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"Why you so quiet?”

Even with the bass of the music becoming a second pulse in your body, he still noticed your sudden silence. You were a woman of words. Yet, in this lively moment, you couldn't bring yourself to live up to those standards.

He was Cameron Cade, an idol to many, but to you, someone you considered a soulmate. You two shared many moments, thoughts, laughter, and love over the past three years. Building each other up and giving unconditional love was the standard for you two. Cameron was introduced to you by a close friend interning with the San Antonio Saviors. You weren’t into sports, but you couldn’t turn down the opportunity to meet his fine ass.

To say dating Cameron was fun was an understatement. You didn’t expect that courting from someone like him. Shallow? Perhaps, but you knew how niggas could act when they were as prominent as he was. He was genuine, to say the least, a man of action and someone who always knew what to say. Even when you two became official, the effort never stopped. Y’all’s relationship stood on the terms of private but not a secret.

Although you had a guard on your heart at first, it was difficult not to fall.

The question brought you back to your reality rather than to the perplexity of your mental state. Your focus shifted to the man in question. Your warm eyes met his cool ones, filled with the same question that fell from his lips.

A blink turns into two before words finally meet you.

“I’m good. I was thinking,” you say, leaning into his ear.

Not a lie but missing the fine details you normally felt safe sharing. Cameron made you feel safe, but you couldn’t help thinking about the possibility of judgment.

The truth was that your brain was frazzled, not just from the hour of pregaming prior, but because of the presence of someone who had once taken Cameron's place. Despite the dark setting of the lounge hosting one of the many homecoming festivities that night, you couldn’t help but notice her when she walked through the overwhelming number of bodies, trailing behind her line of friends. And because you noticed her, you knew it was only a matter of time before she noticed you.

Cameron tilted his head, nonverbally signaling he was looking for more than that vague answer. You lean back, meeting his eyes again. He held the contact, almost like he was reading the unspoken words from inside your eyes. But luckily for you, he didn’t press his curiosity. His attention focused on a question from his friend, the boyfriend of one of your friends, Elijah, instead, making you release a breath you didn’t notice you held.

Before you could enter your head again, the slow, sensual beat of 3am by Loe Shimmy ft Don Toliver filled your ears and possessed your body, making it sway to the beat.

“OHHH this your shit girllll!” Your homegirl Nadia hollered.

Nadia loomed over you from her position on the couch, accompanied by a few of your other friends, all equally intoxicated. She helped you up and started mimicking your earlier action. Together, you both sang the lyrics as if you owned a share of the rights. You brought your phone out to capture the moment; filming you two, cheek to cheek, body to body, not caring about the way you two looked at that moment.

Almost like the DJ knew your playlist; each song transitioned to something that kept you and your girls up. Soon the hype died down, mostly because y’all were tired and ready to take another shot.

You sat down, facing inward in the section, Cameron to your right, talking dramatically to Elijah and Nadia, when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You were met with the sight of that beautiful face, the one you hadn’t seen up close in a long while.

…

Soraya Monroe, a lovely name that reflected her own beauty. At 5’8, she was always dressed in a way that made it clear she was passionate about it. Sweet and alluring yet resilient and assertive. Deep brown skin that always carried a fragrant scent of vanilla and shea, a scent combo that ingrained so many memories.

You met her as you walked through a crowded courtyard on a warm, breezy Wednesday afternoon. You were a freshman; she was a sophomore. It was the start of the fall semester, with tables showcasing organizations, clubs, and vendors. At the Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity, Inc. table, Soraya wore a crown and sash reading “Miss Krimson and Kreme 20XX”; her striking face and smile captivated you. She persuaded you to join an activity and bantered lightly before you moved on. 

By the end of the school year, you both were working to make your relationship official. It continued throughout your final years of college, until, once she graduated, the distance between you two seemed to cause more harm than good.

She was your first love, no doubt. Soraya was a breath of fresh air, a prime example of the ideal college lover.

…

“Damn, it's been a minute! How are you?” Soraya yelled to be heard over the music. She leaned in to initiate a hug, which you welcomed almost instantly; you were met with the warm scent of mature, caramelized vanilla replacing the scent that lingered in your memories.

