Some Love it Hot (Some Love it..., #1) (4 page)

“Does
that feel good?” Brianna gasped to her friend, as Ben thrust his cock into her
from behind. “Am I doing it right?”

“Oh
yes,” said Melissa. “It feels fucking amazing.”

Melissa’s
fingers reached between Brianna’s thighs, rubbing at her clit.

“Oh,
God,” Brianna cried. “I’m so close.”

She
held her fingers deep inside Melissa, as an orgasm shook her body. Ben clenched
his jaw, taking his mind away from the feeling of her pussy convulsing around
his dick. He didn’t want to come yet, and when he did, it was Melissa he
intended to be inside.

When
the final pulses of Brianna’s orgasm shuddered through her, Ben pulled out.

“I
want to see you lick her pussy,” he said into Brianna’s ear. Her body heaved
against his, as she tried to catch her breath. “Mel, go to the couch.”

Brianna
slipped her fingers from her friend. Melissa went to the couch and lay back,
her thighs splayed. Her outer folds were swollen and wet, her clit engorged
with blood.

Brianna
dropped to her knees, her head between Melissa’s thighs. Ben wanted to see
everything, so he masturbated while he watched Brianna lick her clit with
little flicks of her tongue.

Melissa
writhed under her friend’s attention. Her hands fondled her own breasts, her
fingers teasing and tweaking her nipples. Ben stroked his cock, imprinting the
image of the two girls together on his brain. This was a scene he intended on
replaying many times over in his head.

He
wasn’t going to be able to hold off for much longer—he was amazed he’d gone as
long as he had.

“I
want you, Mel,” he said, breathing hard. “I need to be inside you.”

She
looked up at him, her cheeks flushed. “Okay, hurry. I’m going to come any
minute.” She pulled at Brianna’s shoulders, “Swap places, Bri. I want to taste
you. It’s my turn.”

The
two girls switched positions and Ben knelt down behind Melissa, his hands
cupping her round bottom. The lips of her pussy gleamed, slick and wet from
Brianna’s saliva and her own juices. His thick cock nudged open her folds and
slid easily into her tight hole.

Ben
thrust deep, as Melissa saw to Brianna. She splayed open Brianna’s pussy with
her fingers, making her clit pop forward. All Ben could see was the movement of
the back of her head as she buried her face between Brianna’s thighs. She slid
two fingers inside while licking her friend’s sensitive nubbin.

Ben
couldn’t concentrate on what Melissa was doing. His own orgasm mounted.

Brianna
gripped the sides of the couch, her second orgasm washing over her as Melissa
finger-fucked her.

Melissa
came seconds later, her fingers still embedded deep inside her friend. Ben’s
balls tightened and he grunted as he spurted his seed into Melissa.

Exhausted,
they collapsed into a heap together, a jumbled mix of sweaty torsos and limbs.

“Come
on,” said Melissa. “Let’s go to bed.”

Without
another word, the three of them headed to the bedroom and climbed in the king
size bed. Melissa lay in the middle, spooning Brianna, and Ben snuggled in
against Melissa’s back.

He
didn’t know what would happen in the morning, if he would get a repeat
performance or if they would never speak of this night again. Whatever
happened, he knew it was a night he would replay over and over... if only in his
imagination.

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B
illy Brent stood in the
road, watching a woman take in shopping
bags from her front step. He knew his mouth hung open, yet he felt incapable of
doing anything about it.

Katie Lanner had been his next door neighbor for almost ten
years now; yet seeing her came as a shock.

Technically she was his parent’s next door neighbor, but now
that Billy was back home, he guessed that made her his as well.

He hadn’t really thought about her while he had been away.
Okay, that was a lie. He had thought about her, but it was only the occasional,
‘
I wonder what she’s doing now’
thought. It certainly wasn’t anything
like the thoughts currently racing through his mind.

Of course, at nine years old, he had barely noticed her,
except to kick a ball out in the front of their houses, or sometimes dig for worms
in the backyard. At that age, he hadn’t even thought about her being a girl. It
wasn’t until he hit thirteen, and she was then eleven, that he suddenly
discovered he didn’t want to play with her anymore. That was when she would run
up to him, with her big toothy grin, wanting to join in the games with him and
his friends. He found himself turning away from her, embarrassed he had a girl
for a friend. It didn’t help when his friends teased him. ‘Billy’s got a
girlfriend,’ they cat-called. ‘Katie and Billy up a tree...’

A couple of years younger than him, she was tall and leggy,
like a new born foal, with a mouth that seemed too big for her face and strong,
dark eyebrows. She was geeky and gawky, and as she approached her own teenaged
years, she suddenly became aware of all her imperfections and carried herself
as such.

Billy barely gave her a second thought. At sixteen, he was
out playing football, and by eighteen, he’d left home for college. Sure, he’d
come back a couple of times to visit, but they’d always missed each other.

Now, here he stood in front of a woman he had once played in
the dirt with, and he could barely speak.

She looked up and saw him, her face lighting in a smile. The
bags dropped to the ground and she ran up to him, flinging her arms around his
neck in a hug and then breaking away.

