“I’m clean,” she said. “And I’m on the shot.”
All my thoughts about taking her to bed and making love to her alone ended when she pulled me out of my shorts. Cheyenne’s eyes widened, and Eva looked pleased. She brought my hands to her chest, and now the attention was on us, though not as intently as you might think. I noticed things then, things I guess had been at the periphery. Lucia, grinding back at her man with an intensity that could only be dry-fucking. Becky and another roommate had handfuls of breasts and ass and were slowly making their way back to an armchair in the corner.
This party was about to become an orgy.
Eva spat into her hands and gripped me with both, stroking me as she tossed her hair back. Cheyenne slid off the couch and stood behind her, undoing the buttons on Eva’s shirt with practiced ease, even without seeing what she was doing.
“We are wild,” she told me over the top of Eva’s head. “But if this is too much…”
“I want you,” I said to Eva. “I’m falling so goddamn hard for you. Whatever you want. This. A room where it’s just the two of us. I’d give you anything.”
Her lips parted, and she leaned in to kiss me. I held her like that, even when her blouse fell to either side of her shoulders and her breasts were bared to me in her lacy white bra. I cupped her face and kissed her again and again, and Eva whispered in my ear, “I’m falling so hard for you too.”
Then she was up, and dropping her shorts. I jerked my own down to my knees and before she even had her panties off, she was on me again, and dropping onto my achingly hard cock. She took inch after inch of me almost all at once, thighs rippling as she slapped down at me. I gripped her waist and started to thrust up at her. This was crazy. I’d never fucked anyone in front of an audience before.
She leaned in and nibbled on my earlobe as Cheyenne was dropping her own shorts, her hand sliding into a wispy pink thong. “This is my sexy secret. I love to show off,” Eva whispered. “I love being seen. Is that okay, is that too much…?”
For an answer, I took her in my arms and stood up with her. Now that got some cheers, and Cheyenne gasped, “Oh fuck,” as I whirled with Eva still impaled on my cock and set her down on her back on the couch cushion, her ass hanging off the edge, her whole weight balanced on her shoulders. I thrust into her with savage, hard strokes, stopping only to yank off my tee shirt and toss it on the floor near our other clothes. Her panties were getting in the way so I gripped those and ripped them too, wondering who this guy was. I was not the sort to fuck in front of a group of people. I was not the sort to rip off women’s panties. I wrote about that stuff, sure, but this was not me.
Except it was, and maybe I had just never realized it, or had a partner who brought it out in me. Whatever it was, I went at Eva like a beast, fucking her, making her cry out.
All around us were fuck noises, people moaning, people gasping, wet slick fingers sliding into pussies, the squicks of dicks being jerked. But I was owned by Eva, consumed by her. I didn’t know what had happened to the shy young woman who was trying to feel things out but this was her too, wild, free, uncaged, and I loved her just as much for it as the sweet timid woman I sat next to on the docks.
I twisted with her until we were both on the couch, me still above her, Eva with a foot on the ground, head twisting, mouth open but no sounds escaping her. For long minutes I thrust into her, hands everywhere, under her ass, her hips, her breasts. When I caressed her mound, her eyes closed so hard I thought she was in pain, but then finally she yelled, “Oh, oh God, Alex, Aleeeeex!”
“Come for him,” Cheyenne gasped beside us. She had three fingers deep in her cunt and her hand moved with a furious pace. “Oh Eva, he’s so big inside you.”
Eva’s pussy walls, tight and warm and wet, pulsed around me, begging me for my come. I was close but I wasn’t there yet, and kept going. She looked up at me with bright eyes and flushed cheeks, her lips still parted. I slowed only to kiss her, and she stammered against me, “Oh, ahhhh, ah ah, f-f-fuck…” Her eyes widened. “I… I’m sorry, I get vocal, I…”
“I love it, baby,” I said. “Swear all you want. Be you, Eva. Always be you.”
