Pretty fucking well

I sat back and tried desperately not to immediately pop a boner as Miranda half stood from the swinging seat beside me and swivelled to straddle my lap. She sat back on my legs for a moment, and I had one long look up her body. Her black dress was tight against her stomach, which had just the slightest rise in it as she leaned away from you. The golden lace hiding the window of cleavage her dress was showing off made me want to rip the whole thing to pieces, and as she gazed back at me she licked her lips slightly and smirked. My hands had fallen to her legs and I squeezed the weird, rubbery shiny fabric of her leggings.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Sure,” I replied. “Do your worst.”

“Alright,” she grinned, then took my jaw in one hand and tilted my head back, exposing my neck. For a moment I had a flash of all the supernatural shows and movies I watched with Nicole, and wondered if I was getting sacrificed to Vampire Miranda. She was definitely hot enough to be one, and that would explain my inability to fucking talk to her at night when her powers were at their fullest.

The moment passed, and Miranda leaned in close and gave me a long, broad-tongued lick up the side of my neck that sent chills through me. She snorted another giggle, then shifted closer in my lap as she started kissing my neck.

This, I quickly decided, was what heaven must have felt like.

Miranda kept shifting herself closer to me as she licked and kissed and even nipped at my neck with her teeth. She rotated to the other side, the smell of her soft, feminine shampoo filling my nose as her lips played across my skin. As she swapped sides again she adjusted her body, and now she was fully riding my groin as her entire upper body was pressing against mine. I could feel her breasts pressed against my chest, and she had one hand up, gripping my hair on the side of my head to move me however she wanted. Her other hand was resting on my side, tugging on my shirt.

My own hands had travelled up from the top of her lower thighs without me really thinking about it and now I was holding her hips with both under the hem of her dress, alternating squeezing and gripping.

I groaned, and Miranda hummed a pleasant note which vibrated through her lips on my neck.

She began sucking harder on the left side, maybe an inch above my collarbone, which was a sensation I hadn't really felt before. There was limited pleasure and pain, but with my eyes closed it mixed with the feeling of her body against mine to feel good. As she increased the pressure again I felt her hips hunch at me slightly and realized with a spark of panic that I was definitely hard, and she could definitely feel it against her.

Miranda didn't stop, and one of my hands went higher under her dress until I was gripping her the bare skin at her waist above the hem of her tights. Finally, and with a pop, she pulled away from my neck. “There,” she proclaimed, leaning her upper body away from me a bit, her hips pushing harder against my lap and boner. “How was that?”

“Sexy as fuck,” Sarah said.

“Hah,” she laughed, surreptitiously guiding me to pull my hand from under her dress. She turned back and winked at me again, then manipulated my jaw to reveal your neck for her to examine. “It's not the worst I've seen.”

“OK, Miss Hoover,” Nicole laughed.

“I know something else I wouldn't mind seeing that done to,” Tom said, leering at Miranda as she dismounted from me and sat back down in her own seat.

“Oh, shut up Tom,” Matt said. He was still massaging Sarah's feet with both hands.

Miranda rolled her eyes at Tom, and then reached forward and took a paper slip from the bowl.

I groaned when I saw what it said over her shoulder.

She turned to me with a grin. “John,” she said.

“I feel like I was the one who got dared on that last one,” I said, rubbing at the now slightly stinging hickey on my neck while trying not to adjust my dick and draw attention to it. I was feeling trapped in my pants.

“Oh, you liked it,” Nicole said. “Stop complaining.”

“I've got it,” Miranda cut into the banter with a sneaking smile of her own. “John, I dare you to let all of the girls get a feel of that cucumber you're smuggling in your pants right now.”

“Hah, he's got a boner from that?” Tom laughed.

I wasn't sure if I was starting to blush hard or if I'd gone pale. “Um,” I said.

“Dude, you could double-doggy her and let us all cop a feel of her cooch,” Tom suggested. I looked over at him and he still had his arm around Sarah's shoulders, and it looked like he was slowly circling the top of one finger around the tip of her bare shoulder.

“Yeah... no. I'm not wasting that,” I said.

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