Not Like We Do In LA

Straight Through The Heart

He stared for a few seconds before he came aware that he was hard. Damn. He'd never understood why men felt that lesbian sex was so hot, but - damn. Watching them, oblivious to him, was incredible. He stared at his ex girlfriend's ass as it clenched and jiggled, pounding into the woman moaning beneath her.

Stevie was - quite literally - nailing it. She'd become confident enough to lift Christine's leg to get a better angle for them both and was groaning with every deep thrust.

Lindsey thought about leaving but he couldn't tear his eyes away. Without thinking, her began to stroke himself through his pants, his cock so hard it was aching.

Chris pushed up onto her elbows, tilting her head up and wordlessly inviting Stevie to kiss her. As Stevie leant forward her angle changed which sent Christine into a frenzy, crying out and clutching at Stevie's grinding hips. It wasn't until a few seconds after she'd caught sight of Lindsey and locked eyes with him that she realised what she was looking at and screamed in shock.

Stevie snapped her head round to see what was wrong. Realising Lindsey was standing there, a flash of rage crossed over her until she spotted the hardness in his pants. A smile slowly crept across her face, eyes flashing as an outrageous idea formed in her mind - as though anything could really be more outrageous than what he was witnessing.

Turning back to wink at Christine, she beckoned Lindsey to her. Dumbstruck, he stumbled forward to the side of the bed.

His mind had been filled with thoughts of Stevie all day. Before seeing her, he had rehearsed how he was going to apologise. Apologies weren't his strong suit but he had been wrong for treating her how he did in France, jealous that her solo success had eclipsed his own. He should have been proud of her. He was proud of her. And he needed to let her know. Then he'd seen her, looking like a fucking goddess out there on that rooftop, and had been consumed with desire. He couldn't look at her without remembering them being together. The feel and taste of her, the way she used to look as he made her come, crying out his name.

He had worked himself into a frenzy in his hotel room, stupidly declining Mick's offer to head out for a few drinks and thinking that being on his own was the best solution. It wasn't. He needed her. As he had gone to knock on the door, he'd found it already open. Of all the things he had expected to find on the other side of that door, this would never have been it.

"Strip," she panted now, still driving deep into Chris in front of him. She had known for years that Christine had a crush on Lindsey. Who wouldn't? From day one of their relationship she'd been like a caged animal whenever they'd been out together, ready to pounce on any girl who tried to put the moves on him.

Her confidence encouraged Christine to go with the flow and she allowed herself to take in the sight of Lindsey's naked body. As men went, he was gorgeous. His muscles rippled underneath his lightly tanned skin, his blue eyes fixed on Stevie's thrusting hips. He was incredibly hard. Christine reached out and took hold of him, her firm touch startling. He instinctively leaned towards her as she began to stroke him, jerking slightly from Stevie's pounding.

Stevie smiled at what was happening, pleased to see her plan working. She'd always wanted to try this. The way she saw it, more partners equalled more pleasure. Her brown eyes glowed amber as they met Lindsey's. He was so aroused seeing her like this, taking control.

Christine was beginning to writhe, reaching with her free hand to grab Stevie's ass and pull her further and harder into her.

"I think she likes it," she smiled to Lindsey.

"You're fucking her really well."

"Yeah? What can I say - I learnt it from you."

She leant in to kiss him, both moaning as Chris worked Lindsey's cock and ground the base of the strap-on into Stevie's already over sensitive clit.