Author’s Note: This story continues from Part 13.
Most men would have been happy to fuck me for a few nights and then send me back to my studies and out of their lives. Elie was not most men. He also didn’t seem to be in any hurry to fuck me at all, even though I was literally begging for him to take me.
I showered when we returned to his flat, my mind leaping ahead to feeling his weight on top of me. But Elie was full of surprises, and as I would learn, getting what I wanted from him was a privilege that I would have to earn.
When I emerged from the shower, naked and ready to devour and be devoured, I was shocked to see that he wasn’t alone in bed. He lay back, his strong arms behind his head. Asha curled next to him, her head bobbing at his waist, clearly giving him a blowjob. I froze. For a moment, I couldn’t think, but I could hear the smacking sounds of her mouth on his cock. The action was hidden by her curly hair. Elie was luxuriously tan, but Asha’s skin was an even deeper brown. She was naked, her thin body gorgeous next to his.
Jealousy and confusion roiled in my gut. I took a deep breath. I’d wanted an adventure in sex, and I was getting one.
Elie opened his eyes and smiled at me. He was clearly enjoying what Asha was doing with her mouth. Again I felt a twang of jealousy, but I took a deep breath and let the feeling boil deep in my belly. I’d promised to trust him, which meant I had to be comfortable getting out of my comfort zone. Look at the day I’d already had: naked in public, sex in a bookshop, dancing nude in a fountain, and attending an erotic theater. This was more variety than I’d experienced in my whole life, and I was hungry for more.
“Come,” he beckoned me, patting the bed next to him.
I sat. Asha paused for a moment and smiled up at me. Her lips were wet and her chin slick. Her green eyes stunned me. She looked blissful and my heart caught in my throat. What a beautiful woman! I felt unexciting next to her raw sensuality.
“Tara,” she said, her voice soft. “Kiss me.”
I hesitated for an instant, then leaned in. Our lips touched. Her lips were slippery with Elie, I could taste him on her. A sharp twang shivered up my spine. Her scent of vanilla and musk filled my nostrils, along with the heady aroma of sex. Our tongues touched, flirting lightly as the kiss deepened. Arousal awoke in my belly.
After a few, sensuous moments, Asha pulled her lips away. She held Elie’s impressive cock at the base, and without skipping a breath Asha slipped his cockhead into her mouth, and then lowered her mouth slowly onto his cock. My eyes widened as she took all of him, right down to his hilt. Unbelievably, I saw how his cockhead filled and opened her throat. Her command of the gag reflex was nothing short of incredible and I was sincerely impressed. I also knew without a doubt that I couldn’t give Elie a blowjob half as good as Asha. Again, jealousy and insufficiency twinged in my gut.
“That’s amazing,” I said.
Asha looked up and smiled. “Much practice,” she said.
I kissed her again, savoring the slickness of her lips.
“On your back,” Elie said, patting Asha’s head.
They shifted, Asha on her back, legs spread wide open. I glanced at her pussy, pink and wet, before Elie lowered himself on top of her. His cock was thick with need, and he pinned her beneath him, sinking deep into her. Asha moaned and I felt very weird. Elie fucked her with slow and deliberate tempo. Each stroke sounded wet and lucious. My pussy responded with eager heat. I was aroused, and I also felt very left out of the fun. I watched Elie taking her, listened to Asha’s delighted moans, and tried not to sink into the feeling of being abandoned. After all, just a few minutes ago I’d been in the shower, ready to fuck Elie myself, yet here I was watching him fuck her instead.
I took a deep breath. I did feel jealous of her, but I told myself to enjoy the sensation. My curiousity outweighed the jealousy. I did enjoy the sight of his cock disappearing into her, the pleasure that was clearly shared between them. I lay back and watched. I felt jittery and jazzed up.
“How do you feel?” Asha said while Elie thrust on top of her. She tilted her head to see me.
“I’m okay,” I said.
She let out a sigh as he sank deep inside and then withdrew.
“Are you jealous?”
“A little,” I admitted.
“Embrace that feeling,” she said. She gasped as Elie thrust. “Pay attention… Ah… Jealousy and arousal are close cousins.”
Her noises turned me on. I took a deep breath and paid attention to the sensations flooding my body, especially that tickle of jealousy. I noticed how it sat low in my belly, and realized that Asha was right: the actually jealousy felt almost identical to the restless want of horniness when I divorced it from the context of the situation. It was a revelation. I relaxed, sank into my body, and tuned into the sights and sounds of Elie and Asha fucking.
They took their time. Elie’s strokes were slow and sweet. Asha seemed content to arch herself toward him, savoring the slip and slide of his cock. I ached. The jealous feeling spurred me on. I spread my legs, pleased that Elie turned to sweep his burning gaze over my body, fixating on my pussy. I reached my hand down to the curls between my legs, but Elie shook his head.
“Watch, but don’t touch yourself.”
I groaned. “You’re killing me,” I said. I could barely stand the need to touch myself, but I restrained myself. I settled on teasing my nipples, which Elie allowed without comment, watching me with a smile. Granted, this only served to turn me on further, but I needed to do something while I watched them.
I could tell Elie was close. The flush on his face, the way his neck strained, were dead giveaways that he was going to come. He pulled out of Asha. His cock was angrily erect and slick with Asha’s juices. He waved me forward. It took me only a second to realize he wanted to come in my mouth. I went down eagerly, my mouth watering — anything for some action! I pumped him with my fist, his thick head in my mouth, my tongue massaging his glans. He tasted and smelled like the richness of Asha’s pussy. I loved it. I slobbered on him, ready to receive, and he released with a groan, clutching my head. Wave after wave of thick jizz spurted into my throat. For a second I was drowning, swallowing his syrup, trying to keep up with the volume. I liked cum but this was a lot!
I continued to suckle him, cleaning his shaft, until he started to wilt.
“Good job,” he said. “Now finish her, too.”
Asha smiled at me and spread her thighs invitingly. She cradled my head in her hands as I dove between her legs. She was gushing wet, and I could taste Elie in her. I moaned, so aroused I could barely stand it. I suckled and kissed her cunt, lapping at her with the blade of my tongue, trying to get as much of her in my mouth as I could. Asha thrust her hips and guided me with her hands. Her climax came suddenly, and I cried out with her as I felt her inside clench against my tongue. I couldn’t help but rock my own hips, my pussy twitching in response to her pleasure.
“Very good,” Elie said, smiling. He patted the small of my naked back and I thrummed at his touch. Maybe it was my turn?
Asha gasped, her face soft with pleasure. She smiled like the sun. “Tara, you eat cunt like a professional,” she said.
I blushed at the compliment. “How do you know I’m not one?” I said.
She laughed. “I suppose I don’t. I thank you for trusting us. Are you having a good time?”
I paused. I nodded. I was having a great time.
“I understand what you mean by jealousy,” I said.
“Yes. I’ve always found that it heightens my feelings of lust. I guess some people find it unbearable, but that’s not been my experience.”
I understood. I’d enjoyed the sex with Elie and Asha in a different way than if I was the one being fucked. I liked it. I could be a part of it without needing to perform. But now I just wanted to get off.
“Can I come now?” I pleaded.
Elie considered. “You’ve been very good today, but I want you to experience something special, and for that I want to make you wait.”
My heart sank. I didn’t think I could stand it.
“Anticipation is the best pleasure,” Asha said. “Can you see how far you can go without having an orgasm? Wouldn’t you like to try?”
“I already feel all wound up,” I said.
“You’re only just getting started,” Elie said.
To be continued…