Chapter Twelve

Steeling his resolve, Cole moved into position. Lita stepped up to him, guiding his hands to her slim waist before lacing fingers around his neck and pulling him down to press their brows together.

Their mouths were mere inches apart. He could taste her minty breath when she murmured, “How’re you doing so far, boo?”

“Not like that! Closer, get closer!” Krystal admonished from the sidelines. “You look like a pair of middle schoolers at their first dance. Where’s the passion?”

“I’d do better without the demanding teacher yelling at me.” He whispered his reply with a wry grin, pulling her in tighter. Lita gasped when her bare legs rubbed against his ridiculous bulge. “But I get it now. How she focuses completely on you, making you feel special. She inspires confidence and drags you into the limelight. Nothing can hurt you so long as she’s there supporting you. It’s a talent.”

“Yeah, she’s the best.” Lita muttered, clearly distracted. Her hazel eyes stole glances at his overcrowded crotch. “Her prints are always phenomenal.”

She bit her lower lip, and Cole noted the small hints of makeup artfully applied to define her bold features—dark lipstick, touches of shadowy eyeliner, a brush of rouge—little things that enhanced her already stunning allure.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He said in a hushed tone. Speaking before his brain could hit the brakes. She stared at him with an unreadable expression. “Shit! Sorry, I didn’t mean–”

“Do I have to position the two of you like a pair of storefront mannequins?” Krystal appeared out of nowhere, grabbing Cole’s right hand and shifting it to the base of Lita’s spine, where his pinky grazed the top slope of her rump. “Now you, girl. Drop those hands to his waist and turn your head this way. Make me believe you’re slyly checking him out. Wait, let me undo a few buttons on his shirt…”

The bespectacled brunette fussed like a mother hen, nudging them this way and that until she was satisfied.

They were posed like lovers on the verge of an intimate encounter, frozen in the moment before their hands would grope each other. Lita looked away as Cole gazed intensely at her. Their bodies a hair’s breadth apart, with only a thin barrier of clothing separating them.

“Wonderful, darlings. Wonderful! Now, make it feel real. Let the scene come to life!”

*Click! Click!*

“I’m not blind, you know.” Lita said quietly, breaking the silence. “I’ve caught you checking me out, not that I minded the ego boost…”

Cole cut off a knee-jerk apology, mainly because it wouldn’t be sincere. The rockstar in his arms deserved admiration. Beauty like hers, inside and out, demanded it.

“...you’re a handsome guy, boo. Not some random creep or a straight-up player with a gym bod and a pretty face.” She leaned in to nuzzle his neck before whispering in his ear. “But I know Krystal too. She’s my best friend and mentor, but we girls dish. So I can guess what she wants.”

“Fantastic! Give me more, girlfriend. C’mon, Cole, show me some emotion!”

*Click! Click!*

“You think so?” He asked, greedily palming a fat buttock. Their heat mingled when she melted into him. “And what do you want?”

Lita didn’t answer. Instead, she spun to show their curvy photographer his hand placement and snaked her fingers across the obscene outline of his stiffening monster.

*Click! Click! Click!*

“Should we test my theory?” She teased his shirt open, then ripped it off his broad shoulders. “Holy shit, Cole. You’ve got an incredible physique…”

“So do you.” He growled, yanking her knee over his hip, grinding against her barely concealed mound. She cupped his face tenderly with a throaty moan. “You’re intelligent, independent, fierce and not afraid to express yourself. You are a goddess, Lita. If you’re okay with this, I am too.”

“Yeeeessss~...” Krystal’s voice was a distant purr, the camera still rolling. “Let me see that passion!”

“She’s almost as bad as the Dean right now.” Lita’s chuckle became a gasp when her fingertips traced his tight abdominals. “Shit, you’re totally ripped. Like a Bernini sculpture come to life.”

Her raised ankle dug into Cole’s lower back like a spur, urging him on as she rolled her wide hips like ocean waves.

“The baroque masters would have wept if they tried to capture your essence in stone.” He grunted, cock straining like a caged animal. “They couldn’t do it justice. Fuck, this ass alone is a gift from god.”

It lifted and bounced in his grip as they rode together. Establishing a slow, erotic rhythm to the music. Hearts beating in time with each other as the tempo increased.

“Oh, Cole…”

*Click! Click! Click!*

“Excellent, darlings! Keep going, don’t stop.” Krystal circled them, rapid-firing the shutter like a member of the paparazzi. “I’m loving the vibe. But maybe… Lita, your bra strap is obscuring your back, I can’t get a clear shot of the tiger. Would you mind?”

Cole froze, but the spiky-haired blonde simply shrugged.

“Not like it’s hiding much anyway.” She admitted, meeting his heated gaze with a twinkle in her eye. “Care to do the honors, boo?”

“Gladly.”

The lacy bralette fell after a second of fumbling, revealing her fun-sized chest and pretty pink nips that begged to be sucked. Saliva flooded Cole’s mouth at the sight of those stiff little peaks.

“For the sake of fair-mindedness and comfort, I’ll shed my top too.” Krystal crooned, unbuttoning her strict blouse to expose a white satin bra overflowing with creamy cleavage. “Pretend I’m not here.”

“Yeah, right. As if we could ever forget you.” Lita sounded drunk on lust, then her lips met his in a fervent kiss. Their naked torsos pressed together, tongues and limbs entwining.

