Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [81]
Still, he must have read the wild need in her eyes, because just then he pulled gently away from Jenelle, carefully lifting her head, then looked to Brenna, his eyes wrought with emotion. “I need to fuck you bad, babe—now.”
“Oh God, I know—me, too. I need your cock deep inside me.” She was clutching at his muscular thigh and felt like she was begging him, but she couldn’t stop.
Damon lay down behind her on the red velvet, wrapping one arm around to cup her breast, massaging it, and she turned her head back toward him, pulling him down into a kiss.
“Lift your leg,” Jenelle said, her hand closing over the leather strap at Brenna’s ankle.
Oh God—Jenelle! She’d nearly forgotten—that quickly—that the other girl was even there. She’d just needed Damon so much!
But now she complied, letting Jenelle raise her leg high—and watched between her thighs as Jenelle wrapped her fist around Damon’s thick erection, pulling it, positioning it, guiding him into her welcoming pussy.
All three of them groaned as Damon entered Brenna—and Jenelle’s expression made Brenna hungry to see for herself what he looked like going into her, penetrating her softest flesh with his hardest.
As Damon began to pound into her from behind, Jenelle lay down in front of her to kiss her breasts. Damon even held the mound Jenelle suckled, as if offering it to her—reminding Brenna that she was experiencing the ultimate form of sharing.
Soon, both girls fondled each other’s tits, and Brenna felt out of her head with pure reckless joy—and before she knew it, she and Jenelle were rubbing together below, too. One of Jenelle’s legs slid between hers, connecting with her clit as Brenna instinctively pressed her thigh forward between Jenelle’s.
It reminded her of high school, making out with a boy, feeling your legs interlock with his that way, grinding together, getting lost in that marvelous friction. Only this wasn’t high school, and Jenelle wasn’t a boy. No, Brenna’s “boy” was behind her, plunging his stiff shaft into her moisture—again, again, again—making her cry out and thrust back against him, which also meant thrusting the other way, too, against Jenelle’s smooth thigh, until…“Oh! Oh God! I’m coming!” she sobbed, the pleasure taking her from both sides, burying her, owning her.
“Oh, yeah—me, too.” Jenelle moaned, undulating harder against Brenna, thrusting their breasts together wildly—just as Damon let out an enormous groan that meant he was climaxing, as well, emptying himself deep inside her. And the three of them moved together like tumultuous waves on a red velvet sea—until they all went still, collapsing from utter exhaustion.
Six
Brenna’s whole body still tingled half an hour later as she and Damon walked hand in hand back out through the hotel’s casino and lobby toward the front doors. As was often the case since she’d started fucking Damon, the experience had left her almost giddy. Giddy because she felt so brazen. And feeling so brazen was so easy here—here in Sin City, and here with Damon.
She couldn’t believe what she’d just done with him, but she had no regrets. Damon and the hedonistic aura of this city were teaching her to live, really live, experience it, soak it all in.
As they exited through a brass revolving door to the taxi stand, a warm night breeze blew up under her dress and reminded her that, once again, she wasn’t wearing panties—they were tucked in Damon’s jacket pocket.
“Just so you know,” he said with a wicked grin beneath the lights of the large awning above, “Jenelle wasn’t part of your surprise. That part was pure serendipity.”
Heat rose to her cheeks as she sighed and peered up at him. She wasn’t remorseful, and not even exactly embarrassed, but she still felt a bit shy as she admitted, “I never thought I could…you know…want to be with a woman.”
He flashed a knowing, confident look. “Sex isn’t always logical. You just feel what