Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Fuck: You Owe Me: 22 She hesitated and her smile turned coy. "I've never had sex with someone who was just a friend." She tilted her head. "Have you?" Whatever the pressure in his pants, Chris just felt it double. "No. Never. Always with a girlfriend." God, he hoped the bulge wasn't visible.

"What about anything else?" "What do you mean?" Her eyes glimmered in the lamp light. "You know." She turned to face him now, sitting cross-legged. She played with the bottoms of his pant legs. "Anything else." She looked up from under her hair. Chris saw green eyes behind red strands.

She glanced down, and when she looked back up, he was sure his bulge was visible.

She leaned forward in slow motion, her eyes falling to his mouth, hers hanging open slightly. When he felt her lips against his, he closed his eyes and inhaled. It was all Angel.

When he opened them, he half-expected to see Shannon. But it was Becky. And Chris thought about Laura. "Wait," he pushed her away gently. "I don't think I can do this." She let out a breath and looked at him for a second, then down at his pants again. "You definitely can." She smiled at him warmly. "But you don't want to." She ran her fingers through his hair and down over his cheek affectionately.

"Sex is complicated with me," he said.

"But this isn't sex." Her voice was soft and her eyes bore into his. Despite the butterflies in his stomach, he felt safe in her gaze. "This is anything else," she said. "And it's between you andnow." While Laura may have been aggressive in bed, Chris knew they wouldn't be together if he hadn't seen her masturbating. But Becky was new. She had a confidence and matter-of-factness. She knew what they were doing and that what they were doing was good. And in her eyes, Chris knew it, too.

"But Laura could-" "Shh," she said, her finger hushing him, her smile mischevious. "We won't do anything that can't be stopped in two seconds". Her finger at his fios trailed down his chest to the top of his pants.

Chris burst out laughing, surprising her. "No fucking way." Blow jobs from two different girls in the sday. How could he not laugh? Becky started laughing, too. "What?" "Nothing," as he quieted himself. "You're amazing." She smiled. "Thank you." She kissed him again and he heard his fly being zipped down. "God, you are bursting, aren't you?" "I've had an exciting day." She laughed again. "I can tell." He felt her fingers reach in and grasp his cock. "Wow." "What?" "You're big." He started laughing again. Her eyes were wide and her smile growing. "You are! No one's ever told you that before?" Chris stroked her shoulders. "I don't think so. Not like that anyway. Thank you for being the first." "Your welcome," she said and kissed his lips. She looked back and forth between his eyes, studying him. "You know, Laura and I used to fantasize about what you'd be like. We'd have sleepovers and talk about all the crazy things we'd do to you." Chris couldn't conceal his surprise at this. "Seriously?" "Too bad you're her stepbrother." "Not that it would be illegal anyway," he said.

She sighed. "You would be easy to fall for." She said it as if she were confirming suspicions. "But since we can't let that happen, I guess it'll have to be about sex." He tilted his head at her. "Or anything else, I mean." She smiled sheepishly then popped the button and his pants fell open, exposing him to the air. She got a better grip and began stroking him.

"It's probably best this stays between us," he said quietly.

Instead of answering, she kissed the head of his cock several times, small, warm kisses around the ridge. Chris watched her, stroking her deep red hair back from her face. She flicked her tongue out, probing the slit at the tip of his cock and his eyes closed for a moment, savoring the moment as she licked all around the head. Laura could conceivably chany minute. Chris didn't plan on wasting a second of his good luck.

When he felt her lips close around his crown, he let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. She lathered his cock with attention and saliva. The sight of her lips wrapped around him, her eyes closed, was almost better than the blow job. It was the hottest porn he'd ever seen. And it was happening to him.

She pulled him out of her mouth and breathed hot breaths over the length of his cock, then pointed his cock straight up. Now that she'd mentioned it, he kinda did have a nicely sized cock. He'd never measured it (honestly), but just gauging it visually, he'd have to guess he was over the national average of 6. 3".

Becky kissed the tip several times before slowly moving her mouth down over him again. He watched her take half of him in then stop. He could feel her tongue swirling his shaft, and he found his hips moving on their own, slowly and gently with her mouth. tongue moved to his underside and she lathered over his vein as her head started bobbing slowly on him.

Chris's vein was his weakness. He wasn't sure if it was the sfor every guy, but a tongue or perfectly placed grasp on the underside of his shaft was something he was powerless against. Girls had asked him in the past if he had anything he really liked that they could do, but he always kept it to himself. He worried if it got overplayed, he might get used to it. This wasn't a feeling Chris ever wanted to get used to. He wanted it to be new and mesmerizing each tit happened. And when a girl happens to find it on her own and capitalize, there's nothing hotter.

