New Heights (Kaylee PoV)

“Oh fuck.”

The words escaped me in a whisper. An automatic reaction to the glorious feeling. The fullness inside me. His soft sigh as he slid up against me was all I needed to know I wasn’t the only one enjoying myself.

He settled against me, cock completely buried inside me as he gracefully adjusted himself. “How do you want it today, babe?” So sweet. Yet again proving why he was the best of the best. There were plenty of guys who could have made the cut if they cared enough to ask that simple question. Then again, them losing themselves to the lust I caused them was endearing on its own.

His hand brushed against my stomach. “Read the mood.”

The sound of his light laugh fluttered through me, but it was his hands that had my attention. The bedding rustled as he got himself some leverage. The fullness left me only for it to return a few seconds later. The sensation caused a moan of bliss as I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation to the fullest. He grunted as he slowly worked his cock in and out.

Slow sex wasn’t my thing. He knew that. I hated being coddled by guys. Those that treated me like a glass doll got cut without mercy. This was Sean though. I knew this wasn’t the pace he was setting, but the warmup. Already, he was starting to increase the **** of his thrusts. The pace was still agonizingly slow, but each grunt had his hips jerk against me. Each passing moment things got more serious. The single creak the bed made as he pushed me against the mattress hinted that the warmup job was coming to an end.

He had crept up to a borderline acceptable speed. My breaths escaped as moans as he thrust against me. My legs tightened against him. No way was I going to let him escape now. Not that he would want to of course. His face made it clear he was enjoying this as much as I was.

Leaning down, he planted his lips against me. I… tolerated them. Kissing wasn’t really my thing, but again… Sean. If this was the price of a phenomenal fuck, so be it. Fortunately, he was quick on the uptake and seemed to pull back a bit.

“That’s it,” I gasped as my eyes held his. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Sean.”

Didn’t like how it was like a whimper. I felt like a plane on the verge of stalling. He was going just enough to meet the minimum, but he wasn’t giving me what I really wanted. There was a fear in the back of my mind I wouldn’t get what I wanted. Sean had the look of a man with focus though, and he’d never let me down before.

Besides, it wasn’t like he was doing a bad job.

There was a moment of confusion as he looked away. “Dude, your girlfriend’s fucking tight as hell.”

The realization hit me like grabbing a live wire.

Scott.

Scott was here.

I wasn’t going to say I forgot about him, but once Sean and I started I may have tunneled a bit. Sean was grinning like an idiot, finally picking up the pace.

My eyes were locked on Scott’s. I didn’t know how to interpret the expression on his face. He looked like a man in shock. Was it because of the girlfriend thing? But we weren’t—

Fuck. Sean was finally opening up the throttle. Each thrust lit my body up like a lightning strike. Best part? Unlike lightning, Sean found ‘the spot’ and hit it every. Fucking. Time.

“Fuck me, Sean.” In a moment of surreal pleasure, I found myself unable to look away from Scott. My heart was racing like never before. This transcended any sex I’d had before. I’d had great sex before, but this? This was off the charts. “I need you to fuck me.”

There was a need in my voice. A demand. Sean picked up on it immediately and bless all that is holy, he delivered. Even with him hammering his cock into me, it was the staring match with Scott that swept my breath away. All I could do was **** myself to suck in air as the reality of what was happening sunk in. Scott was watching me have sex. I almost felt guilty that I was feeling so god damn good while he had to watch. I tried to hold it back. I honestly tried. Impossible. It was Sean after all. Every time he filled me with that wonderful cock of his, the pleasure that came with it.

But it was no longer just Sean. Scott was here too. His stare brought about a heat inside me I’d never experienced before. It was beyond what even the most impressive lover had managed to do. It consumed me, spreading through my entire body as Sean repeatedly sent pleasure rippling through me.

All at once, I lost it.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, getting my first real breath of air since I started my staring contest with Scott. “Oh fucking god. Oh my god,” I cried, losing myself to the euphoric experience I was having. Scott was watching me fuck. The way he looked at me. Those eyes. The cute expression… “Fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

I nearly lost myself in the torrent of pleasure washing over me. In this euphoric bliss, I was vaguely aware of a thought as it brushed my mind.

What if Scott was the one fucking me right now?

In the heat of the moment, I clutched the thought like a drowning woman to a piece of driftwood and refused to let go. In an instant, everything suddenly went to eleven and I lost what sense I had.

“I’m going to cum,” I said, full attention on Scott. “Oh shit. I’m going to cum. Going to cum!”

With the amped-up pleasure I was feeling, it built quickly. My hand shot out, gripping his arm as I was rocketed to a height I had never experienced before.

“Cumming! Oh god! Scott! I’m cumming, Scott!” It hit me like a fucking tsunami. I don’t even remember what I said as I came, my body aflame with pure pleasure. From there it was a vague sense as the bliss overwhelmed me. Sean continued to hammer away, keeping me aloft in the clouds. A vague sense of something solid in my hand. When things started to focus, I was once more launched upwards thanks to Sean’s amazing talents.

I screamed out, body shaking as the second orgasm hit every bit as powerful as the one before.

I woke to find myself alone. Holy shit. Double orgasms, back to back? Fuck me. If only all sex was that good.

Pushing myself up, the covers slid off me. Didn’t remember getting under them. Didn’t remember much, actually. Snippets came back to me. Sean doing what he did best. The feeling of Scott’s arm as Sean brought me to orgasm.

The way he looked at me.

Looking down, it seemed like it hadn’t been too long since Sean finished. Cum still leaked from my freshly fucked pussy. I really should clean that up but…

Collapsing back on the bed, I was nothing but smiles as I stared up at the ceiling.

“God damn,” I whispered, still basking in the glorious afterglow. “Best. Sex. Ever.”

I needed to invite Sean over more often.

The smile faded as I glanced over at the now-empty chair where Scott had sat. No. He had watched. Yet the fluttering feeling wasn’t from the memory of how his eyes held mine. It wasn’t from sharing the experience with him or my brief moment where my mind pretended it was him fucking me.

Sean had called me Scott’s girlfriend.

My cheeks heated at the thought and I grabbed my pillow to plop down over my face. Scott’s girlfriend! We hadn’t even had sex, let alone anything close to a relationship like that. We were friends. Good friends.

But now that the thought was in my head…

It didn’t sound all that bad…