Free Sinners On Tour 04 Wicked Beat by Olivia Cunning Page A

When Trey was finished with her, Eric could try to scrape together whatever was left of her and make it his. It had never worked in the past, but maybe this time would be different.
    Eric tugged his boxer briefs up his thighs and tucked his half-hard cock into his underwear and down his thigh. He shouldn’t have jacked off in front of Rebekah. She probably thought he was some desperate loser. He located her panties and hid them under his pillow before yanking his curtain open and climbing from his bunk. He found his book on the floor and shoved that under his pillow as well, before padding down the corridor toward the open bedroom door. He could already hear Rebekah’s sighs of delight.
    Frozen on the threshold, Eric stared at the bed. Rebekah lay sprawled on her back, her arms spread wide as she clung to the bedclothes, her back arched to thrust the perfect globes of her breasts upward. Her eyes were closed tightly, but her mouth hung open in blissful abandon. Whatever Trey was doing to the flesh between her legs must have felt fucking amazing.
    “Oh, oh, oh,” she cried. “I’m coming. I’m coming!”
    Eric’s mouth went dry, his dick hard.
    “Close the door!” Sed insisted, and a spare pillow hit Eric in the back of the head.
    Eric stumbled over the threshold, closed the door, and leaned his back against its cold surface for support.
    He could smell Rebekah’s excitement—the musky scent of her wet pussy—like the scent of her panties, yet more pronounced. Eric shuddered and pressed his cock against his thigh so he didn’t yank it out of his drawers and start jerking it again.
    Trey lifted his head and glanced over his shoulder at Eric. “There you are. Come over here where you can see.”
    Eric hesitated, sparing a glance at Rebekah’s flushed face for signs of protest. She gazed at him through lowered lids, biting her lip as she wriggled her hips in anticipation of Trey’s pierced tongue. When Eric didn’t make a move, she beckoned him closer with two fingers.
    Eric sprinted to the end of the bed and came to a sudden halt next to Trey. Trey grabbed Rebekah by the hips, tugged her to the bottom of the bed, and spread her legs wide.
    “Isn’t she beautiful?” Trey murmured. He traced the slick skin of her red and swollen inner folds with one finger.
    “Yes,” Eric agreed. Eric’s dick twitched as Trey’s finger continued to explore Rebekah’s excited flesh.
    “She’s hot,” Trey said.
    “Yes.”
    “Wet.”
    Eric nodded. Her pussy was so wet, her juices were trickling from her inner folds over her ass. Kneeling on the floor between Rebekah’s parted thighs, Trey leaned forward and rubbed the stud in his tongue along one slippery lip. Her hips buckled. The other lip now. He slipped the tip of his tongue inside her, and she cried out. Eric couldn’t stand it. He slipped a hand into his underwear and held the hot flesh of his cock, squeezing its head to try to abate his excitement.
    Trey’s tongue slid from her pussy and flicked over her clit. Rebekah cried out and grabbed Trey’s head with both hands. “Oh God, Trey. Lick it fast. Fast and harder!” As she pressed Trey’s face against her, her arms blocked Eric’s view, which was probably a blessing in disguise.
    Trey captured her hands and linked his fingers through hers. He eased her hands away so Eric could see Trey’s tongue flicking that little metal ball of delight over her swollen clit.
    “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!” Rebekah cried, each syllable growing louder and higher pitched. When her hips buckled, Trey plunged his tongue inside her. He twirled his tongue, his piercing tracing the rim of her opening in wide arcs. She sputtered and fought to free her hands from his.
    Trey eased away.
    “No,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. Please. Feels… Feels… so good.” A broken sob erupted from between her lips.
    “Eric can’t see if you grab my head, sweetie. You want him to see, don’t you?”
    She nodded vigorously.
    “Eric, why