Mark leaned back on Wren’s couch with a happy sigh. The fabric slightly scratched his bare back and he was glad for the towel under his butt. He put his hands behind his head and smiled down at Christy. Her blonde head moved slowly in his lap and she didn’t look up. She was savoring his cock.
She sucked slowly, and broke off from sucking frequently to lick and stroke his shaft. More than once she dipped her head to kiss his balls before working her way back up to the crown. She took him into her throat once, and then again, but when he gasped, she backed off. Then her eyes met his and they flashed. The message was clear. He’d come when she was good and ready and not before. He suppressed a chuckle. Yeah, that was exactly what he’d do.
The room had grown quiet, so he looked around. He’d hoped to catch a glimpse of Leah in action, but the room was empty. She and the others must have gone to the bedroom. Leah’s clothes still lay scattered around Wren’s living room. Paul’s were folded neatly, in a stack not far from his own, but Christy’s were a mess. One shoe had somehow found its way onto an end table and her bra dangled over the back of the arm chair. She’d left her silk panties on, though.
Mark smiled. He didn’t need the reminder of her limits. Trip had frowned when he’d seen her keep them on, then quickly covered it up before Wren saw. But Trip kept score. Mark… well, he didn’t see the point.
Besides, it was his dick in Christy’s mouth. Not Trip’s. And if Christy took as long with him as she looked to be doing, she might never get around to blowing Trip.
That made him grin even more. Trip had been a bit of an asshole over dinner. He’d interrupted the ladies more than once and made it clear he was eager, very eager, to get to “dessert.” Wren had nearly swatted him when she brought out a chocolate torte and he’d joked it wasn’t the “dessert” he wanted.
Mark had liked the first dessert quite a bit. And now the second…?
He shuddered as Christy took him into her throat again. She tightened her lips and bolts of pleasure shot up his spine. He gasped as she began to bob her head.
“You keep doing that,” he murmured, “and I’m gonna come.”
She slowed down. Then she let his dick slip from her lips and grinned at him.
“That’s okay,” she chirped. “You recover quick.” She plunged his cock into her mouth again.
This time, she didn’t let up. She sucked hard and stroked his shaft with one hand. Her tight, wet mouth sent shivers through his body. He could feel the orgasm building. His balls tightened. Christy took him down her throat again, and he couldn’t hold back.
With a groan, he emptied himself into her mouth.
Christy swallowed, and kept swallowing. Then she sucked his softening cock, making sure to get every last drop of semen. When she’d finally satisfied herself that she had every bit, she pulled off his cock and grinned up at him.
“Amazing,” he groaned, “absolutely amazing.”
Her smile grew and her cheeks even dimpled.
“So…,” he said, “we could go join the others,” he nodded toward the hall to the bedroom, “or we could see if there’s any cake left.”
“It’s a torte.”
“Yeah,” Mark said. “Whatever. Want some?”
“Yes, please. Yum!”
He laughed, stood, and then helped her to her feet.
Christy was already halfway through her slice before Mark sat down at the kitchen table. He passed her a glass of milk and then took a moment to just admire her. Her bare breasts swayed as she moved, and while her nipples were no longer stiff, they were a delight to see. Even better, she had a casual innocence in the way she moved that was sexy as hell. She sensed his admiration and looked up.
“Sorry,” he said, not at all sorry. “Just looking.”
She mistook the cause of his gaze and nodded. “Yeah, my metabolism…” She looked toward the counter where he’d left the rest of the torte. “Is there more?”
“Sure.” He hopped up and retrieved the entire pan. “You want anything else?”
She shook her head and kept eating.
He cut her another slice and then thought twice about it and slid the entire pan across to her.
“Thanks,” she said between bites.
“It’s really good,” he said as he took a bite himself. After he’d swallowed, he continued, “Maybe I’ll ask Wren for the recipe but, knowing her, it’s really complicated.”
