tanned as easily as Erin or my mom.
It wasn’t fair. I had to eat right and exercise if I wanted to keep my weight down, and I turned pink at the thought of the sun. I had a decent tan, but it had taken weeks, and I still had to use sunscreen if I spent more than a couple of hours in the sun.
Christy finished with the towel and hummed quietly to herself as she ran a brush through her damp hair. Then she began plaiting it into a loose French braid. I watched the play of well-toned muscles in her shoulders and arms.
“It isn’t fair,” I repeated aloud.
She glanced over her shoulder. “What isn’t?”
“You.”
“What about me?”
“That you’re so thin and small and lovely.”
“Skinny and scrawny, you mean? And kind of ordinary.”
I chuckled. “No.”
“I am, especially compared to Wren.”
“You’re prettier than she is. And I like your body better.”
“Thank you. But please don’t compare me to Brooke or Leah.”
“Who?”
“Brooke and Le— Oh. Funny, ha ha.”
“What can I say? I’m not in bed with Brooke and Leah. I’d rather be in bed with you.”
Christy gave an experimental bounce on the air mattress. It creaked softly, even under her slight weight.
“Next week,” I said to her unspoken question. “Trip said it was supposed to be here yesterday, but it’s still at the factory. Evidently, the Fourth of July is a whole week in North Carolina.”
“I don’t mind,” Christy said. “The bed, I mean. Besides, it’s kinda fun. It feels like we’re camping.”
“Yeah, but I can’t tie you to the air mattress and have my way with you.”
“You can’t tie me to anything right now.” She finished plaiting and tied the braid with a blue silk ribbon, similar to the red one we used for the handcuff keys. “I know this sounds horrible,” she continued, “but I’m looking forward to being alone for a couple of days. Don’t get me wrong,” she added quickly, “I love Wren, and Trip’s been much better, but we can’t do… um… certain things when they’re around. You know what I mean.”
“Bo and Luke things,” I said.
“Hmm. I suppose you and Trip could do Bo and Luke things. Hold on, shouldn’t it be the other way around? Bo’s the blond one, isn’t he?”
“I think so. Why?”
“Well, Trip isn’t really blond, but his hair’s lighter than yours. Besides, isn’t Bo the one who always gets them in trouble? And Luke’s the one who gets them out of it?”
“Trouble has a way of finding them,” I chuckled. “But yeah, Bo’s the cute one and Luke’s the smart one.”
“Well, I think you’re the smart and cute one. So you’re definitely Luke. Trip can be Bo. Then you and Trip can do Luke and Bo things.” She frowned in consternation. “No, that isn’t right either. Trip and you can do Bo and Luke things. Ugh! That sounds weird too.”
“What’s it look like?” I teased gently.
“Paul, dear, I know you think you’re being funny, but please stop. Things are supposed to sound a certain way. They have a rhythm. The wiring in my brain has nothing to do with it. Dissonance is just… wrong.”