“Billy! I hoped I’d bump into you.”

“Katie... you look... wow, you look...”

She grinned at him, the once too big mouth now full and
voluptuous on her striking face.

“Good?” she finished for him. “I hope you’re trying to say
‘good’.”

Billy choked on his words. “Grown-up. I was going to say
‘grown-up’.”

“It’s been, what, two or three years, Billy. Not that long.”

“Long enough. You’ve... errr... blossomed.”

He couldn’t help his gaze flicking down to the front of her
shirt, where her breasts swelled in creamy humps beneath her low-cut, tight
fitting sweater.

“You mean I’ve finally got tits, don’t you?” she said, her
mouth pouting, her eyes with a wicked glint.

“Well they’re kind of on display,” he teased.

“I waited long enough for them. I intend to make the most of
them.”

He flushed, the heat rising through his cheeks. “How long
are you back for?” he asked, hoping to change the subject. Somehow it didn’t
seem right to be talking like this to a woman he’d only ever known as a child.

She shrugged and tossed her sheet of dark hair behind her
shoulder. “Not long. Just got a few weeks off, so I figured I’d come down and
see the folks. How about you?”

“Just finished my course, so I guess you could say I’m
between things at the moment. I’m staying here until I can find a job.”

“Great. We’ll get to spend some time together then. You
know, catch up and stuff. Your parents in?”

“No,” he said. “They’re both out for the day—shopping I
think. Yours?”

“Nope,” she said with another cheeky grin.

His stomach rolled in a nervous flip as he dared himself to
ask the question. “You want to come in for a coffee?”

She gave a nonchalant shrug, but the spark in her eyes said
different. “Sure.”

Billy picked up her bags for her and put them inside her
parent’s porch, and then they walked across the yard to his own parent’s house.

Katie looked around, smiling. “It looks exactly as I
remember it,” she said.

“It is. My folks don’t believe in decorating.”

Katie dropped herself onto the couch.

“You want coffee then?” he asked.

“In a minute. Let’s talk first.”

Sitting down on the couch, he couldn’t take his eyes off
her. She was a true beauty now; those strong eyebrows that had seemed so
strange in childhood, now framed her face, matching her thick dark hair. Her
legs seemed endless and, as she crossed them, he wondered what it would be like
to run his fingers down the length of her thigh.

But it was her hand that found his leg, her long fingers,
tipped with blood red nails, touching the breadth of his thigh. Her hand rested
there. Though she spoke, it was all he could think about, so conscious of the
heat of her palm through the material of his jeans.

She tilted her head to one side, looking at him intently. “I
should have said before how you’re looking good too, Billy. You’re a man now,
but then to me you always seemed like a man, even when you were only sixteen.”

His cock twitched at her touch, the blood rushing, engorging
it.

Billy shifted in his seat, leaning forward, trying to hide
his arousal. But he was well endowed and his stiffy ran like a ridge beneath
his jeans.

He really shouldn’t be thinking of her like this—the sweet,
gawky, and sometimes annoying little girl from next door.  Of course, he had
only ever been two years older than her, but at that age it could have been a
different generation. She had always just looked like a child to him.

Only
, he thought as she leant towards him, pushing the swell of
her chest towards him, her cleavage a dip into the promise of pleasure,
she
wasn’t a little girl anymore
.

Katie narrowed the distance between them, her face now only
inches from his own. He could smell the sweetness of her breath, the faint hint
of her perfume, and she looked up into his eyes, studying them, judging his
reaction.

“Katie...” he started to say, but he had no idea how he
intended to finish the sentence. Luckily he didn’t get the chance as her mouth,
lips as soft as satin, pressed against his own. He resisted for only a moment,
some part of him still worried he was somehow corrupting the sweet girl next
door, but then her mouth opened, her tongue expertly teasing his lips, seeking
permission to enter, and he realized this wasn’t the kiss of a sweet, innocent virgin.
This girl knew exactly what she was doing.

She reached down and took hold of his hand. Lifting it up,
she placed his palm against the swell of her breast and he could feel the hard
nub of her nipple beneath the soft material of her sweater.

His cock ached to be touched, now uncomfortable beneath the
restraints of his jeans, but Katie let go of his hand and reached down, her
fingers massaging the length of his cock through his jeans. His balls throbbed
in a dull, but pleasant ache, and he kissed her harder. His hand slipped
beneath her sweater, seeking upwards until he found the rough material of the
lace on her bra.

Katie pulled away for a moment and then quickly pulled the
sweater over her head. The sight of her firm, young breasts cupped in only her white
lacy bra, made him want to come there and then. She reached behind her back and
unclipped her bra, shrugging the straps off her shoulders and dropping the item
to the floor. Her breasts were full and round, dark areolas crinkled at the
centre, just begging to be touched.

His eyes were wide. “Jesus Christ, Katie.”

She lowered her lashes at him, but pushed out those perfect
tits. “This is okay, isn’t it?”

“Too right, it is.”

Wanting his bare skin next to hers, he tugged his t-shirt up
over his head and threw it down to join Katie’s lingerie.

Then his mouth was at her breast, his lips circling the
hard, crinkled skin of her nipple. He sucked it, gently at first, but when she
laced her fingers in his hair and pushed him against her, he sucked harder and
allowed his teeth to grate her sensitive skin.

Her free hand still massaged the length of his cock through
his jeans, but then her fingers found his zipper and tugged it down, wrestling
with the button to pop it open. Then he was free, the cool air kissing his hot
skin.

Billy raised his head from her nipple and kissed her mouth
again, his fingers in her hair. Her fingers wrapped around his dick and she
pumped him in a slow, but steady motion, her thumb skimming his head,
moistening his shaft with his pre-cum. Wanting to repay the pleasure, Billy’s
hand sought beneath her short skirt, feeling for the cleft between her thighs.
His fingertips met the lacy material of her panties and he rubbed her gently,
feeling her wetness already sopping the lace.

He went to pull the material aside, but she grabbed his
wrist, stopping him.

“Wait,” she said. “I’ve got something for you first.”

Katie slid off the couch and positioned herself between his
legs. Billy realized what she had in store and he groaned in anticipation.

She was down on her knees. Deliberately looking up at him
from beneath her long lashes, she let her tongue snake from between her lips
and, starting at the base of his cock, tantalizingly close to his perineum, she
licked up in a slow, deliberate movement. She reached the tip of his cock and
her tongue circled round the purple swell of his head, licking the bead of
moisture from its slit.

“Oh, fuck, Katie,” he moaned, thrusting his hips forward,
desperate for her to take him fully in her mouth.

But she gave a little smile and teased her way back down,
stopping at his balls now, taking one into her mouth and sucking slowly, before
moving on to the next. Billy’s hands gripped the edges of the couch, his
knuckles white, desperately fighting the urge to grab his own cock and
masturbate all over her.

But he wanted this to last, and he didn’t want to show
himself up like that.

Instead, he tugged on her arm and she allowed his cock to
pop from between her lips.

“Come here,” he said, his voice harsh, and he pulled her up
towards him.

She climbed on top of him and straddled his thighs, his cock
pressed against the wet material of her panties.

Billy quickly slid his hand between them and pulled the
material out of the way. She was soaking wet and smooth. He slid a finger deep
inside her.

Katie gasped, her red fingernails digging into his
shoulders, but she sank onto his hand, grinding against him. He added a second
finger stretching her tight walls.

“Now,” she said into his ear. “I want you to fuck me now.”

He wasn’t about to argue. Withdrawing his hand, he took hold
of his cock and positioned it at her entrance. Katie shifted her hips, and
there was the perfect moment of resistance before he slid inside her, her hot
muscles gripping him tightly. She sank on him hard, pulling him deep within
her.

Billy grabbed her ass, his fingers tight against the firm
skin of her buttocks, helping her move on his dick.

She bounced up and down, her head thrown back, exposing her
beautiful long neck. Her hair draped down her back, tickling the top of her
bottom and the backs of his hands.

He watched his cock slick in and out of her bare pussy, his
jaw gripped tight, knowing his orgasm was close. Reaching out, he used his
thumb and rubbed her clit in steady circles. Katie gasped and her head fell
forward, her face buried into the skin of his neck. Her tits bounced as she
moved and her fingers dug into the skin of his shoulders. She cried out, the
walls of her pussy clenching tight against his cock, and his own orgasm powered
through him. He jerked hard as he came inside her, filling her, and she bore
down on him, drawing him deeper than he had ever thought possible.

She went limp on top of him, her thighs still wrapped around
his, and he felt himself go soft inside of her. When their breathing slowed
back to a normal pace, she sat up and pushed her hair out of her eyes.

“Wow, Billy. Do you have any idea how long I have dreamt
about doing that with you?”

He laughed. “I’m not sure I want to know. It probably
wouldn’t have been legal.”

She bent her head and kissed him, long and slow. His cock
jerked inside of her and he could barely believe he would be ready to go again
so soon.

The front door slammed open, the sound of voices drifting
through to them.

They both froze, staring at each other. Billy’s parents were
home.
Oh shit
. Even though they were both consenting adults, the last
thing they wanted was to be caught half naked and screwing on his parent’s
couch.

Katie clambered off of him, grabbing his shirt and clamping
it between her thighs. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hall and
into the bedroom.

“Billy?” His mother’s voice called out to him. “You home?”

He could hear footsteps approaching his room and he
frantically looked for somewhere to hide Katie. But there wasn’t enough time
and so he just motioned for her to stand behind the door. There was the
briefest of knocks before the door was pushed open. Billy only had time to get
his pants back on before his mother’s head peered through the door.

“Hey Billy, you seen the Lanner girl from next door? Seems
she’s home from college, but her parents can’t find her. All her bags are in
the porch but she’s nowhere to be seen.”

Her eyes caught sight of the pale sweater and he grabbed it,
trying to stuff it under the bedcovers. But the game was up.

“Billy?” Her voice was warning.

“Hi Mrs. Brent,” said Katie, her head popping around the
side of the door.