When she pulled away, I worked my hands down her back and kneaded her ass. He did the same to her breasts. I kissed the side of her neck softly, and then hard. He did the same on the other side. His face was so close to mine, I could smell him. He smelled like Jules, mixed with sex. The smell was so strong, I could almost taste it. Storm started sighing and then she started moaning. Before long, she broke away from us and crawled onto her bed, so she was on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed.

“Head or tails?” Jules smiled. I could tell his nerves were gone. He had that goofy grin that he got when he was so happy, he forgot to arrange his face into an orderly smile.

“Tails,” I said without skipping a beat.

Storm laughed, even though it wasn’t that funny.

I positioned myself behind her and he knelt in front of her. His eyes slammed shut as she took him into her mouth. His abs clenched as she did. He was breathing hard. He was breathing just as hard as she was from what I was doing to her. I was licking her, tasting her, eating her out. When I couldn’t stand waiting for one more second, I knelt behind her and coated myself in her juices. I rubbed myself against her and as I did it, I looked at Jules. I wasn’t sure if I should or not, but he was right there, and I didn’t know where else to look.

Time seemed to slow. I’d never seen him like that. His head was thrown back, eyes closed, with his hands fisted at his sides. His belly contracted with every labored breath. My eyes traveled up and down his body. I was too horny to stop myself, or even to think about what I was doing. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Even if I’d tried, I wouldn’t have been able to look away. His hips were thrusting forward in time with the way her head was bobbing up and down on him. There was something unspeakably powerful about the way he was moving. There was this perfect balance, this tension, to it. He seemed to know exactly how much to give her to make her moan and not gag.