Chapter 11

Enough of this, Rachel thought. They could kiss afterward. She wanted one of them in her, now, and she didn’t mean a finger or two. Sitting back on the pillow, she peeled off her thong and threw it to the floor. Then she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Her breasts fell forward, released, nipples stiffening as the air hit them. She leaned forward and threw the bra off the foot of the bed, making sure it passed through the guys’ lines of sight to remind them they weren’t alone.

It worked. Elliot sat up, getting one knee under him as he reached for the box of condoms. “I’m assuming you two aren’t going to use one,” he said, tearing the small packet with his teeth. “Let me just get this on…”

With expert moves, he pulled the rubber on, then drizzled lube onto the tip. It runneled down his length like chocolate syrup poured over a sundae. He squirted a healthy dollop into his palm, too, and fisted his cock to cover it. To Rachel, he asked, “Is this his first time?”