Chapter 32: Comrades, Part 1

Michael

I tug at the nipple, deliberately roughly, and her lips parting, she quivers, her scent suddenly billowing up around me. My cock's twitching awake again and I pluck at the other nipple, rolling it to hardness between thumb and forefinger.

"Come on," I say, "let me hear you." And I twist sharply.

And now she cries out, hips bucking, and it's not a cry of pain, but of arousal. To the other side, James is watching, his eyes, following her every movement as she slides fingers deliciously over my cockhead. Balls tightening as she fingers me....

.... just as well I'm about fucked out....

.... or I'd shoot off right now....

I'm warming over by the second, as is she. And now, giving the lie to his words, James slides his hand between her thighs, stroking at her soft, pale skin. She's flushing, her perfume stronger by the moment as James teases at her pussy, not penetrating, but winding her up the spiral. Her breathing is growing heavy and as James toys with her clit, she sh