Cement Heart(2)

By: Beth Ehemann

“Wait for me.” Crystal giggled as she dipped her head down toward Heather, who immediately backed off to allow her friend access.

And then… it was on.

They were hungry. They were fierce. They attacked my dick like it was the only popsicle in the middle of a scorching desert. One on the right, one on the left, their lips touching at the top and the bottom, they ran their mouths in unison the whole length of my shaft. I wasn’t sure there was anything hotter than hearing not one but two women moan as their heads bobbed up and down on my lap. The faster they moved, the closer I was to coming, but blowing my load all over my stomach wasn’t something I was into, so I slowly pushed myself up on my elbows and cleared my throat. Immediately, Heather came up for air and smiled at me. Before I could say anything, Crystal threw one leg over my hips and positioned herself over me.

“Whoa, whoa! Slow down,” I blurted, trying to scoot out from under her as fast as I could. “My boy doesn’t inspect any caves without protective gear.”

Crystal’s eyebrows pulled together. “Huh?”

“He means he wants to wear a condom.” Heather rolled her eyes.

“Oh.” Crystal covered her mouth and giggled. “I get it.”

“You’re cute and shit, but I have no desire to see what our DNA would look like mixed together.” I winked at her.

I was no stranger to one-night stands, that was obvious, but I did have rules about what I would and wouldn’t do during sex. Rule number one—always wear a condom. Always. Too many women would kill for a chance at twenty percent of my paycheck.

Rule number two—never go down on one-night stands. Ever.

Two hours ago, I’d been having a late lunch at a bar down the street and this dynamic duo was just a couple of girls sitting next to me. I hadn’t even noticed them until they got up and started grinding on each other on the dance floor. Next thing I knew, I was buying them drinks while they told me all about how much they loved hockey and how cute the little black ball, as Crystal called it, was on the ice.

Oh yeah, real big hockey fans.

Anyway, not a chance in hell was my tongue going anywhere near their pussies. My covered-up dick, fine, but not my mouth.

Rule number three—if I brought them back to my place, as opposed to my car, an alley, or the bar bathroom, we did not have sex in my bedroom. Always the guest room. I liked my guests to take off pretty quickly after we were done, and the last thing I needed was their tacky perfume smelling up my pillow. My room was my domain, my place to relax and unwind.

I grabbed a condom out of the nightstand and rolled it onto my dick before climbing up on my knees.

“You, lie down,” I said to Crystal, pointing toward the bed.

She moved quickly, lying on her back and eagerly opening her legs for me. “Go ahead, take me.”

“Nope.” I grinned at her, slowly shaking my head. “I’m gonna take care of Heather while she takes care of you.” A small smirk appeared on Crystal’s lips as she looked from me to Heather. I followed her gaze, waiting to see if Heather was going to object or not.

Her bright blue eyes stared back at me as she bit her bottom lip and slowly raised one seductive eyebrow. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Holy shit.

Heather wasted no time, dropping to all fours and burying her face in between her friend’s legs. The instant Heather’s mouth made contact, Crystal’s mouth dropped open and her eyes glazed over.

“Oh my God,” she moaned.

Heather’s round, perfect little ass was up in the air, her swollen pussy peeking out the bottom, inviting me in. And I RSVP’d in a big fucking way. I didn’t even check to see if she was wet enough for me. I knew that she was.

She gasped as I roughly pushed myself inside her. I was barely five pumps in when I could tell that Crystal was about to come. Clearly Heather knew what the hell she was doing. Crystal’s chest rose up and down quickly, panting as she shoved her hands into Heather’s dark hair and squeezed.

“Heather! Yes!” she yelled out, squeezing her eyes tight. “Fuck! Yes!”

The squeals coming out of Crystal’s pouty little mouth made my balls tighten as I fucked Heather faster, my fingers digging into her hips as I pulled her hard against me. Just as Crystal came down from her high, Heather laid her head on Crystal’s thigh and started her own. She shoved her hand in between her legs and rubbed circles around her clit as I drove into her over and over and over again.