“I’m good it's been forever! How are you?” You pulled back from the hug, admiring how the colored lights reflected off her rich brown skin. You could say you had a type for good-looking people.

“I’m doing well," she said with a smile in her eyes. “My mom asked about you recently, so I was hoping to see you around," she admitted, tilting her head to the side, letting her eyes roam your figure. That made you smile a little, not sure whether it was the mention of her mom or the way she looked at you. You didn’t get to let it linger in your head too much before your friends pulled her over to greet her.

 “Who is that?” Cameron asked, leaning over to you.

“Soraya,” you replied, pulling your dress down as if it would get rid of your nerves.

Your college love story wasn’t a secret. In the earlier stages of your relationship, Cameron asked you whether you had ever been in love, you told him about her. Honestly, it was impossible to talk about undergrad without her being mentioned at least twice.

Cameron hummed softly, glancing at her as she engaged with your friends. Soraya turned her attention back to you, now aware of the man sitting beside you. Cameron's presence was noticeable, hard to miss at 6’5, but in your presence, she could care less about who else was around.

“Soraya, this my boyfriend Cameron. Cameron, this is Soraya,” despite stating the obvious, you still felt the need to make a proper introduction. They both greeted each other with smiles and waves. The interaction seemed almost surreal. You never would have thought it would happen.

“Nice to finally put a face to a name,” Cameron said in a tone you knew well. He was teasing, looking for a reaction. Soraya read people well, so it wasn’t surprising when she returned the same glint.

“Is that right?” she hummed, her eyes focusing solely on you again. “You be talkin' bout me?

It wasn’t just what she said. It was how she said it. Soraya had a natural way with words and a charm that her momma would say could "convince someone to take a charge for her." Did you have a type for people like that?

Many would agree, because Cameron also had that trait. You were a sucker for smooth talk.

A more sober you would’ve shied away from the question, responding with something to soothe the burning in your ears. You suck your teeth instead: “Girl, please, like you anybody to talk bout,” you playfully roll your eyes before grabbing a cup from the table to fill with water.

“Your mouth still slick as fuck, don’t be acting brand new in front of your lil boyfriend,” she sent a dismissive wave your way, eliciting a chuckle out of Cameron. She continued, “I be hearing you ask bout me, so I must be sumn to talk about.”

You cover a laugh with a sip from your cup. She was right. You have asked about her from time to time. Y’all had multiple friends you both shared. It wasn’t any beef between y’all, but it never crossed your mind to just text or call.

After a brief back-and-forth between you two, she was dragged away to stroll with her sisters. 

Cameron was thoroughly entertained, even though he had to lean in to hear most of the conversation. He could see how she got you; she was, to say the least, enticing.

The night progressed, and the music kept getting slower and more lustful. You stopped drinking, knowing your limit and that you wanted something other than a blackout tonight. Between the liquor and the music, you didn’t know which sparked that sensual need in you first.

Cameron looked good and smelled good, and you wanted nothing more than a taste.

PartyNextDoor's voice sang the lyrics of his song 'Deeper,' drawing you deeper into that craving sensation.

 The rhythm of your waist matched the beat of the song, your body connecting itself to Cameron’s. You were bent over with your hands on the table in front of you, while Cameron, leaning back on the couch, watched from behind. His hand shifted from holding your hips to rubbing down the side of your legs. Despite your friends and onlookers cheering you on, you were in your own world. You were focused on chocolate brown eyes, instead of the blue-hazel ones of the man behind you.  She held your gaze, her teeth slowly biting the inside of her lip. She stood a few feet away, sipping on a cup full of some cocktail, swaying to the beat of the song but not like how you were showing out. You smirked a little before slowly bringing yourself up, deciding to stay seated on Cameron’s lap.

“You should’ve just gone over there and did that shit on her,” Cameron said, pressing a knuckle under your chin to bring your ear to his mouth.

You jerked your head back.

“What you mean?” You blurted.

