But I'm Not Going To

As I move down I slide him over onto his back and as I reach the bottom of his flat and rigid stomach his cock slides up, coming into view. Even in the dark I know that he's impressive, easily the thickest and the longest of the cocks that I've sucked. Enough to make the best of men jealous.

Enough to make me smile with a deliciously wicked idea.

I wrap my fingers around the base of him and I stroke slowly up and as I do my eyes glance over to the side of me. In the dark of the night they are more sound than they are anything else, the silhouette of them making it clear what they're doing but hiding most of the details.

Rachel has her head buried in the blanket. She draws up occasionally to moan but it's always muffled because she's got a mouthful of the cloth and she's using it to keep herself quiet.

In fact the sound of Blake slamming into her from behind, the echoing slap of his hips on her full ass, is louder than anything else. Just this relentless drive as he pounds himself into her, as he fills her again and again.

Her body is beautiful, even in silhouette. Her slim waist petite and her full hips so generous and her breasts just slightly bouncing from the rhythm as he pumps again and again. Her back is arched just right and she moves so sexual, so sensual. In spite of the fury of his thrusts she has this delicate softness to her movements, as if every last part of it is a dance that only she knows the movement to.

I'm not staring. I'm glimpsing out of the corner of my eye. I'm watching and I'm seeing Blake looking over at me, at my body as I line up my lips with the thick cock of the man beneath me.

And there is a purposeful compartmentalization in the way that Blake is right now. His body and his efforts focused on Rachel but his eyes? His mind?

I think I still have that myself.

Men are so easy. They are so predictable. They are so weakly insecure.

Blake had a plan tonight, that much was sure and certain. His intention was a repeat of this afternoon, when he came all over my tits and left me scrambling. Not in act but in something else, in a different facet.

He was trying to escalate things. He'd made up his mind to have me, to possess me, and he was trying to make it so that each time he got me he made me push my limits a little farther. Knowing that the direct approach, if not perfectly executed, would result in a pullback from me he opted instead for the path of the pusher.

Like he was a ****. Like I was an addict. He was increasing the dose each time so that by the end of the week I would need him. In my body. In my life.

But I knew that game and so I could choose not to play it. Further I could choose to complicate things by tagging his innate insecurities as a man and making him make a mistake.

And Jake? Well Jake was the perfect patsy for this. Bigger than Blake in every way and not clever enough to see what was happening and even more important than any of that he'd tried to push my limits too. After he'd made a promise, he'd tried to go back on it with all the grace of a date fumbling in the back seat of a car at a drive-in movie theater.

Yeah maybe it was cruel to string Jake along like this, but the man wasn't wholly innocent himself and besides it wasn't like he didn't get anything out of it.

As I moan and dip closer when my lips hover just above the head of him. As I stroke him long and slow and draw my eyes up to look at him. As I shudder for one perfect instant before I say the words Jake wants to hear and Blake absolutely dreads.

"Jesus christ," I stage whisper, loud enough for all of us to hear, "This is definitely the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life."

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