The camera whirred like a gatling gun spinning up to full speed.

*Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! Click!*

“Fuck, my body’s on fire,” she groaned, bucking into his dry-humping like a woman possessed. “I can feel how hard you are, boo. Do you want me that badly? It must hurt being trapped in those jeans.”

Cole was about to reply, but she was on him again, attempting to suck out his tonsils and smearing her moist thong against his titanic bulge. He clawed at her pillowy derriere, fingers sinking into the vast softness.

“I bet he’s very uncomfortable.” Krystal voice was a sultry song laden with erotic intent. “Why don’t you unzip him to relieve some of the pressure?”

Lita emitted a guttural moan as though she’d been offered the keys to an entire kingdom of hedonistic pleasures. Reluctantly releasing his lips, she gradually lowered herself. Licking a line of fire down his hewn torso and mapping his musculature with her tongue until she was crouching, bright hazel eyes locked on his groin.

“Goodness, these pants sure look tight. Want me to loosen them up for you, boo?”

“Hell, yes.” Cole rasped, staring down at her giant peach, spread and reshaped by the squatting pose. His painfully constrained cock pulsed madly with desire. “I should tell yo–”

“Tell you that the camera is off now,” Krystal said hurriedly, pasting herself to his back. Big, succulent tits smooshed together as her arms hugged him. “This is a safe, private space to explore anything you wish, girlfriend.”

For a few heartbeats, there was only the combined heat of their bodies and the gentle jazz music lilting the air while Lita visibly steeled her resolve–expression flushed, yet set on a single purpose.

“I want you, Cole.” She stated emphatically, tearing at his belt buckle. “I want to taste you. I want to feel you. And I’m a woman who goes after what she wants. No shame in that. Especially since I’m sure you want me just as much.”

Damn right, he did! Still, his first instinct was to warn her about the surprise in store…

Lita jerked down his jeans in one viscous motion.

“Holy fuckballs!!” She shrieked when his turgid immensity swung free like a boom gate, almost toppling ass over tea kettle. “Are you serious?!” Her disbelieving gaze riveted on Krystal’s smirking face. “You told me he was packing a beast, not a goddamn leviathan!”

“Whoops, my bad.” The impish brunette snickered, trailing her lacquered nails across Cole’s tingling skin and nuzzling his neck. “No one would blame you if he was too big for–”

“Oh no, you didn’t!” Lita snarled. The gauntlet was thrown and she grabbed his preposterous length in both hands, pumping it energetically. “You’ve been keeping all this to yourself, greedy bitch. Now it’s my turn.”

She wasted no time in lavishing affection on Cole’s girthy shaft, stroking and jerking him while smooching the angry crown. Going at it with a feverish intensity that was frankly concerning.

“Don’t judge her, big guy.” Krystal whispered in his ear. “She was always the grungy indie girl growing up. Scaring away the nice kids got her lumped in with the rougher crowd. I love her to bits, but nobody understood her back then, so she grew thorns to armor her heart. For years she’s yearned for the type of unconditional acceptance and honest appreciation you’ve been offering. Please… give my friend what she needs to feel cherished.”

Thorns, huh? Well, that explained the rose vine tattoos.

“I can do that.” He murmured, tenderly kissing his older lover. “She deserves that and so much more. Have I told you how incredible you are, babe?”

“Not nearly enough, stud. But focus on her, okay?”

Cole stole a last peck on those sweet cherry lips, then returned his attention to Lita.

The bootylicious punk rocker was utterly consumed by her devotion to his mega-meat. Rocking back and forth as she worked him from balls to tip with furious dedication. Her deft fingers, lips and tongue blanketed every inch of his turgid flesh with manic enthusiasm, without a care for her own gratification.

He wasn’t having that, not for a woman of her obvious caliber. Cole didn’t want to prey on her insecurities or exploit her moment of vulnerability… he crooked a finger under the slobbering blonde’s chin.

“Hey, sexy lady.” He said soothingly. “Come join me up here, and we’ll make this about both of us.”

Krystal nipped his ear and then took her cue to disengage, granting them space.

Lita’s half-lidded eyes were glazed with lust as he guided her to stand. Dark makeup running and smudges but no less striking despite it, she molded against him with a shuddering gasp to nibble at his jaw.

“Do you need this wet pussy gobbling your stiff cock?” She shivered in his embrace like a storm-blown leaf. “Because I need it too. I want you to be my first and only, boo…” Her first?! “Demolish my virginity with that massive dick!”

Cole’s rigid immensity spasmed like a heart attack, sandwiched between their pressing bodies. Seizing Lita’s lush thighs, he lifted her with a feral growl and planted her thinly covered mound atop his engorged crown. She wailed at the licentious contact, looping her arms around his neck and crossing her ankles behind his back.

Hesitating for half a second, Cole tugged the drenched g-string aside with a thumb and nestled himself against her dripping entrance saying, “I’m bigger than your average bear, Lita. If it starts to hurt, tell me, and I’ll stop.”

“Don’t you dare!” She hissed, trying to wriggle down onto him. Her long nails bit into his shoulders. “I want to feel all of you, every inch. Train my virgin pussy on that huge cock. I’m dying for it!”

“Give her what she wants, stud.” Krystal cooed in tones of sultry seduction. “Don’t leave to the poor girl hanging.”

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