Page 63 of Double or Nothing

Thank fuck.

His tongue meets mine and I join in with the rhythm, rocking to his touch, my flesh screaming more, more, more as he plays with my nipples.

“That’s more like it,” Jack says, and he appears behind me, bending down to pull the robe free from my shoulders.

A fresh wave of relief crashes through me now that Bryce is back in the zone. His mouth is hungry and his fingers are fierce, on a mission as they trail down to slide their way between my legs. There is no broom up his ass anymore when he pushes me back and eases my legs open. He breaks the kiss to take a look at my pussy, wet and waiting for him.

“Time to show the delightful Alice why you came back,” Jack says. “Because believe me, I know why you came back. I bet you’ve been thinking about her pretty cunt all day long. I’d have been having a go myself if things hadn’t got so serious.”

“I know you would have,” Bryce says. “I’m surprised you weren’t. I thought you two would be playing dirty all afternoon.”

Jack leans over the sofa. His hands take over my tits as Bryce glides his fingers across my pussy lips.

“Did the thought of us getting it on make you come, BT? Did you knock one out before you arrived?”

Bryce doesn’t answer him, just keeps sweeping his fingers back and forth against my slit.

“Come on, BT, be honest. Did the thought of me fucking Alice’s tight pussy make you come?”

Bryce’s eyes are fierce when they meet Jack’s.

“It made me come here, didn’t it?”

Jack’s laugh is smug. Quiet.

Teasing.

“Good call. You’d have been missing out if you didn’t,” he says, and I grind against Bryce’s fingers, inviting him into me. “Look at the horny minx. She’s absolutely desperate for it. How could you ever resist? I know I couldn’t.”

He spits on his fingers, and joins them up with Bryce’s at my pussy.

“Look at that slit. Such a treasure.” He splays my pussy lips, exposing my pulsing clit. “Take that pussy as a well earned reward for not being a fucking pussy. Knock yourself out. You deserve it.”

I raise myself on my elbows, high enough to watch Bryce push two fingers inside. Jack is right, I am absolutely desperate for it. I’m absolutely desperate for Bryce. To feel him again, to touch him again, to have him buried all the way to the balls while he slams into me.

“Please,” I say. “Please do it. I can’t take a big buildup, I just want it. I need it.”

“Hear that loud and clear. She needs you,” Jack says. “That’s what she’s saying, Bryce. She needs you.”

“Just as well, since I need her, too,” Bryce says, and has his chinos down in seconds. “I couldn’t stay away.”

His cock is already straining, veined and red as he lines up and pushes his way inside me. Oh my fucking God, it feels incredible. I’m still so sensitive from last night, it verges on pain.

Bryce pins me to the sofa, kissing me so deep it’s like our souls are crashing, and I’m right there with him. I buck and moan as he slams to the hilt. A pair of frenzied bodies, consumed by the sensation.

I don’t know where Jack is, all I feel is Bryce. His tongue, his cock, the thrust of his hips as he drives in deep. And this is how it should be. This is how it should have always been.

My feet hook around his legs and urge him faster, harder. My breaths quicken, mind scrambling through years of fantasy.

“Remember the angle, BT. Lift her a bit… that’s it. Now fuck her hard and fast.”

Jack’s words are like a background track. Encouragement with filthy laughter.

“Go for it, you horny bastards. Pound that needy cunt as hard as you can.”

Bryce lets rip like a savage unleashed, grunting as he thrusts like a piledriver. I fucking love it. I love seeing him like this. I adore the Bryce behind the veil of rationality.

I turn my head to the side as Bryce kisses my neck, moaning like a whore every time he ploughs his way in. And there’s Jack, kicked back and casual, sitting on the coffee table with his dick in his hand.