Lacey twisted, and dropped to the sofa beside him. Wrapped her hand around the back of her neck, and drew his head down towards her breast.
Braden went with it willingly, eager, and replaced his fingers with his mouth. Locked his lips around one fat nipple, and sucked deeply, rhythmically.
Lacey made a low, breathy sound of pleasure that was like music to his ears. He suckled harder, and his hand captured her other breast, and rolled and pinched her fat nip.
She was glorious, fucking glorious, and Braden could have licked and nibbled and sucked on her breasts forever.
But Lacey’s hands were on his head, tangled in his brown hair, pushing him lower. And as much as Braden wanted to keep sucking on her tits, he wanted to taste the other part of her more.
His mouth kissed its way lower, down the smooth soft perfection of her stomach. Lacey was not fat, not at all, but everything about her was lush and curvy, including her belly.
Lower, and lower still. To the soft silken upper reached of her mound, now. The scent of her warm pussy enveloped him, a deep seductive smell that wormed it way into the darkest, most primal part of his brain.
Braden slid his hands across her silken thighs, feeling the trickle of wetness there. He eased them farther apart, and stared at her pussy.
It was perfect. Like the most beautiful flower in the world, blooming right in front of him.
Her labia were more swollen now, and even more juicy, and gaping ever so slightly, revealing a sharper pink within.
Braden had to taste her. He had to. He knew this was Darnell’s woman, but he just had to.
Soft, gentle as a lamb, he dropped a kiss on her moist slit. Then eased his tongue out, as Lacey’s fingers tightened in his hair. His tongue eased her silken labia apart, and slid into her slit. He licked her, pressing the flat of his tongue hard against her moist flesh, and licked, and licked, slurping up as much of her sweet cream as he could.
She just tasted so damn good! He licked and slurped some more, drawing out even more of her juices. Her hands were tight in his hair, and she was making low, moaning sounds, just sounds, no real words.
Braden slid his mouth upwards, where her engorged clit was protruding ever so slightly from its hood. Careful not to be too rough, he swabbed it with his tongue. Lacey’s body bucked beneath him.
“Fuck Braden, right there, oh sweet Jesus yes,” she cried, as her hands were tight in his hair, her thighs drawing tight against his ears.
Which is maybe why he never heard the door open. Never heard the footsteps moving closer to them.
It was when Lacey’s body stiffened, ever so slightly, that he realized something was different.
“Darnell,” Lacey said. Her voice was soft, and still breathy, and seemed to carry not the slightest trace of embarrassment.
Braden sensed the presence beside him. His turned his head, in his very limited field of view, and saw Darnell’s size fourteen basketball shoes right there. Darnell was still attached to them.
Aw, fuck!
Braden froze. He was naked from the waist down. His cock was hard again, hard and throbbing. Lacey was completely bare ass naked. And his mouth was glued to Lacey’s massively leaking pussy, her juices smeared across his face.
Braden realized all of that, in about a tenth of a second.
It took him a little longer to process the rest of it. That he was on his knees, his ass bare and sticking up in the air. Damn near pointed right at Darnell.
And for one, heart-stopping second, all he wanted to do was arch his back. Stick his ass even farther up in the air, straight at Darnell. Maybe even reach behind him, and pull his cheeks apart, and reveal his puckered brown hole to Darnell’s eyes.
Darnell’s cock?
Braden didn’t do that. He found he couldn’t move. It was all he could do to lift his mouth from Lacey’s dripping pussy.
And all that made Lacey do was make a small keening sound of disappointment.
“What’s going on?” Darnell said. His voice seemed mild enough, but the blood was pounding in Braden’s ears, and he didn’t trust his own judgement.
“I was just about to come,” Lacey said. She actually sounded a little pouty about it. She tried to hook one leg around Braden and draw him close again.
Braden pushed himself back. Christ, it was one thing to eat out Darnell’s girlfriend when he wasn’t around. He wasn’t going to do it right in front of him. Darnell would kill him.
Except… Darnell still didn’t seem angry.
And he was undoing his belt.
Braden backed up some more, and scrambled to his feet. Fear had made his cock soften, but he was still sporting a semi.
Darnell looked at him. Then looked at his cock. He still didn’t seem angry, though there was something in his expression. Probably not anything Braden wanted to see, so he looked away.
And Darnell finished opening his jeans, and shucked them. A second later his briefs followed, and his cock was right there.
And his cock was hard. Rock hard, throbbing, big and black and—
Braden sucked in a breath, and tried to stop staring. And found he couldn’t. Fully rampant, Darnell’s cock was even more magnificent.
It was Lacey who broke the spell. “For fuck sakes, isn’t somebody gonna get me off?” She still sounded pouty, and she looked at Braden, then at Darnell, back to Braden.
And damn it, Braden wanted to. Wanted to get his face right back in there, and get his mouth back on Lacey’s sweet little pussy.
Except Darnell was still there. And Darnell was fully naked now. Broad shoulders, thick chest and arms, narrow waist, slim hips and long powerful legs.
And the biggest damn cock Braden had ever seen.
Braden couldn’t do it. He bent down, and scooped up his jeans, and took another step backward.
“Braden, damn it. I need to come!” Lacey said.
Braden took another step backward. Like a choreographed move, Darnell took a step forward, toward Lacey, his massive hard on leading the way.
Lacey seemed to give up on Braden, and turn her full attention to Darnell.
“Come on, lover. I need that big black cock. Make me cum.”
As Darnell took another step forward, Braden couldn’t take it any more. He spun on his heel, and half hopped down the hall, pulling on his jeans as he went.
The door nearly hit him in the ass on the way out. The last thing he heard, before the lock snicked shut behind him, was a softly pitched, half-gasp, half-scream, as Darnell rammed his big cock into Lacey’s warm welcoming pussy.
Braden stayed out of the apartment for hours. Nursed two coffees at the diner, between walking for miles, and tried to figure out what he was feeling.
A big part of, he thought ruefully, was frustration. Blue balls kind of frustrated. Lacey had given him the best orgasm of his life, but he still wanted more. He wanted to taste her pussy again. To make her squirt her sweet juice into his mouth.
Damn it, he wanted to fuck her. Ached to fuck her.
That part, it seemed to Braden, was easy enough to understand.
The other stuff… that was harder.
Like the memory of Darnell’s ripped body, naked, his dark skin glistening.
And his massive black cock.
Thinking of Lacey got him hard. That he expected.
But thinking of Darnell was getting him hard, too. And he didn’t just want to lick Lacey, or fuck her.
He wanted Darnell. Wondered what it would feel like, to take that big cock in his hands. In his mouth. Suck on Darnell, the man who had always looked out for him, always taken care of him.