by S. C. Adams
“Deathly afraid, huh?” he turns to me and asks.
“Oh!” Amy semi covers her mouth in surprise. “You didn’t tell him, did you?”
I shake my head.
“Does that mean just coming into Jaybird is like a horror movie for you?” Colt jokes.
“No,” I giggle. “I can be around bikes. It was more having to ride one that freaked me out. I mean, it used to anyway. I had a run-in with a bike when I was younger, but ever since that first ride with Nash, I haven’t been as jumpy about being on a bike.”
“The night that started it all,” Amy comments.
“Yeah, the night,” I echo, looking over at Nash. He’s taking a sip of his wine, looking at me with that unreadable expression he sometimes gets.
“You guys have absolutely no idea how much I love my new life,” Amy proclaims. “I thought I was living my best life before, but being at Colt’s back and call is my true passion.” Amy looks over at him and smiles. “I’ve never been more satisfied with absolutely everything.”
Nash decides to look over at me in that moment, and I can’t help but blush. The truth is, I feel the exact same way Amy does, which makes sense because we’re best friends. It wasn’t totally unsurprising to me that she could find herself so happy in a situation like this one.
Personally, I never thought I’d enjoy being a lady of leisure. I’ve always been a self-starter. Even before my parents died, I had this sort of independent thing going on. It only became more intense when I had to start taking care of everyone around me.
After all, I got myself through college, got my degree in accounting and was on my way to becoming a CPA while half-supporting my brother’s entire family.
I guess because I’ve been doing it for so long, I just thought that this is how life is. But I took to being Nash’s kept woman like a swan to water.
“Yeah, it’s been nice,” I murmur, agreeing with Amy’s statement. “It’s so nice to have someone take care of me for a change. This is the first time I haven’t been constantly stressed while worrying about real world stuff.”
Colt and Amy laugh politely, but Nash throws me another one of those unreadable looks. The rest of dinner is amazing, the conversation and wine flowing. It’s wonderful to catch up with my best friend and to see Nash laughing with his.
We eat as much as we can, but there are still quite a lot of leftovers. Brenda and I definitely overdid it earlier today. It’s okay though. We can just eat the leftovers throughout the week.
“That was amazing, Nellie. Thanks for doing this for us,” Colt compliments the food.
“Yeah, no problem. It was my pleasure.”
“Why don’t we go to the living and have a few more drinks?” Nash recommends. Everyone seems on board, and the four of us head that way. There’s a fully stocked bar out there, so we should be more than good.
Nash pours glasses of wine for me and Amy, and then some hard liquor for himself and Colt. We sit next to our respective partners on the couch.
“How long have you two gals known one another?” Colt asks.
“Oh,” I say, pushing the hair from my face, taking some time to think about it. “It has been a long while. Maybe middle school?” I look to Amy for reassurance.
“Yeah, we met in the sixth grade. My family had just moved to Fresno, and Nellie was like this one-woman welcoming committee. She was the first person who made me feel like this place could be my home.”
“Aww, thanks. You made me just as happy, too.” I smile at my friend, thinking about all the happy memories we have, and how they led us here. I turn to the male members of the party. “How did you guys meet?”
Colton and Nash shoot each other looks that makes me think it might not be the most PG story.
“We met each other a little later in life,” Colt starts.
“Yeah,” Nash adds. “We met maybe ten years ago. And honestly, I kind of hated this guy the first time I saw him.”
“Not gonna lie, I hated you, too.” Amy and I look at one another, totally shocked. They seem really buddy buddy now.
“What are you guys talking about? Why did you hate each other?” Amy asks. The guys make another face, but this one looks more like embarrassment.
“What? What is it?” I probe. Now I want to know more than ever.
“Okay, don’t judge us,” Nash starts.
Colt nods, looking sheepish.
“It was over a girl. Now I don’t want to get into details, but it was dumb, and it was stupid, but it all worked out in the end, so everything’s fine,” Colt grins.