Was it that obvious? You didn’t mean for it to be. Your dazed mind began to scramble for an apology. Cameron let out a breathy laugh, his lips twitched up into a smirk.

“I ain’t slow baby, I seen that shit. You showing out for her ain’t it?”  

“It’s not like that. I wasn’t trying to dis-“

Cameron pressed a kiss to your lip, stopping you from overexplaining. Although your sexuality was fluid, you didn’t conform to the double standards of “since it’s a woman, it doesn’t count as cheating,”.

“Nah, you acting out for her. You wanted her to see that shit, and now you got her attention,” his words had a provocative undertone to them. That tone triggered a natural arousal response in your body because of years of his conditioning.

The last statement made you look over at her again. Just as Cameron said, you were met with the sight of her gaze once again being on you. She teasingly tilted her head to the side as she finished her drink, as if challenging you. In that moment, you had to remind yourself that other people were around, and you knew your friends wouldn’t take long to put two and two together. Your eyes drifted away, landing on the other people occupying the section. Everybody was still enjoying the music and being together.

So many thoughts flooded your mind. You needed to make it clear that it wasn’t just the liquor whispering devilishly now. That craving persisted, no matter how quickly you tried to reprimand it.

“You imagining that shit ain’t you? What you tryna do, huh baby?”  he directed his words to your soul. Cameron always encouraged you to express your wants and desires openly. While it hadn’t been an issue in your relationship for a while, it now seemed like a taboo.

“Now you quiet.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, it irritated you. “You acting scary as fuck right now. I thought you wanted to show out.”

You hummed along to the slow R&B song playing in the black truck as the streetlights and car headlights became the only sources of illumination. Your back pressed into Cam’s side, his arm falling over your left shoulder and into your lap, where your fingers intertwined. Your eyes were closed, soaking in the feeling of acrylic-covered fingertips tracing lazy shapes across your knee. You wondered whether the driver could sense the heat coming from behind.

The car slowed, pulling into the driveway of Soraya’s house. Almost coincidental that she moved to the city a year ago. Maybe the night was meant to be.

Her house felt cozy, and even without meeting its owner, it was clear a Black woman lived there.

After the short decision of reassurance, you found yourself sitting between them again, but this time the desire, the need was undeniable.

Cameron's soft lips were on yours. He guided you with a hand around your throat. Nothing but the slow, sensual glide of tongue. Eagerness from you, control from him. Soraya watched the movement, pressing her body into yours for a clear view. Her eyes were low with lust. Her plush bottom lip caught between her teeth. Her fingertips trailed up your thigh, lifting the fabric of your dress a bit before her hands settled on top of Cameron's.

"Don't be so stingy, Cam," she drawled, whining his name just a little. His ear perked at the sound of it leaving her lips. For a moment or two, their eyes met, lust glazing their irises.

The man's hand left your neck and rested on your cheeks instead. Your cheeks puffed up slightly under his touch as he turned your head toward her. Your lips locked immediately, and the kiss felt needier, more lewd.

Cameron's hand moved down, reclaiming his dominance by gripping your right thigh and pulling it over his. You clenched out of instinct but relaxed into the position as his hand lifted your dress to your hips.

His middle and ring finger pressed into the fabric of your wet panties. Long, manicured fingers rubbed slowly, applying more pressure where your clit thumped.

Soraya's lips filtered the moan you let out. Your fingers dug into the velvety, soft cushion underneath you. She moved her lips away a bit, sticking her tongue out, prompting you to do the same, turning the kiss nastier than it was before.

Reluctantly, she pulled away from you, a string of spit following the departure. She looked down to where Cameron's fingertips controlled the whine of your waist. Her gaze followed the man's tanned arm, his untouched neck, finally landing on his eyes. She admired how delectable the man looked.

"I wanna see how wet she is," she said in a demanding tone, the sharpness softened by a smooth purr.

"Ion do that demanding shit. You better ask the right way.” His demeanor became stricter, but he was still searching for a sign of discomfort in her.

The demand triggered the same reaction in the women. Your attention shifts between their faces, indulging the feeling of being an outsider.

