That Makes Three

Chapter Two

I sighed, flicking through the channels lazily. I clicked my phone. Nine thirty. There was no point in fighting the fatigue any longer. Sitting up my thumb moved to the off button on the remote when a loud moan escaped from the TV. My head snapped up to see a woman getting oral sex from a blonde haired man. She had her legs spread wide around his broad shoulders and was gripping his head for dear life. The sounds and motions of the two made my neck roll and my hand drift down to my crotch and start stroking myself. When the camera angles changed I saw that the man was on his knees, completely naked too and rubbing himself up against the bed. Without thinking my hand slipped under my knickers and massaged my myself. I moaned too, already wet. Closing my eyes I enjoyed sounds of her breathy moans and his wet tongue.

Opening my legs wider I felt a tender touch on my neck, a hand brushing away my hair and kissing from my jaw to my shoulder. I smiled as a hand trailing across my chest and down to replace my hand. Blinking I looked up to see Romans hazel eyes staring at me. My heart stuttered as he slipped a finger inside me and continued to rub me in time with the moans of the tv. I reached up and touched his soft cheek, bringing his face down to mine and kissing him. When his hand sped up I began to moan in his mouth, my body moving in time with his hand. The moans on the tv became continuous like mine. As pleasure began to radiate through my loins I dug my nails into the cushion next to me and threw my head back as I orgasmed.

Opening my eyes I looked around the empty room lit by the glow of the tv. I laughed, pulling my hand out from my pants and stretching my fingers apart. Two thick strands of cum hung between my middle and index fingers. Breathless I rested my head on the back of the couch. Fantasising about Roman Godfrey fingering me. That was a new one.