“Yeah, it’s really not the big of a deal,” Nash adds on. I look between Nash and Colt before my eyes settle on Amy. She gives me the same look I’m giving her, and the two of us bust a gut.
Neither Nash nor Colt look particularly pleased with our helpless laughter, but they let us have our moment. I know they probably won’t get into the specifics right now, but I am beyond curious to know what exactly it was they were fighting over when it comes to this mystery woman. And then, how did they squash whatever beef was between them in order to get to a point where they could run a business together?
So many questions.
The laughter subsides, and we move on from that little distraction. The night is winding down, but we keep talking. There’s so much to talk about even if it is a lot of idle chitchat. I rest my head on Nash’s shoulder, finding comfort in his warm body.
Colt and Amy have kind of gotten into their own little conversation while looking deeply into one another’s eyes. Maybe they want to head home now. I’m sure they have fun plans of their own once they get home.
“Why don’t you move a little closer, baby?” Colt directs her in a low voice.
“Okay.” Amy snuggles so close to Colt that she’s practically in his lap. They might not even make it out of our driveway with how they’re going. Sure enough, I’m right.
Colt kisses Amy, starting with her lips and then moves down her face to her neck. She starts to softly moan and brings her hand down to his lap, which is when I notice his very sizable erection.
“Oh my,” I say to myself. They keep going, ramping it up more and more. I turn to Nash, alarm written all over my face.
“Let’s just watch a little,” he says softly in my ear. “It’ll be fun.”
I stare at him.
“Are you serious?”
He smiles, blue eyes gleaming.
“Sure, why not? They don’t mind.”
I turn back and see that Amy and Colt have moved quickly. They’ve evidently forgotten about our presence, or they don’t care because at the moment, Amy’s raised herself in Colt’s lap while facing him. The alpha male pulls her sopping pink panties to the side, and murmurs directions in her ear. Then my friend sinks down onto his throbbing pole, her head falling back as sheer bliss crosses her face.
“Ohhhh,” she moans while sliding down on his huge length. I can literally hear a wet squelching sound, and my eyes go even wider. Not to mention, my private parts are also heating up from this illicit show.
“Fuck,” Colt curses softly as Amy levers herself up again. We have the perfect view of his thick, pink tool reappearing from her tight folds, and I gasp because he’s shiny and wet with her arousal. My mouth drops open as I inhale sharply, but then Nash turns toward me.
“Let’s give them their privacy,” he whispers into my ear. I nod because I very much agree. I love my friend, and there’s a lot I would do for her, but I’ve seen enough. Not to mention the fact that now, I really want my man.
“Yeah, we can go,” I murmur.
Nash takes my hand, and we leave our friends in the living room to do their thing while heading upstairs to do ours.
15
Nash
The little impromptu session between Amy and Colt gave me an easy out to take Nellie upstairs. While my friend and I don’t usually perform in front of one another, we were loose and relaxed tonight. We were also in the company of two women who enjoy the lif
estyle, and who have adapted like ducks to water.
Nellie’s delicate fingers are wrapped around my palm. Her soft fingers always feel so marvelous against me. Her touch is always deliberate, letting me know how much she wants me. I can feel her pulse speeding up as we get higher and higher up the stairs.
I love how even after some time together, Nellie stays just as excited as the first time we got together. As do I. Being with her has been different than every other woman I’ve been with.
I might have to start thinking about what that means for us a little more. Do we have a future together? Is that part of the plan?
But tonight, I’m not going to delve into that. Instead, I’m going to fuck her thoroughly, and all I’m going to focus on is fucking her thoroughly.
We get to my bedroom door, and I push it open. Even though Nellie has her own room, she’s spent every night with me since getting here. And I haven’t minded a single moment of it.
I let Nellie go inside before me. I stay by the door and watch as she climbs on to the bed, tantalizing me with her soft curves. I look at every inch of creamy flesh, knowing I’m going to be inside of her within a few minutes.