“Hold on… you bake?”
“I try,” he laughed. “I do most of the cooking since Leah’s working and I’m not.”
“I should probably cook more.” Christy frowned and took another forkful.
“I like it. I’m not at Wren’s level, but…” He shrugged. “Man, she sure is good.”
“So?” she said before taking another bite.
“Yeah,” he conceded. “I’m surrounded by people who are so good at what they do. Leah’s right out of university and she’s already working for a major newspaper. Wren in the kitchen. You and your art. Trip. Paul. You guys are all so good at what you do.”
She swallowed and looked at him curiously. “Just how much of my art have you seen?”
“Not enough,” he said, “the drawings you’ve done of Leah, of course. I had that one you did of Leah at camp framed.”
“You mean the sketches?” She blinked. “Which one?”
“The pencil drawing you did of her. I dunno... a couple of summers ago. Two? Yeah, two. Anyway, it's the one of her on the rock—the big one at the quarry. You know."
"Oh, right! I remember now," Christy said. "But... you framed it? Why?”
“It’s awesome of course.”
“No. Why did you frame it?”
“Oh! I had to,” he said. “We’re not in college anymore. It’s gauche to use thumbtacks.”
She chuckled and took another bite.
“I thought I might find you here,” Wren said from the doorway. She was nude, which made the small swell of her belly more obvious. She also glowed, but Mark couldn’t tell whether it was from the pregnancy or a recent orgasm.
“Could I borrow Mark?” she asked Christy, who just nodded since her mouth was full.
“Borrow me for what?” he grinned as he stood.
“Your dick, what else?” Wren looked back at Christy with amusement. “Now that I’m past the morning sickness…”
“You’re horny all the time?” Mark teased.
“All the time.” She nodded toward the living room. “C’mon.” Then she looked at Christy. “Trip’s in the shower if you wanna…”
“Eating,” Christy replied before taking another bite. “Priorities?”
Wren rolled her eyes with a sigh, but then took Mark’s hand and tugged him toward the living room.
“How do you want it?” he asked as they approached the couch.
“From behind.”
Mark wasn’t quite hard, so Wren sat on the edge of the couch and sucked him until he was stiff. Then she knelt on the floor with her arms and shoulders on the couch. He got behind her and lined up his cock with her opening. Wren let out a low groan as he pushed his way in.
Her pussy was hotter and tighter than he’d expected. He held her hips and started stroking. She let out a happy sigh and turned her head so she could look back at him.
“Happy now?” he teased lightheartedly.
She grinned. Then she closed her eyes as he thrust hard into her. She gasped as he started pounding her. He smiled to himself and varied his rhythm until he found the one that made her moan the most.
Even better, he didn’t feel any urge to come himself.
So he settled in and enjoyed the heat of her pussy. He stroked her back lightly and admired the curve of her neck.
Then he sensed someone behind him. He swiveled his head and Christy returned a smile. She sank to the floor next to them and leaned against the couch.
Wren opened her eyes and smiled at her.
“Want some help?” Christy asked.
“Yeah,” Wren panted.
Christy reached underneath and started playing with her clit. She and Mark shared a conspiratorial grin. After a couple of minutes, Wren’s breathing went into overdrive. She started to shake, and then with a small cry, arched her back and came.
Christy gave Mark a triumphant smile. He held still, and Wren collapsed forward, which led to his cock sliding out of her.
“Oh my God,” Wren said groggily, “that was a good one.”
Mark turned to face Christy and her eyes flashed. A moment later her lips were around his cock once again.
“I love penis!” she said when she pulled off. Mark smiled as he realized she was tasting Wren as well as himself.
Wren slowly caught her breath, and then pulled herself up onto the couch. She watched as Mark stretched out on the floor and Christy positioned herself by his side. She only let his cock escape her mouth long enough to get into a more comfortable crouch.
That was a preview of Hanging Out. To read the rest purchase the book.
