Chapter 18

“Too bad we never actually did any of this,” she panted. “Think of all the fun we could’ve had with him.”

“It’s not too late, is it?” Lucky pulled at her panties, tearing the material until it was out of his way. He slid his hand between her thighs, teasing her swollen lips. It felt like weeks since the last time they made love. “We can touch him. He can touch us. Hopefully soon, he’ll be able to see us.”

Stella propped her leg up against the wall, spreading herself wider for his exploration. Images of Shane’s paler skin against Lucky’s tan, their legs wound together, their mouths everywhere, bombarded her inner eye. She could go down on both of them while they kissed, though she wouldn’t get much more than the heads into her mouth, she was sure. Lucky’s cock was thick and long, enough to make even the most seasoned bottom feel it after he’d been fucked.

“Do you want that?” she said. “Do you want to fuck him?”