Page 9
Author: Olivia Cunning
His eyes opened and he rubbed his face against his pillow, his mouth open. Wow, he looked sexy. Did she look that sexy to him? She lowered her hand and cupped her mound through her pajama bottoms. She was hot. And getting wet. It took a lot to get her wet, but that look on his face had her fluids flowing freely. She wanted to touch herself while Eric touched himself. And she wanted him to see her do it.
She glanced at the bunk above Eric’s where Jace slept to make sure his curtain was closed completely. Heart thudding with excitement, Rebekah pushed her curtain open farther. She glanced across the aisle, waiting for Eric to reciprocate. He watched her, his head tilted back slightly, his arm still moving with the same rhythm, but he didn’t open his curtain, didn’t show her what she wanted to see. She could tease too.
Rebekah removed her tank top and matching pajama bottoms, leaving her in nothing but her panties. She rolled onto her side, presenting her back to Eric. She played with her breasts, not sure which excited her more: knowing he was watching, or the actual attention she paid to her flesh. Okay, who was she kidding? Knowing he was watching was all the appeal.
She heard his curtain slide. She looked over her shoulder wondering if he’d shut her out. No, he’d opened it farther. She could see Eric’s navel now and his forearm moving against his belly as he stroked his cock, but she still couldn’t see what she really wanted to see.
Her back still to Eric, she ran one hand over her ass. Eric sucked a breath through his teeth. He liked that, did he? Would he like to see more?
She rolled to face him and thrust her breasts forward, rubbing her hands over her belly, sides, and hips with a featherlight touch. When she covered her mound with one hand and squeezed, Eric’s entire body jerked with excitement. She wanted to show him more. Show him everything.
Rebekah eased her panties down her thighs, removed them, and tossed them across the aisle into Eric’s bunk. His breath caught. He picked up her panties with his free hand and pressed them to his nose. He inhaled deeply and then shuddered.
“Oh dear God,” he groaned.
Trembling, Rebekah spread her thighs and tested her excitement. Her pussy was delightfully wet. Her lips swollen and achy. She brushed two fingers against her clit and jerked with excitement. She hadn’t been this worked up since before her surgery. The doctor had said she’d never get her sex drive back. Heh, wrong, Doctor Dumbass.
Rebekah rubbed her breast with one hand, the excited flesh between her thighs with the other. Her pleasure built until she was writhing with excitement in her bunk. Oh. Oh? Was she going to come? She couldn’t do that anymore, could she? She hadn’t been able to with Isaac after her hysterectomy. Don’t think about him, she chastised herself.
Rebekah rolled onto her back and ran her hands down over her belly and between her thighs. She opened her legs and slid two fingers inside her pussy. She was so wet. Couldn’t remember ever being this turned on. She wanted Eric to see. To see her plunging her fingers into her own body. She turned around in her bed so that her head was at the foot and rolled onto her stomach, trying to find a position where he would be able to see the most. She moved her bent legs up under her belly, her knees just under her ribs, and spread her legs wide.
“So beautiful,” he murmured.
She moved her arm beneath her body, down its center, between her legs. She stroked at her throbbing clit, undulating her hips in excitement. Could he see what she was doing? She plunged her fingers deep inside, and Eric cursed under his breath. Oh yeah, he could see everything. She turned her head, her left cheek pressed against her mattress so she could watch his face. Her excitement built as she stroked her clit and drove her fingers deep into her slick passage. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as her body convulsed with release. She felt the clenching of her pussy around her fingers as the ripples of pleasure pulsed through her. Rebekah collapsed and stretched out on her side, still trembling with the aftereffects of her orgasm. The first she’d had in a long time. Way too fucking long.
Eric pushed his curtain back, revealing his long cock. She watched him stroke himself for several minutes, his fingers wrapped around his flesh, drawing up and down its length with gentle, fast strokes. She strained her ears to hear the sounds of flesh on flesh and the excited hitch in his breath. She had the sudden urge to want to come with him. She opened her legs again and stroked her clit with the same rhythm he used. She decided watching the look on his face was almost as sexy as watching his hand slide over his cock, almost as sexy as thinking about it between her lips. She sucked on the fingers of her free hand, wanting him in her mouth, wondering what his cum would taste like. She slid the fingers of her other hand in and out of her pussy, imagining him thrusting into her, longing to have his slim hips between her quaking thighs. The involuntary arch in Eric’s back told her he was close to release. She stroked her clit more vigorously, afraid she’d miss her chance to come with him. Watching the fluids erupt from his body, watching him catch his cum in his free hand, watching him rub it over his cock from tip to base while he stared at her through half-lowered lids sent her over the edge. She cried out as a second orgasm pulsed through her body.
The curtain above her opened, and Trey’s face appeared upside down over the edge of his bunk. “What are you doing down there?” His eyes drifted over her nude body, to the fingers she still had buried in her pussy. “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. ” He flipped himself out of his bunk and onto the floor. Still senseless with spent desire, she watched Trey reach in his bunk. She couldn’t figure out why he was inserting a metal stud through his tongue and securing it in place with a metallic ball. Couldn’t figure it out until he leaned over her body and buried his face between her thighs. He rubbed the bit of metal over her clit, and she cried out in surprise. She grabbed two fistfuls of his longish hair, intending to push him away, but within seconds she was too busy writhing in pleasure to consider stopping him.
