Key West Lacey Alexander (sad books to read .txt) 📖

but a memory from yesterday struck—how strangely pleasurable it had been to have him shoot onto her cunt and breasts and rub it into her. It had seemed like a whole new way to take a guy’s come. Besides which, it seemed unfair to Shay to keep his orgasm all to herself. She was still very confused over how she felt toward Shay—or how Shay felt toward her—but given the pleasure Shay had imparted, she wanted to be generous.

“On me,” she said, as he withdrew, adding, “Help him, Shay. Make him come.”

Shay gave her a heated smile of appreciation as she reached for his cock, having no qualms about sucking him directly after being in Carrie’s pussy. Chris gazed down on her, his eyes glazed, occasionally leaning his head back and hissing in his breath in a passion that appeared akin to agony.

Finally, he said, “Now. Now!” withdrawing from Shay’s mouth and coming in arcing spurts of white that spattered Carrie’s breasts with small splashes of heat. He groaned deep and hard at each shot, his cock held firm in his hand.

Her breath grew labored as she peered down on it, and she was about to follow the urge to rub it into her soft flesh when Shay knelt quickly at her side, leaning down to lick it off. Tendrils of pleasure wound around her at the unexpected ministrations, Shay’s fingers, palms, simultaneously caressing and saturating her skin with semen as she lapped up the thick white fluid as if it were water and she’d just crossed a desert. Watching her, Carrie reached up to help her rub the come into her breasts, drinking in the heat of Shay’s wet tongue.

“Ah, God, girls,” Chris moaned above them, “stop or you’re gonna make me come again.”

Chapter Eight

Hours later, Chris and Carrie lay on the bed in her hotel room. Chris licked her delicious little pussy as he sank his cock into her soft, wet mouth. “Mmm,” he murmured against her clit, making her shudder. No matter how many times she wrapped her pretty lips around his cock, it still felt brand new to him.

He’d need to fuck her again soon. They’d been playing around, teasing each other—fondling, kissing, sucking—practically since they got off the boat late that afternoon.

It hadn’t been the first time he’d been with two women—hell, it wasn’t the first time he’d been with Shay and another woman—but it had felt so incredibly different. Because he knew how inexperienced Carrie was in terms of sexual partners, not to mention other girls, yet she’d been daring enough to let herself experience it. Watching her with Shay had filled him with a heat unlike any he ever remembered. She’d been at once timid and bold. He’d seen her let go of her old preconceived notions of good and bad, right and wrong, one by one, before his very eyes—and for a girl who’d shown up here two days ago wearing a halo, he found the changes in her both remarkable and more exciting than he ever could have imagined.

Using his thumbs to part the outer lips of her pussy so he could blow across her hot, sensitive clit, he listened with pleasure as she released a quivery moan around his cock. He couldn’t help glancing down at her, watching the way her mouth widened, taking him in. Easing his cock a little deeper into her warmth, he suffered a hot spasm, sighing with pleasure. “God, you suck me good, angel,” he said, low and intense as ribbons of sensual electricity crackled through his arms, legs.

He raked his tongue across her clit—turned on by how prominent it was. She probably didn’t know it, but her pussy looked built for sex. She might have started out unimaginably tight on the inside, but on the outside, everything about her cunt was slightly larger than average—her mons fleshier, her clitoris bulkier, her inner lips larger. He loved just studying her cunt, getting drunk on how hot she looked there.

After their little party on the boat, they’d finally dug out the fried chicken and had lunch. She’d kept laughing, her pretty trill filling the air, saying, “I can’t believe I’m sitting naked on a boat in the middle of the ocean with you guys, just eating chicken, like it’s normal.”

Shay had delivered one of her usual tinged-with-sin smiles. “It’s normal here, sweets.”

Shay was right—it was normal there, but knowing how normal it wasn’t in Carrie’s world had kept him on the edge of arousal, remembering a time not so long ago when such hot, open sex was new to him, too—and he enjoyed the naughtiness of it, the forbidden feel of it, all over again through her eyes.

He licked her firmly, lapping up the damp, salty taste of her. They’d taken a shower together upon first coming in—he’d loved soaping up her naked pussy and her big beautiful breasts—but she still smelled and tasted ripe with sex and heat. He spread her wider, licked her deeper, from her hot little opening all the way up her wet, pink center, wanting to consume her somehow, take her inside him the way she took him inside.

God, this was insane. The last time he’d felt so enamored with a woman was…well, a long time ago. In another world, another life. When he’d come to Key West, he’d traded in that part of his existence, as well. Women were plentiful here, and sex was easy to come by. There’d been no reason for emotional entanglements with women, so he just hadn’t had any. Hadn’t wanted any. When he’d chucked the nine to five and headed south, he’d just gone through a bad breakup with…well, the only girl he’d ever wanted to marry—a thought that was difficult for him to grasp now. And he’d decided life was a hell of a lot simpler without that sort of shit mucking it up.

Only…Carrie was reminding him.

Of emotional entanglements.

Of those feelings that almost became physical—like little strings and pulleys attached to