Becky had definitely found it.

She relaxed her jaw as he thrust into her. Her hand was at the base of his cock, pumping him in twith his humping which was growing faster. Her tongue was perfectly placed against the underside of his tip, and each the slid inside, the velvety wetness against him was like magic.

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His hand went to the back of her head, pushing her down, forcing more of his cock. She relaxed her throat and accepted him, her tongue pressing up under his vein. He felt himself snug against the roof of her mouth. Warm and completely enveloped. The second he tensed for his orgasm, Becky pulled back to just his tip. He gave one last moan of delight before cumming hard. Her tongue licked lightly just under his crown, coaxing every last drop out of him as he shuddered uncontrollably. Becky had capitalized.

She coff him with a bright smile and pointed to the bathroom. She was going to spit. Chris barely nodded as he took deep breaths. And when she left the room, he sat there on the couch, his pants open and softening cock hanging out, and he took a deep, satisfied breath.

Almost like a reflex, he started comparing Becky with every other girl he'd gotten head from. Tera had had steeth issues; Steph had been very dependable; Jhad been the best he'd had until Laura; and Laura, well, she was Laura. He loved everything about her blow jobs, the care that she took, the slow and sometimes agonizing build up, the expectation, and then finally the euphoric release.

But Becky had made him cum fast and hard. Faster and harder than maybe he'd ever cum before. He'd have to give the subject smore thought.

Suddenly, he heard the garage door open. His hands shot to his zipper. He had himself tucked away and his pants closed in a second. He put his arm up on the back of the couch, swung his leg up on his knee, and paid attention to Six Feet Under.

He could tell from the footsteps that it was Laura.

"New episode?" "Uh, no. Rerun, I think." He turned down the volume. "Where'd you go?" He tried to say it as casually as possible.

"I had to get something from the store." She set her purse down on the couch beside him and hugged him from behind. "So what's going on tonight?" Chris wasn't expecting her affection. "I didn't think you were gonna be here." "Well, I am. So what's the plan." She nuzzled his cheek. But he just stroked her arm. "Simon's coming over and we were gonna go for a drive." "Cool," she said. "Can I come?" "Okay, I don't get it," he said, shifting on the couch so he could look at her. "I get the cold shoulder for dinner and now everything's okay?" Just a heads up: is the only place to read the complete version of this book for free. Don't miss out on the next chapter-visit us now and continue your journey! "What are you talking about? Why would I give you the cold shoulder?" "I don't know," he said. "I thought..." He decided better and shook his head. "I don't know, just felt like it." "Nope, everything's fine," she said happily.

Chris didn't believe her. He felt dirty again. He smiled anyway. "Good." He got up from the couch, motioning down the hall. "Becky clooking for you. She's in the bathroom." "Where are you going?" "Gotta get ready. Simon'll be here soon. Now that you're coming, I should look my best." She reached across the couch and pulled him closer, kissing him lightly. "You always look your best." They both heard the bathroom door open and quickly separated; Chris was through the doorway by the tBecky appeared in the hall. She smiled when she saw Laura. "Hey, Laura. When'd you get back?" Chris heard her from the top of the steps.

"Just now. How long have you been here?" "I don't know. Twenty minutes maybe." "Did we have plans." "No," Becky said. "Just thought I'd see what you were up to. Wound up watching TV with Chris." Chris stopped halfway into his room.

No? Chris thought Becky had said she and Laura were seeing a movie. Maybe he'd heard her wrong.

"I hope he behaved himself," he heard Laura say.

"Perfect gentleman." Chris went into his room and closed the door.

Okay, so. The animal kingdom harbors very few species that are inherently monogamous. As far as biology is concerned, polygamy is perfectly natural. And in concert with the human sex drive, it is in theory - inevitable, the obvious answer to a very simple equation. As far as its practice, however, Dr. Kinsey has offered better explanations.

But as much as Chris reasoned with himself, there was still a tug in his chest when he thought about Laura.

He could smell her when she'd не nuzzled him, and the feel of her skin against his was an experience every fucking time.

And then there was the scent of Angel lingering in the air, and though it had just accompanied one of the best blow jobs of his life, it still struck spart deep inside Chris's head. He saw Shannon, radiant and perfect as only memories can be. Jesus titty-fucking Christ. How had life gotten so confusing in just under three hours? mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1