Trey’s tongue flicked against her with such perfectly timed precision, she became delirious. Rebekah shook her head side to side, knowing this much pleasure must be wrong. Trey’s hands glided up her body, hands skimming over her heated flesh. Goose bumps rose along his gentle paths. Her panting became gasping and then moaning. She had no sense of place.
Trey’s thumbs brushed over both nipples, and she cried out.
“Will you two take it to the bedroom and shut the fucking door?” Sed yelled from his bunk.
Trey lifted his head and Rebekah cried out again, this time in protest. He placed a kiss along the inner ridge of her hip bone. “Come on,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. For her. Trey Mills wanted her. She couldn’t quite grasp the concept.
Trey climbed to his feet, and her eyes fell on the tent in his shorts. Trey was hard. Excited by her body. A surge of lust flooded the apex of her thighs, and she shuddered. He offered her a hand and helped her to her feet.
“You coming, Eric?” Trey asked, catching Eric’s eye and nodding toward the bedroom.
Rebekah’s heart lurched. “What?”
“He likes to watch. You want him to, don’t you?”
She stared at Eric, who was still lounging in his bunk. She couldn’t read his expression. Bewilderment? Frustration? “Yeah. I want him. ”
Trey tugged Rebekah toward the bedroom at the back of the bus.
Chapter 8
Eric jerked the curtain of his bunk closed and buried his head under his pillow. He wanted her. Rebekah. Wanted to watch her touch herself again. Damn, that had been so hot. He’d seen a lot of things in his day, well, mostly his nights, but watching Rebekah pleasure herself had turned him on like nothing in his experience. He didn’t only want to watch her though. He wanted to touch her. Kiss her. Taste her. Smell her. Hold her. Laugh with her. Cry with her. He wanted her. And she wanted fucking Trey. Everyone wanted fucking Trey.
Eric yelled, “Fuck!” into his pillow and tossed it aside.
He knew it would be pure torture to watch Trey touch Rebekah, taste her, make love to her. Watch Trey do all the things he wanted to do. But Eric couldn’t resist her invitation. He knew she meant to say that she wanted him to watch, not that she actually wanted him, but Eric couldn’t help but get his hopes up. When Trey was finished with her, Eric could try to scrape together whatever was left of her and make it his. It had never worked in the past, but maybe this time would be different.
Eric tugged his boxer briefs up his thighs and tucked his half-hard cock into his underwear and down his thigh. He shouldn’t have jacked off in front of Rebekah. She probably thought he was some desperate loser. He located her panties and hid them under his pillow before yanking his curtain open and climbing from his bunk. He found his book on the floor and shoved that under his pillow as well, before padding down the corridor toward the open bedroom door. He could already hear Rebekah’s sighs of delight.
Frozen on the threshold, Eric stared at the bed. Rebekah lay sprawled on her back, her arms spread wide as she clung to the bedclothes, her back arched to thrust the perfect globes of her breasts upward. Her eyes were closed tightly, but her mouth hung open in blissful abandon. Whatever Trey was doing to the flesh between her legs must have felt fucking amazing.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she cried. “I’m coming. I’m coming!”
Eric’s mouth went dry, his dick hard.
“Close the door!” Sed insisted, and a spare pillow hit Eric in the back of the head.
Eric stumbled over the threshold, closed the door, and leaned his back against its cold surface for support.
He could smell Rebekah’s excitement—the musky scent of her wet pussy—like the scent of her panties, yet more pronounced. Eric shuddered and pressed his cock against his thigh so he didn’t yank it out of his drawers and start jerking it again.
Trey lifted his head and glanced over his shoulder at Eric. “There you are. Come over here where you can see. ”
Eric hesitated, sparing a glance at Rebekah’s flushed face for signs of protest. She gazed at him through lowered lids, biting her lip as she wriggled her hips in anticipation of Trey’s pierced tongue. When Eric didn’t make a move, she beckoned him closer with two fingers.
Eric sprinted to the end of the bed and came to a sudden halt next to Trey. Trey grabbed Rebekah by the hips, tugged her to the bottom of the bed, and spread her legs wide.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Trey murmured. He traced the slick skin of her red and swollen inner folds with one finger.
“Yes,” Eric agreed. Eric’s dick twitched as Trey’s finger continued to explore Rebekah’s excited flesh.
“She’s hot,” Trey said.
“Yes. ”
“Wet. ”
Eric nodded. Her pussy was so wet, her juices were trickling from her inner folds over her ass. Kneeling on the floor between Rebekah’s parted thighs, Trey leaned forward and rubbed the stud in his tongue along one slippery lip. Her hips buckled. The other lip now. He slipped the tip of his tongue inside her, and she cried out. Eric couldn’t stand it. He slipped a hand into his underwear and held the hot flesh of his cock, squeezing its head to try to abate his excitement.
Trey’s tongue slid from her pussy and flicked over her clit. Rebekah cried out and grabbed Trey’s head with both hands. “Oh God, Trey. Lick it fast. Fast and harder!” As she pressed Trey’s face against her, her arms blocked Eric’s view, which was probably a blessing in disguise.
Trey captured her hands and linked his fingers through hers. He eased her hands away so Eric could see Trey’s tongue flicking that little metal ball of delight over her swollen clit.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!” Rebekah cried, each syllable growing louder and higher pitched. When her hips buckled, Trey plunged his tongue inside her. He twirled his tongue, his piercing tracing the rim of her opening in wide arcs. She sputtered and fought to free her hands from his.