Page 91 of The Square

I reach around him, my large hand flat on the small of his back, my fingers splayed wide, and force him closer. Closer. Until we are nothing more than a mass of hard muscles and soft breasts. I allow my hand to fall, letting my fingers slip into his ass.

“Yes,” he groans. And then his hand is on my back. Falling along the lines of muscle that define my hip until his fingers are inside me too.

“Holy shit,” Christine says. Because we are pumping faster now. Our rhythm still perfect, but our motion more urgent.

We fuck each other like that for several seconds. Breathing hard. And moaning. Alec’s hips bang into Christine’s ass with such force the water begins to splatter off her body with each slap of skin.

I think I lose control then. I can’t stop myself. I pump fast, trying to force my cock deeper. I grip Alec harder, my fingers desperately trying to be deeper inside him too.

Christine throws her head back, mouth open and eyes closed. She is moaning, “Oh. Oh. Oh,” over and over again as her legs begin to tremble and then suddenly go limp.

I have to stop fucking Alec with my finger to catch her before she falls, and she laughs. Softly moaning, “Sorry, sorry…”

And Alec laughs too. Just a small chuckle into my mouth as he kisses me softer now.

Because we all know what’s coming…

Christine’s pussy grips around the shaft of my cock and Alec and I have to stop kissing. I know she’s gripping his cock with her ass and this… it’s just…

She comes. Moaning turns into a litany of “Oh, shit, oh, shit… oh…”

I can’t hold it in. I come too. I release everything I have inside her. I grab her hair the way she was grabbing mine and press our faces together. Her eyes open and we stare at each other. Breathing too hard and loving each other too much.

Alec pushes me, forcing me backwards until I bump up against the tiled bench on the far side of the shower and automatically sit.

His cock withdraws from Christine’s ass and I stare at it. Hanging long and hard between his legs. He reaches for my hand as Christine slumps against my chest. Bringing it towards him. I look him in the eyes as I grip his cock and he steps forward.

And then I force Christine’s head down with my other hand and say, “Open your mouth, Christine.”

And she does. With eyes closed.

I pull on Alec until he reaches out for the wall, trying to steady himself. And then I aim his come into her mouth.