Soraya licked her lips and tilted her head with an innocent look, a pout forming on her attractive face. "Can I see her pretty pussy, please daddy?"

Soraya knew exactly how to get her way.

Her nasty words sent a chill over your body, igniting more heat and need against the fingers that had stopped moving. Cameron's jaw flexed as his pink lips slid between his teeth while he digested her words. She was going to be the death of you both.

The pout of her lips lured him in. The kiss was heated, almost too natural to be their first. The view of them turned you on more. Cameron pulled back, smirking at the way she followed him.

“You got a nasty ass mouth.”

He provided her with the view she desired, but not before suggesting that you all move out of the living room.

You ended up with your back to his chest, trembling hands holding the back of your knees, making sure to keep them out of the way. Cameron leaned back slightly on the ottoman bench in front of Soraya’s bed, once again holding you close with a hand around your neck. Two thick fingers fucking deep into your creaming pussy, the sound of it, along with your moans and whines, filled the warm yet cool conditioned air.

Your body was now fully exposed, bare under their hungry gazes. Your head lulled back into the man's still-clothed shoulder. Your wetness created a wet spot on the crotch of his jeans. It didn’t bother him, and it wasn’t even a thought to you.

Soraya sat back on her knees, her hands braced against Cam’s knees, her eyes focused on the mess you were making. She was just as exposed, having been told to be so after she undressed you. Her skin reflected the low, warm glow from her lamp. She was waiting for the opportunity to taste you. Her brain reminded her of the old days, the days when she would have you spread out on a twin XL with a hand covering your mouth so your roommates wouldn’t hear.

As if he read her mind, Cameron pulled his fingers out of you and placed them to her lips, but not before sending a smack to your glistening heat. Her lips wrapped around them, savoring the taste, wanting more. She removed them in a teasing manner before leaning forward, pressing an eager tongue against you.

“What I told yo’ ass about asking?” his spit-covered finger wrapped around her mid-high bun, instantly pulling her back. “It’s cool, you gon learn tonight. Ain’t that right baby?” One thing bout Cameron is he never played that shit. And you knew he meant every word he said. You naturally had a slick mouth and your mother’s attitude. You had plenty of stories about being put through the mattress by that man.

“Ohhhh fuckkkk daddyyy. Pleaseee it's too much!”

Cameron’s fingers return to the punishing pace deep inside you, but this time his tongue helps him devour you. His free arm curled around your thigh, keeping you in place. Your left hand scrambled to ground you while your right held onto the back of Soraya's head as her tongue traced your brown areolas.

Cameron cherished the view, wanting to frame it.  The view of you, trembling from overstimulation, a deep crease between your brows, your brown skin taking on a golden hue in the light, and of Soraya, her plush lips wrapped around his lover’s nipple as her fingers found their way to her own mess. The pastel blue color of her nails complementing the deep pink between her fat, slick-covered pussy lips.

Your second orgasm overwhelmed you, causing a deep curve in your spine; the beauty of your brown irises no longer visible as you moaned, filling the space of the room. The vibration of Cameron’s drawn-out groan sent a jolt up your spine as his finger coaxed you through it.

You grabbed his face, body still winding down from the pleasure you endured, relishing the taste of yourself on his tongue.

Soraya expressed her feeling of being left out with a small whine, her fingers trying to soothe the ache of her clit. Your lips left Cameron’s, taking in the view of the girl’s curvaceous body, her lips slightly swollen from the assault of her teeth. Or yours, shit, maybe Cam’s.

“You so pretty Raya. I want you so bad.” You shifted your focus to Cameron, pushing a peak to his lips silently asking for permission before you vocalized it.

In an instant, Soraya took your place, lying down, knees pressed to her shoulders as her nails created indents on the skin of her ankles, spreading herself for you. The disgusting sound of slurping and muffled moaning came from you as you lost yourself in her sweet essence.

Your lips sucked on her clit before releasing it and flicking your tongue against it. Your fingers curled inside of her, settling to a rhythm that had her dripping, creating a puddle underneath her. Her body fought the urge to move her hands to pull you closer to her. Despite it being years since you last ate pussy, you were still an eater. 