“What do you want me to do for you?” she mewls while biting her bottom lip. There’s always a whole laundry list of what I want to do, but there’s something very specific I want to do tonight.
“Why don’t we start by warming you up a little.” I climb on top of her, pushing her down by her shoulder. Nellie hits the bed, and I kiss her, bringing my lips down her body.
“Nash?”
“Do you know,” I start, “how absolutely delectable you taste?” I kiss along the top of Nellie’s breasts, feeling her shuddering breaths. “I can’t believe how amazing you taste.” I push the thin fabric of her teddy to the side, unclasping the front clasp of her bra.
I continue to her nipple, wrapping my mouth around her hardened tit. She softly moans when I gently bite down.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes. I let my tongue explore her nipple, getting my first taste of her for the night. I move on to her other lush breast, not wanting to miss a single inch of her.
Once I’m down there, I move down to her stomach, allowing myself to inhale. Nellie’s a mix of a sweet, floral perfume she wears and her own natural scent, one that drives me absolutely crazy.
I get lower and lower until I reach her dripping pussy. She’s so wet, it’s gotten on to the bed. I can smell her arousal.
“Is this just for me?” I ask, pushing her panties aside and sliding two fingers into her. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
Nellie lets out a strained grunt, her back arching.
“Beautiful,” I whisper. I let my fingers move in and out of her, twisting around the inside of her pussy, feeling her tightening around my digits.
I don’t waste too much time and bend down to slip my tongue into her folds. She’s sweeter than honey. I’ll never get tired of tasting her.
“Fuck,” she sighs.
I keep going, using my fingers and tongue in conjunction. Her legs fall open giving me even more access to her glorious sweet spot. I move my fingers even faster, adding a third, while sucking on her clit with more ferocity.
Her nails dig into the covers, the blankets bunching up in her fists. Her body undulating is the most erotic thing I have ever seen. Her response to me gets me off in ways that send shivers down my spine.
My erection is straining in my pants, but I’m fully focused on bringing Nellie to her release.
“Oh my god!” she screams suddenly. Her body contorts, twisting back and forth. Her legs squeeze as I get deeper and deeper inside of her. “Nash, I’m going to –.” But Nellie doesn’t finish her sentence, instead coming into my mouth, her juices dripping down my throat. I lick them all up, reveling in her nectar.
“Perfection,” I whisper against her.
When she stops shaking, I go back up her body and kiss her, pushing my tongue into her mouth. I want her to sample how sweet she is on my tongue. Her arms and legs wrap around me, pulling us closer together.
I pick up my head and cup her cheek, swiping my hand along the top of her cheek.
“Do you want to try something new?” I growl.
“What is it?”
I sit her up.
“You’re going to have to turn around.” Nellie gives me a curious look but does what I want. She’s languid and still flushed. She faces the other way, starting on her knees. She then places her palms on the covers, so she’s on all fours. “Good girl,” I say and slap her ass.
“Hey!” Nellie gasps.
“I couldn’t help myself,” I say, holding up my hands.
“It’s okay,” she smirks. “Actually, I wouldn’t totally mind if you did it again.”
“You little minx.” I give her another smack, the second one a little bit harder. She grunts, her body starting forward a little bit.
I get behind her, kneeling.
“Have you ever,” I start, placing my hand in the crease of her ass, “had anyone in this tight ass of yours?”
“No,” Nellie swallows. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Okay,” I reply while unzipping my jeans. “Does it sound like something you’d like to do tonight?”
“Yes,” she breathes. That’s all I need to move forward.
I’m hard as a rock, and am desperate to relieve the pressure that has mounted. I pull my pants down and grunt when my hard shaft springs out. My erection looks angry and ready to be buried in her ass, but I can’t be too hasty.
I go back to rubbing between Nellie’s cheeks. If this is her first time, then I’ll need to prime her a little bit.
