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and
stroking my calf until I wanted to whimper. It was when he got just past my
knee that I opened my eyes. He was looking at me intently and I ran my tongue
over my lower lip, my whole body was relaxed and yet thrumming at the same
time. I opened my mouth to object, but he just shook his head ever so slightly
and glanced to his left. I looked where he wanted, looked towards Charlie. I’d
half expected him to be asleep, or busy, but he was watching us, his hand
rubbing at his crotch and it was as though he’d given me permission to carry
on. He was happy, we were all happy. Christmas is for sharing. Just watching
Charlie rub that long elegant cock of his, the cock I’d had in my hands only
yesterday, wound me up as much as Dane’s clever touch. As I watched him the
warmth spread further up my thigh and I gasped as Dane’s thumb made contact
with the crotch of my knickers.
    “You are so hot.”
I think he meant between my legs, not a statement of my attractiveness, but it
didn’t matter, I was burning up. He tugged at my knickers and as they rolled
down my legs, not elegantly as knickers should do but in a tangled mass,
Charlie eased his pants down so that he could get a proper grip of himself. I
watched his hand pumping with a firm but delicate touch, watched so closely
that when Dane’s fingers pushed their way into my pussy it was part surprise
and part just what my imagination knew was going to happen next.
    I gasped and
Charlie speeded up. I lifted my hips wanting Dane deeper inside me and he
chuckled, a low dirty chuckle that made my nipples harden and my thighs
tremble. His thumb rubbed hard against my swollen clit as his fingers curled up
against my rough G spot and I heard a funny, moany groan that had to be me. I
trembled around his hand, so close, needing more but he stopped. I looked back
at him and he was all intent, dark and dominant. He fished in his back pocket,
held up the wrapped foil packet and half waited.
    “I want you Dane,
please.” It was all he needed, but his gaze never shifted from mine as he split
the pack and rolled it on. His hands were firm on my hips as he nudged against
me. I could hear Charlie, hear the slide of skin against skin, but I couldn’t
look. I was holding my breath, waiting as Dane nudged against me, slid along my
labia tormenting me, but not allowing me to shift against him. Then with one
firm thrust he was in, not just a little as I’d expected, but right deep all
the way inside with a kind of possessiveness that made me gasp. For a moment he
was buried as far as he could go, my ankles locked round his hips, holding him
in as I lifted my hips and claimed him. Then he withdrew slowly, pushed fully
inside me again just once, just once to show he was in charge, in control, and
I came. I tumbled over the edge trembling around him and the darkening of his
eyes told me he’d nearly lost it.
    I’ve always been
fucked politely, nice gentle men who respected me. But this was different. Dane
was all strength and possession, Dane demanded. He pounded hard until I was
screaming out, he eased off until I was begging. He took me so near the brink
time and time again that I was grasping at him, clawing at him desperate for
him to come. But he didn’t. He was cruel and kind all at once and it should
have been scary, but it wasn’t.
    He was kneeling on
the sofa, had pulled me up, supporting my bum with his firm hands so that I
couldn’t move when he finally slowed down. His hips were gyrating, slow circles
of pleasure so that he hit nerve endings that had never been hit before and I
was turning liquid inside and out. The urgency had gone and what was left was a
deep, thorough fucking that was making me pant. I’d almost forgotten Charlie,
distantly heard his grunts as I was taken to places I’d not been before, but
now I knew he was stood next to me. I opened my eyes and met his blue gaze and
he smiled.
    “You are so
fucking gorgeous when you come, you know.” Then he leaned