She lunged up at me, kissing me hard, a couple tears streaming down her face. Tears of pleasure, tears of letting go of fears. We were going to be in that shy lovers’ stage for a while to come, even after that, but this was a first step.
“F-fuck me, then, Alex, fuck me, please, oh God…”
“Is it what you wanted?” Cheyenne asked. She stood beside me, her bra’s cups tugged down her big breasts. Her fingers made wet slick sounds as she watched the show in front of her play out.
“So much better than I… I… h-hoped for…”
Cheyenne reached a hand out towards her friend. Eva didn’t see the gesture, but I did. I gave Cheyenne a sidelong look, confused, unsure in that moment what I was seeing. She pulled her hand back fast, blushing hard and not meeting my eyes.
I couldn’t ponder it long. I was too swept up in Eva. People around us were either in the throes of it themselves or sneaking away to bedrooms. Lucia and Becky were on their knees, Lucia sucking her man with frantic bobs of her head, Becky on the armchair, head bent low, gripping the back of the material as she thrust backward, head twisted to one side as her girlfriend ate her out. Lucia’s man jerked back and she wrapped her hands around his cock, jacking him fast until he came all over her gorgeous face. Someone cried out deeper in the house.
“He’s the man you needed,” Cheyenne cooed to Eva.
“Needed,” Eva agreed feverishly. “Oh, Oh Alex, I need you, I need you…”
“I’m yours, you have to know I’m yours, oh fuck, Eva, I… I’m close…”
“Inside me, it’s okay, it’s okay…”
“Eva… ahhhh, there, right…” I gritted my teeth and drove deep. My come rocketed out of me as I bucked instinctively. I couldn’t take another moment without those lips against mine again, so even as I was finishing, I dropped to kiss her, to cup her chin and stroke her face.
And to whisper to her. “I meant it, I’m yours, I’m yours, Eva.”
“Alex, my Alex,” she said, and kissed me just as fervently.
* * *
The fireworks were beautiful, but the real sight were the tanned bodies in bikinis on blankets and beach towels on the lakeshore watching the show. Eva leaned against me. She hadn’t gone far from me the entire afternoon, her quiet happiness a mirror to my own soul.
We necked some there under the glittering displays and big booms, my hand sliding under her bikini top to caress her big breast and tease her nipple. She slid over between my legs, and like that, my other hand had access to her bikini bottoms. With only electric lanterns and the fireworks casting light, no one beyond our immediate circle of friends could see us, and we took full advantage of it.
“Mm, again?” Cheyenne said somewhere off to our left. I chuckled and Eva gave a soft, throaty, “Uh huh…” as she ground back against my stiffening cock.
My fingers slid across Eva’s entrance, teasing her with strokes timed to the fireworks. When a big boom would go off, I’d rub her clit, fast and hard. When it was the smaller pops high in the air, I’d rub her pussy lips. Like that, soon she was wet and ready for me.
I pulled away from her as the show started to build to its ending crescendo. With Eva on her knees on the beach blanket, I looked around again and plunged into her. She cried out, but on the lake the sound was masked by music and cheering. I pumped into her fast and hard, making her spill forward and nearly press her face to the blanket.
I rose to one knee and plunged into her even harder and faster, my pace manic, my need roaring inside me. Having her friends and the men they were with watch us turned me on. I felt savagely alive, showing off for them, and in a way, I was showing Eva off too. She was so wild for me, thrusting back at my cock and twisting her head side to side as she moaned my name over and over again.
In the darkness beside us were glittering eyes. Cheyenne looked like she might try to join in, and in that moment, I wouldn’t have denied her. But no, she was fingering herself again, watching us, panting hard. I realized some of it was words I don’t think she was aware of speaking.
“…fuck her… take her hard… oh fuck… oh… Eva… Eva…”
It spurred me on. I gripped Eva’s shoulder to hold her in place as I drilled her pussy, my lips drawn back, my rhythm and timing lost. Above us, the last blast of fireworks played itself out in an awe-inspiring show of sound and light, and I pulled out just long enough to flip Eva over so she could see it.
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