I place two fingers in my mouth, getting them wet, and then I slowly insert one into her asshole.
“Oooh,” Nellie winces.
“Is that okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine. It’s just different.”
“Take a deep breath and relax.” I watch as Nellie follows my instructions. Her body pushes back this time, pulling my finger deeper into her ass. “Good girl. I’m going to put in another finger, okay?”
Nellie grunts in agreement. I put in a second finger and I twist them around, doing what I can to widen Nellie up. I don’t want this to hurt, but I can’t do the impossible either. Nellie is already tight as fuck with just my two fingers inside of her.
I’ll make it as comfortable for her as I possibly can.
She groans as I continue to move my fingers in and out of her. Watching her ass bounce back and forth is eating at my resolve. I like to think of myself as a strong man, but Nellie can bring me to my knees.
“Jesus fuck,” I mumble to myself. I’m at the end of my rope. I remove my fingers and replace them with the tip of my aching rod. I position my head right at her pucker, pushing in ever so slightly. “Are you ready?” I rumble.
Nellie adjusts her position and then nods, her hands balled into fists against the mattress. Her large breasts are smashed against the coverlet, and her white peach is poised in the air, round and delicious.
“Go ahead,” she breathes.
I grab her hips with my other hand, gripping onto her tightly. My head breaches her walls and her ass clutches around me. I can feel the tension in Nellie’s muscles.
“Take another deep breath, baby. In and out.”
“Mm-hm,” she nods. Nellie lets out a long stream of air, her body noticeably calming down. I’m able to push in ever further, my fingers digging into her waist.
“Are you okay?”
“Keep going, keep going.”
Her bottom is squeezing the life out of me, and soon, I’m fully embedded. I go slow at first, but then Nellie’s strained grunts turn into screams of pleasure as I pound in and out of her ass. My balls slap against her nub, our skin slick with sweat.
“Touch yourself,” I demand. Nellie brings her fingers to her clit, stimulating herself. Her back arches as her fingers massage that pleasure point.
I wrap my fingers in h
er curly hair, pulling it back. Nellie lets out a hiss but doesn’t stop fingering herself. I keep fucking her, holding off on my own release, wanting my girl to come first. She starts to shudder, her arms unable to hold her body up any longer. Her hand drops from her pussy, so I take my hand from her hair and reach around to draw circles on her clit myself. She pushes her cheek into the covers, popping her butt up even more.
“Nash!” she screams right before her walls undulate around me, massaging my shaft so that I spill inside of her. A long stream of come shoots out of me and into her gaping asshole. I double over on top of her, holding myself up with one arm. I use my other hand to grab a breast, squeezing as I do a few more lazy pumps, riding her until she’s taken every last drop from inside of me.
We stay in our double-overed position, catching our breath. Her back pushes up and down as she pulls in deep breaths. The AC cools down the sweat on our bodies, doing a little something to dissipate this heat.
Once we’re both calm enough, I roll off Nellie. I lie down with my back on the bed, pushing the covers down so Nellie and I can get under them. Nellie is beside me in an instant and snuggles up to my shoulder, resting her hand on my chest.
“How do you feel, baby? You did wonderful.”
“I feel amazing,” she murmurs, kissing me on the cheek. Her soft lips press into my skin. “You always make me feel so good, Nash.”
“You feel good, sweetheart.”
She smiles and pushes herself against me even more. Her fingers draw little circles on my chest.
“Did you have fun tonight? With Colt and Amy and the meal? I wonder if they’re still downstairs.” Nellie looks up at me with her big doe eyes.
I let out a chuckle.
“Yeah, you did a good job, baby. You’re a great cook. And don’t worry about them – they’ll let themselves out.”
“Thank you,” she blushes. “Sorry if I got way too caught up in the planning. Sometimes I get a little too flustered, and it starts going to my head, and then I’m all stressed out. It just ends up being a big mess. I hope I wasn’t too annoying.” I smooth her hair down, tucking it behind her ear.