Page 41 of Double or Nothing

“On your back, Alice,” I say, and move out of their way. “Knees up and spread wide. Offer him your needy cunt like you mean it.”

She fucking means it, alright. Soul Girl drops herself on her back in a heartbeat, shuffling into position beneath him. I grab her under the arms to yank her towards me, her head resting on the arm of the sofa and her mouth at my disposal.

Bryce lowers himself on top of her with curses of need, crying out in relief when his pulsing dick gets its reward and sinks all the way in.

“God, that feels so good,” Alice says.

“It’ll feel even better when he gets going. Fuck her, Bryce. Fuck that sweet cunt like there’s no tomorrow!”

“Gladly,” he says, cupping his hands under her knees and holding her spread wide.

His hips pump, flesh slapping, both of them panting when I stand at the side of the sofa and set my own cock free.

“Open wide, Soul Girl,” I say, and push my fingers in her mouth as Bryce fucks her.

There is no resistance when I hook my fingers in her cheeks and spread her mouth like a slut. She’s still whimpering when I shove my dick in her wanton mouth, sucking on me like a fucking lollipop as the man of her dreams takes her cunt.

And then I lean forward and kiss the man who led me here. The gorgeous, pent-up Bryce, with all of his untapped potential.

I kiss the man whose lips are puffy from kissing Alice. Her spit still fresh with his. I face fuck the girl underneath us in unison with his thrusts, and tangle my fingers in his hair.

It tells me everything I need to know from both of them.

I’m still well and truly in the room here. They still want my fucking dick – the dirty pair of them.

Bryce is smiling against my mouth as I kiss him, and Alice is slurping on my cock as Bryce fucks her. He doesn’t quite have the position right, so I grab her knee and twist, so her hips are in the right spot for him to hit the jackpot, and then I let us go for it.

My timing is spot on. I plug Alice’s face deep and rough, savouring her throat.

Pure. Fucking. Bliss.

It’s just as I predicted. She’s a dainty one, trying her best to take me down her throat as I pummel the fuck out of her. I love the way her tits jig, her eyes water, her mouth a willing plaything for my pleasure. It doesn’t take all that long before Bryce starts cursing loud, thrusting faster and unloading in her pussy, and it sets her off. She shudders underneath us as she moans like a dirty bitch, reaching her own climax along with his. My movements pick up with a slam, slam, slam to the back of her throat that makes her retch, and I fill her up with my own burst of cum, nice and thick in her pretty girl mouth.

The energy calms in a flash, just like I knew it would, but I’m already prepped for that.

I’m smiling at Bryce as his breathing slows. I pull out of Alice’s mouth slowly, covering her lips with my palm to make sure she swallows my cum down, and watch as Bryce pulls his cock out of her, slick with his own.

It’s the calm before the storm, before their heads start whirring and spiralling. Before the what the hell have we dones? kick in and send the whole thing into the land of questions, and I don’t want that. It’s not my bag, and will do nothing more than shit on the whole party, so I reach for the champagne on the table and guide the mood, just like I guided them through the hot, horny action.

“Here’s to fun,” I say. “Fun and games and a real good time!” I laugh, give a whoop. “What an amazing start, guys! Bravo. That was a stormer.”

I shunt them up on the sofa like it was nothing. Hand them a glass of champagne each while they’re still catching their breaths. I force a cheers from them, elicit a smile from them, tap in to the heady joy of the aftermath and keep the mood rolling.

My smirk is at its playboy best when I look at the pair of them, one after the other. I lick my lips and lower my brows, loosening my shoulders like the easy boy player I am.

“And to think that’s just round one,” I say, and clink their glasses. “We’re only just getting started.”

When Alice giggles, I know she’s with me, well on the road for round two. But it’s when Bryce cracks a smile and gives me a nod, I know I’m onto a winner. A fuck fest. A whole fucking smasher of an evening.

The lurch in my gut reappears when my eyes lock on his. Another weird flip that I’m not used to, and I’m not sure I like it.

Another swig of champagne and whoop of cheers puts paid to that, though.

On to round two.

My dick’s already screaming for it.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN