FU

by Mia Watts

  “Relax,” she murmured. “Close your eyes, and go for the feeling.”

  He tried again, pressing, and she smoothed her mouth against his, then sealing, then kissing him again and again. Henry’s enthusiasm escalated. Parker tasted his lip with the tip of her tongue. He followed suit.

  Gently coaxing him into a smoother, sexier rhythm, she taught Henry how she wanted to be kissed through trial and error. His arms wrapped tightly around her, pulling her against his erection. She let him, helped him get the pressure he sought by rocking her hips forward. He groaned.

  Kei hadn’t uttered a word. Time to up the ante and hope he came to play.

  Parker sat back. “Take off my shirt.”

  Henry gulped several times, but did as she asked. The neck caught awkwardly on her ears and nose making her laugh. She kept her arms up until he’d worked it out. Then she dropped her hands on his hips. “Now take off my bra.”

  She thought she heard Kei grumble. He definitely changed positions.

  Henry blindly tugged at her back, gave up and started to lift it off as he had the shirt.

  “Nuh-uh. You’ll give away your inexperience like that and completely piss off the woman you’re trying to seduce. Breasts are tender, and they ache when they’re treated badly. If you do that, I’m going to feel it for another day.”

  Henry sighed with exasperation. “Jaxon bit your nipple. I didn’t hear you complain.”

  She kissed him softly. “That’s because,” she murmured against his lips, “nipples are different. Like lips,” she said, nipping his, “are different from cheeks.” She rubbed her cheek against his. Breathing next to his ear, she said, “I’m hoping you’ll play rough with my nipples, Henry. I’d really like that.”

  Kei swore, roughly dug through his satchel. From the corner of her eye, she could tell he was trying to keep busy, trying not to pay attention to their antics.

  “There are three hooks in the back. Look over my shoulder to find them.”

  Henry did, and with his exclamation of success, the tension on her breasts released. He slid the straps off her shoulders and stared in wonder at her chest.

  Parker tossed her bra. “You look nervous.”

  “Yeah,” he said, laughing a little.

  She changed positions, putting her hands on his knees behind her and leaning back. “What do you like?”

  “Everything.”

  “Talk dirty if you want. Some girls like it.”

  “Can I touch them?” he asked.

  “God, yes.”

  “Is there a special way?” he asked.

  “Put your goddamn hands on her,” Kei barked.

  Henry snapped to attention and palms out, cupped her breasts. “Like this?”

  “Um. Well, that’s one way,” she said. She put her hands over his, turning them, using his hands to stroke her. “Mm. Like this, is nice.”

  “Oh. I like the…uh…” Henry swallowed hard. “Your, um, nipples are…”

  “Hard?” she teased. “Because what you’re doing feels good. Breast play turns me on.”

  “It does?” he asked, his voice squeaking. “I’m turning you on?”

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Kei snapped.

  “Ignore him,” Parker said. “Start off—ow!”

  “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! You said you wanted rough.”

  “It’s all right. Work into pinching them. You have to get me ready for something like that.”

  “Sorry.”

  “It’s fine. Keep touching. Try using your thumbs to rub the nipples. The way Kei did yesterday. Oh, yeah, like that,” she praised. “That feels so good.”

  “Like this?”

  “Uh huh. Keep doing that. Mm. A little harder now. Yes,” she hissed. Her head dropped back and she arched into his hands.

  “Cool.”

  “Cool?” Kei asked, echoing Henry’s comment. “You want cool? Suck ’em.”

  Henry’s lips closed on her turgid peak. Parker shuddered and gasped. His tongue swirled on her like his thumb had. Moisture tickled her pussy and she squirmed on Henry’s lap. When his teeth grazed her, Parker cried out, clasped his head to her.

  “Now, that’s cool,” Kei murmured, getting up and walking over to them.

  Kei knocked Henry’s hand away and took her other breast in his mouth. He tugged her nipple hard with his lips, rolling and releasing it. Henry copied.

  “Oh. My. God.” Need swirled in her belly. Different, yet the same in suction and heat, the men tormented her breasts until she was sure there’d be a spot of moisture on the apex of her jeans. Her clit strained. Parker rubbed her covered pussy on the evidence of Henry’s arousal.

  Kei popped off, quickly got behind her and lifted her off Henry’s lap. Parker protested the loss of their mouths, but her complaint died on her lips.

  “Take off her pants. I promise you, you’ve made her wet,” Kei said darkly.

  Henry was quick to obey, dropping her pants and panties. Parker stepped out of them and leaned against Kei’s solid chest.

  “Strip,” he told Henry next.

  Henry stripped. The box of condoms from last night was still on the desk where they’d been dumped. Kei nodded to them. Catching his meaning, Henry picked them up.

  “Do you remember what I told you to do last night?” Kei asked. He cupped her breasts, kneading them gently with her nipples caught firmly between his fingers.

  “Double wrap?” he asked.

  “So you don’t shoot the minute she sits on your cock.” Kei nuzzled behind her ear.

  Goosebumps rose up on her flesh. She watched Henry’s hands shake as he prepared the first condom. “Slower. Please. Roll it down slowly.” Watching Henry’s surprising length disappear behind yellow latex brought on another shiver. The second one, blue, went down a little easier than the first. That his cock had become neon green from the combination of the two colors tickled her sensibilities.

  He’s so damn adorably dorky, she thought.

  Kei slid a hand between her legs, and valiantly, she didn’t hump it. Then he lifted her, and she thought she come on the spot. She pressed against him with her nipple trapped and smashed in his other hand, and the weight of her body held up between her throbbing pussy and his hot, strong fingers.

  “Put a foot on his armrest. Let him see your pussy,” Kei told her as he lifted her over Henry.

  She obeyed, feeling decadent and naughty. Taking the hint, Henry knelt on the floor in front of the chair.

  Kei’s hand drifted off her, letting one finger sneak inside her to strum her clit. Parker moaned, tilting her hips to follow his wicked fingers, but he didn’t come back.

  “Touch her pussy. Explore it. Taste it,” Kei commanded, his voice gravelly and harsh against her neck. His moist fingers touched her ass from behind and Parker gasped.

  Henry petted her like a kitten, stroked the back of one finger over first one side, then the other. He leaned in, studying her pussy with interest. “I like it,” he said softly.

  Those sweet words shivered through her, bringing her to a dull ache of need. She’d be his first. It would be an initiation honor for her, and she’d have Kei’s hands on her where she wanted them. Well, not completely where, but she’d take it. Especially if his fingers dancing on her rosette were a foreshadowing of his intentions.

  Henry opened her pussy. “Does this hurt?”

  “No, Henry. It feels pretty great.”

  “I don’t know if I want to taste it,” he said dubiously.

  She giggled. “You don’t have to.”

  “You should try it. You might like it,” Kei said. His lips closed on her earlobe.

  Parker tilted her head to allow him easier access. His fingers took up rolling her nipple with light periodic pinches in concert with exploratory forays of his finger into her ass.

  “Henry,” Kei said. “I’m going to need a condom.”

  Oh, thank God!

  “One or two?”

  “Just one,” Kei said around her e
arlobe.

  Henry handed off the condom. Kei’s zipper shushed behind her and suddenly his hot, hard length coasted between her ass cheeks with a couple of gentle pumps. He pressed his moist tip to her ass then pulled away. Parker’s thighs quivered. She needed him so bad. Both of them.

  Henry’s thumb rubbed through her wet folds, and Parker keened softly. A new rush of moisture cooled on her labia. He sank a finger deep inside her. Her pussy tightened on him eagerly.

  “Oh! Wow!” Henry said.

  “You gettin’ it now? Imagine that squeezing your cock,” Kei told him.

  Henry pumped his finger a few times then pushed a finger on her clit.

  “Yes,” she encouraged.

  “Is that your clit?” Henry asked.

  “Yes.”

  “So if I decide to taste her, where do I start?” Henry asked.

  Kei chuckled low. “Anywhere. Keep coming back to that sweet button. Treat it like you did her nipple.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  Henry went straight for her clit, sucking long and deep. Parker bucked. Sound faded as though coming from a distance. The Henry hungrily lapped, sucked, rolled, nipped her clit. He seemed to enjoy her channel, pumping into it and rubbing the tip of his finger into the tight muscles.

  Parker’s cries surprised her. Kei braced her with an arm around her hips, plunged his finger into her ass and stretched the rosette.

  “Don’t buck him off, Sakura. Let him suckle through his thirst for you.” Then nudging his cock at her portal, he penetrated the tight ring of muscles. “Henry makes you so wet, he’s eased my entry.”

  Parker wrapped her arms behind his head, needing to hold something steadier than she. Her pussy quivered, her ass stretched pleasantly. Kei held still within her. He brought his hands to her breasts and twisted her nipples sharply.

  Parker screamed, the wave of orgasm now within reach and impossibly bigger than the lapping intense pleasure she already endured.

  “Don’t come,” he told her.

  “Please,” she begged.

  “No.” He twisted them again, pulling on them in the process. “Henry, add a finger. Take her clit hard.”

  Henry complied. Parker sobbed, tossed her head.

  Cupping her breasts, Kei pinched her tips fiercely. Pulled out and slammed into her ass. His balls touched her pussy.

  “Now,” he murmured huskily.

  Parker stiffened, her voice stilled, her breath caught, and orgasm pounded over her like a thousand pricks of electricity. Kei stroked rapidly into her, fucking her from behind, prolonging the ride until he emptied into her.

  Kei left her then, slipping from her ass and directing Henry back into his chair. Then he settled her firmly onto Henry’s engorged cock. The shock of one to the other had her trembling deep inside. His cock bumped her cervix, and Parker forgot to breathe.

  “Holy Mother of God!” Henry squeaked.

  “Don’t!” Kei said sharply.

  “I gotta,” Henry pled.

  “Don’t. You’ll miss the experience. Don’t lead her up to it only to come selfishly,” Kei warned. “It’s disrespectful.” He stroked his hand down her spine. “She’s sharing a special gift, hidden in her body. You don’t steal it. You accept it with careful coaxing.”

  Oh, fuck, the way he talked made her want to weep that he wasn’t the one coaxing her hidden gift—or whatever the fuck he’d said. She wouldn’t have complained if Henry had shot off, considering the awesome orgasm they’d just given her. But who am I to complain. Coax on!

  Henry held himself in check, admirably. He clawed at the underside of the chair and kept his eyes tightly closed.

  “Don’t move, Sakura,” Kei warned.

  Like she could.

  While they waited for Henry to find his tether, Kei’s hands smoothed over her shoulders, arms, back, belly, breasts. He stepped closer, pressing his undressed cock between her shoulder blades. Already he began to thicken. He’d removed the condom and she expected stickiness, but felt none. She wondered at that briefly, until his soothing hands began a renewed task of wakening her desire.

  Kei lifted her hair off the back of her neck. He kissed the formerly hidden spots, drugging her with tender seduction. “Fuck him,” he whispered into her shoulder. “Fuck him like you’re fucking me.”

  Her breath caught as she imagined what fucking Kei would be like. It would rough and tender, gentle and hard. Could she move on Henry like that without scaring him?

  Parker lifted, rolling her hips as she climbed his shaft, then sank to take him all. Henry moaned, grabbed for her breasts, mouthed her shoulder and jaw as sense lost to erotic insanity.

  Having just come, Parker watched his fervor with regret, knowing he’d climax before she did.

  Kei seemed to suspect the same, as he sank his fingers to the top of her mound and pressed, forcing her clit in direct contact with Henry’s shaft. He’d done the same the night before. She didn’t know which turned her on more—Kei’s hands on her or the fact that his touch implicitly demanded that she come.

  With his other hand, he twisted her long hair around in his fist and yanked her head backward. She rode Henry, reveling in the knowledge that Kei’s cock had firmed on her back. She stared up into his slitted gaze, watched his lips part when his body craved more air than he could draw normally. Unchecked emotion flitted across his face before he closed his eyes to her.

  “Whoa! Who-oa! I’m—I’m gonna—” Henry yelped.

  Parker fucked them both, enjoying the softer tremor of pleasure that shimmered through her pussy, milking Henry as he came in loud sputtering puffs. She rode him out, disappointed when Kei stepped back without coming, too. He tucked it away.

  For the first time, she saw that he’d removed his shirt and it lay wadded on the floor. Well, that explained the lack of wet on her back. “Wait. Kei,” she said, breathless from exertion.

  Kei shook his head. “This was for Henry. And for you.”

  “What about you?” she asked.

  “Later,” he promised.

  Parker looked to Henry. His head lay back on the chair and he was still breathing hard, his chest heaving and damp.

  “Wow. That was—wow.” He looked at her with wide eyes. “Amazing.”

  She smiled, lifted to her knees for a final kiss.

  “Oh, look, an orgy!” Dan hooted from the door. “Nothing like seeing ass after a tough day at the office.” Dan ran across the room and planted his face in her bottom. “These are a few of my favorite things!” he sang into her crack.

  “Jesus, man, I do not need to see you rimming her asshole,” Jaxon groused. “But damn, is naked pussy a sight for sore eyes. Thank you Fullerton University for screwing up the housing.”

  “I knew it was called FU for a reason,” Dan mumbled.

  Parker wiggled away from Dan’s questing tongue. “Your living blowup doll, I’m not.” Her swat landed with a pop on the side of Dan’s head.

  Kei had retreated, she noticed. Parker felt like crying. She wanted her later now.

  “I need a shower,” she said, climbing off Henry and heading for the bathroom.

  “Oh! I’ll come with,” Dan volunteered.

  “I can do this on my own,” she said.

  “By why when you have helping hands?” Dan asked, holding up both of his and wiggling his digits.

  “Dan. Space,” Kei said.

  “Shit!”

  Parker shut herself in the tiled room on Dan’s exclamation. She was so glad Kei had discouraged Dan. She liked the guys, appreciated the way they’d enjoyed each other’s bodies, but she hoped they didn’t think her pussy was their playground of O.

  “Hey, Dildo. Ever had your hole punched?” Dan asked.

  Dildo? Was he referring to Henry with his impressive size? Parker stifled a laugh. A couple of references like that around the right group of women and Henry would never have a lonely bed again.

  * * * *

  “Holy shit,” Henry said.

  “About
fucking time you had your rite of passage,” Dan remarked.

  “She didn’t taste like I thought she’d taste. I heard rumors it was fishy. Like old tuna sandwiches. That wasn’t true. At least, it wasn’t true for Parker. She tasted slightly floral. Her soap smells like lavender. Maybe that’s why,” Henry gushed.

  “Uh, Junior, that’s just too much information,” Jaxon said.

  “Why?” Dan asked. “We all either have or want to lap that pussy. Let the boy crow. He’s not a freak-of-nature virgin anymore.”

  “I’ve never seen a woman flip out like that. Do they all squirm when you play with their nipples and sucked on their clits?” Henry, still on his high, babbled on, not waiting for an answer from the others. “That was pretty cool. Kei you were right about that. She was wet. For me. She could have anyone. She had sex with me, and she liked it. Boy howdy, she liked it. She actually made sex noises and moved around like she almost couldn’t stand how great it was.”

  Dan and Jaxon exchanged looks.

  “Sounds like you were doing everything right,” Jaxon offered.

  Henry grinned and bobbed his head.

  Dan threw jeans at Henry’s head.

  “I’m a stud,” Henry said, grinning like a fool.

  “Easy, cowboy. You’ve had one ride,” Dan reminded him.

  “I know. I’m still a stud.”

  Jaxon laughed.

  Kei took a black sweater from his drawer and pulled the soft, loose cotton down over his head. Then securing his satchel across his chest, he stuffed his keys and his bus pass into his back pocket.

  He had to get out. Be out of there when she finished her shower and strutted back through the room in her naked perfection. Perhaps strut wasn’t the correct word. She moved more gently than that, with more grace.

  Kei ignored the sexual banter between his three roommates, choosing not to participate least it belittle the joining of their spirits to Parker’s. He knew his cultural beliefs were different. To them, it was sex. To him, it was linking of souls not to be taken lightly.

  Picking an elastic band from his dresser top, Kei pulled his hair into a short braid and left the dorm suite, unnoticed. The latch clicked into place and he found himself looking into the piercing blue-eyed gaze of their resident nosy body, Leo.

  “So, you’re all fucking her?” he asked.