The intensity of the scene had Cameron, now standing on the side of the bed after undressing himself, wrapping a hand around the base of his thick and heavy dick. Cameron knew how nasty you could be, but this was new for him. The captivating view of your back, lying flat on your stomach on the crème-colored comforter, forms a striking contrast with your brown skin. Your focused side profile links you to the woman who is contorting herself to indulge in the pleasure you gave her. Soraya's beautiful face held a pleading look. Her eyebrows knit together deeply as her watery eyes lock onto yours. Her nose wrinkled and her top lip was clenched between her teeth to silence her cries.

“I’m bout to fucking c-cumm! Uh huh, just like that babyyy.” Cameron flinched at the loud pitch of her sudden revelation. The sultry sound of her moans went straight to his dick, causing it to bob instinctively.  Soraya's ankles slipped from her hold, dropping to grind her heels into the covers as her walls contracted against your fingers. You sucked softly on her clit as you eased her down from her climax.  You pushed yourself up, ready to attach your lips to her, but Cameron stopped you.

“Bring yo’ ass over here,” he said in a tone that left no room for disagreement.

You crawled over to him, eyes admiring the view of his sculpted body for a bit. A harsh hand clutched your cheeks, tugging you up, knees digging into the soft mattress, to his lips as he ravaged the taste of Soraya off you. He had to lean over a bit to meet you, his length brushing against your thigh, gaining the attention of your soft hand. Your palm curled around it, none of your fingers meeting the tip of your thumb. You held the weight of it as Cameron disconnected his lips from yours. His opposing hand collided with your ass cheek, causing a recoil from the impact, making you buckle against him.

“Open yo’ mouth, stick that fucking tongue out,” you obeyed, allowing a string of spit to leave his mouth and land on your tongue. Swallowing before a hand on your throat pushed you back, not enough for you to fall back on the bed, just creating distance. Your hand still connected you to him.

You looked down at the space between you two, taking in the sight of the man’s throbbing length, aching for attention. He was thick from base to tip, his tip mirroring the rosy pinkness of his lips—a slight curve to the right that angled just right to make you leave your soul on it.

“You gon show yo’ lil girlfriend how to take this shit? Show her how nasty you get for it?” Soraya perked up at the mention of her, finding herself pressing against the sheening skin of your back. Her hands glided up the sides of your waist before finding comfort on your titties, using them as an anchor to remind you of her presence. Her lips suck love bites onto the skin of your neck.

“Yes daddy, can I please have it? I’ve been so good.” Drunk off dick you haven’t even gotten yet. The tension in the room makes you dizzy, overwhelming your senses.

His hand cupped Soraya's chin, thumb pulling at her bottom lip, forcing her attention to him. He expected her to beg just as filthy as she did in the living room.

“You want it too, baby?” his voice softened a bit but kept that edge to it.

“Yes, I want it so bad. I’ll be good, I promise. Please”

…

Cameron’s big body laid back on the mountain of pillows that decorated Soraya’s bed. Long legs caging you between them while Soraya leaned over his thigh, her stiff nipples brushed against his skin. You started slowly, giving them a show, pressing sweet kisses to the shaft and his tip, letting your tongue savor his arousal. Soraya, always being a visual learner, gave him the same slow and sensual attention as you held him at the base for her to take. Once she got comfortable, you two became fluid with each other, creating a mess that left his pubic area wet and slid down the man’s balls. Soon, the steady rhythm you set grew filthier, filled with the need you felt in your bones.

The wet, gargling sound of your throat making space for him filled his ears. Tears wet your hollowed cheeks, leaving faint streaks of your mascara. He was a lot to take, and you couldn’t be too cute for long. Your saliva bubbled along his punishing length, adding to the continuous mess.

“Yeahh, give me that fucking throat. Look at you making a mess,” Cameron groaned, holding the back of your head, not giving a fuck about adding to the mess your hair already looked like.

Soraya's eyes widened, not only with desire but also with shock at how explicitly lewd you looked right now. Your low and wet eyes stared into hers, occasionally looking up at Cameron to keep a mental note of his reactions.

Amongst the dirty, slippery sound of your mouth, Soraya’s pussy squelched as Cameron's fingers fucked into her. The gushy, slick sound amplified as he sped up his action. It didn’t take long for Soraya to wet up his palm with her cum. His glistening hand smacked down on the fat of her ass, soothing the sting with a chaste rub, signaling for her to get up. The hand on your head pulled you away from his dick.

Cameron positioned himself back at the side of the bed, cold floor sending a slight shiver to his warm body. He pulled you to him, putting you on your back with your leg falling back against your chest. One hand had fingers sprawled out on the plush of your thighs, the other gripped the slick base of himself, slapping the heaviness onto your clit. Your pussy bloomed with the constant arousal burning through you; your lips wobbled from the impact.

You watched as he guided the tip to your soppy entrance, pushing in with one deep thrust. The stretch was familiar, both of you moaning at the feeling. Working his fat dick into you, he set a pace that had you crying out his name. The curve of it pressed into that spot that had you gripping the cover, causing you to sit up slightly to get a better view of him taking your soul.

“That pussy gripping the fuck outta me,” he inhaled. “I’m making that pretty shit feel good, huh?”

You nodded, eyes rolling back, barely able to vocalize a coherent sentence. As if Cameron wasn’t making your body melt, Soraya moved down your body, getting a clear view of where you connected to the handsome man, sucking your pulsing clit between her lips, hooking her arm around your free thigh.

“O-oooh shit! N-no, no, too much,” you tried to push her off, hand pushing at her head, unknowingly pushing Cameron out of you a bit in the process. He bottomed out again, going back to his unforgiving strokes. You felt a wet sting on your cheek. Cameron's reddened palm lowered back to the grip on your thigh.

“Move your fucking hand!”

Your hands lie in defeat by your head.

Soraya continued devouring, her fingers slipping underneath you, rubbing your slickness over your second, clenched hole. Your head fell back against the bed.

“I’m s-s-sorry, why you doing this t’ me daddy?” You were trembling, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach signaling you were about to cum.

“Nghhh I’m bout to cum. Can I cum d-daddy?” You kept begging. It flowed out of your mouth absentmindedly.  

“Mhm. Give me that shit. Wet this dick up.” Cameron tilted his head back, eyes slipping shut, focusing on the sounds that left your body.

Your back arched deeply, eyes stuck to the back of your head. You climaxed, taking Soraya by surprise, causing her to jerk back to watch the gush of fluid leaving you. You coated the lower half of Cameron, pushing him out of you from the intensity, staining the cover underneath.

Greedily, Soraya rubbed her fingers side to side, coaxing more out of you. You shivered as you gripped her wrist in hopes of her letting up, and you pushed out a deep sigh of relief when she did.

“Damn girl, I forgot you could do that shit,” her words left her in the form of a laugh. “Almost drowned me.”

You didn’t think shit was funny.

Cameron’s dimpled grin irritated the fuck outta you, a smart remark taken away from you as you jolted from the slap he landed on your pussy.

You felt like your body was about to levitate.

The weight of Soraya’s body on you felt intimate. Your thighs were sprawled across her lower stomach; your pussy pulsed with arousal as her skin slightly glided against it. Your hands gripped the flesh of her twitching ass as Cameron ate her from behind. You could visualize it from the filthy sound of his tongue exploring her, taking her apart bit by bit.

Her face—oh so close—scowled in pleasure, her eyes struggling to hold your gaze. Her full breast rubbed against your stomach as her hand clenched the sides of your waist. Her sweet moans pitched and her body rocked harder, communicating that she just came.

Cameron came into view, spit, and her creamy juices glimmered on his lips and chin. Soraya turned her head to share a tongue-filled kiss with him before he straightened his back, pulling her back into a deep arch in front of him as his knees widened his stance on the bed.

“Tell me what you want,” he grunted out at the feeling of her slick skin grazing his tip.

“I want you to fuck me.” She whimpered, looking up at him with need filling her eyes.

“Beg for it. Ask daddy to fuck this pussy.” She hesitated a bit, not in defiance but from the tremendous amount of dominance that radiated from the man’s aura. Feeling impatient, you dug your nails into the fat you still held on to. That was enough for her to find words again.

“Can you please fuck me? My pussy is so wet for you, baby.” She brought a hand between her spread legs, two fingers spreading her lips to present herself to him. She let the filthy persuasions leave her lips until she was rewarded with the stretch of her walls welcoming him in.

Her hand shifted from her center to your pebbling titty, as her knuckles cracked on the other one from how hard she fisted the cover. He filled spaces in her no other man has ever done. She understood you. She understood why you whined so much earlier, pleads leaving your lungs like a prayer.

He continued to push in, testing her limits, gauging how much she could take. She was just as warm and tight as you were.

He could admit that he felt like the luckiest man alive.

Being with you already made him feel that way, but this was different.

Sinful.

Overwhelming.

Easy to overindulge in.

He slowly stroked her, letting her adjust. His hand laced with yours as he took in the view of how her walls hugged him.

“Faster! I can take it, pleaseee! I can take it,” she implored while fucking back into him, words drawing out into a whine.

He brought a leg up, planting it on the bed before his hips started to collide with her ass. The headboard struck the wall behind it, causing the pictures above to shake somewhat. Your hands moved. One sliding to the back of her neck, the other finding solace on your clit. You brought her face to your, swallowing her whimpering moans.

Cameron gripped her hips, pulling her back to meet his gut, arranging a thrust. Her ass applauded him for granting her wish. She struggled to kiss you back, mewling at the way he hit the spots inside her.

You broke off the kiss, looking up at Cameron with your tongue gliding over your bottom lip. The veins in his arm bulged, similar to the ones in his neck. His thick brows creased, his mouth slightly hanging open. Noticing your stare, he smirked at you, biting his lip in the process.

This was nice, but you were desperate for a different view. You signaled for Cameron to stop so that you could move from under the heat of Soraya. Your skin prickled from the exposure. You reassured him that you just wanted to see, and that you wanted to change your position. You didn’t expect him to change theirs too.

Soraya lay slightly on her side, back against Cameron's chiseled chest. Her chocolate thighs contrasted with the color of Cameron's pink-tinted beige skin as he held one in the crook of his arm. He held her close with a hand under her chin. Her free leg bent at the knee on the bed, blessing you with the view of their connecting bodies.

His thick length covered with the milky gloss of her juices. His ears filled with the wet slapping of his balls against her, the broken moans that left her lips. His vision fell on the sight of you pleasuring yourself to the nasty scene in front of you. Sitting up slightly with the aid of a pillow, spread out, allowing your fingers to plunge into your wetness. Eyes locked on each other, like it was just you two.

You came first, leaning back into the pillow, grounding yourself with a tight grasp on your own titty.

Soraya was not too far behind. The drilling on Cameron’s tip in her spot made her scramble. His fingers pressed down on her clit, keeping her from moving away.

You could tell Cameron was close. You crawled over as he pulled out of Soraya’s heat and replaced his hand with yours as you stroked him to ecstasy. He painted your hand and lips with milky white cum, a loud and throaty moan accompanying it.  

After bringing herself back to reality, Soraya wrapped her lips around his shaft, cleaning up the mixture of their mess. Moving her care to you, she licked into your mouth, pulling you into a nasty kiss. She pecked your lips a couple of times before pulling back, allowing you two to breathe.

…

The scent of the clean comforter set and the shirt Soraya lent you after you all got out of the shower centered you. Your brain was grasping onto the reality of everything that happened over the course of the night. Drowsiness begging your eyes to close, but your mind wouldn’t let you succumb to it.

The room was quiet; nothing but breathing could be heard.

“You good baby?” Soraya asked, running a nail up the back of her thigh.

You were more than okay.

You felt perfect.

You felt like you belonged here.

Between two warm bodies, lovers from different periods of your life.

You hummed, drunk in love almost.

She knew you. He knew you.

“We can talk about it later, okay?” Cameron's voice vibrated against your head on his chest. “You gotta get out yo’ head and go to sleep. I know you tired.”