Serious Foreplay–1
I’d given my warning, we were doing this tonight but diving in wasn’t going to work for Ethan. So I let him make me a sandwich while we watched a newer episode of Supernatural where I tried to be a good sport and pointed out that the actors where supernatural themselves because they didn’t age. Sometime during the middle of it, I must’ve fallen asleep and the couch was where they’d left me.
The cowards!
“Can’t deal with one horny girl,” I muttered, shaking my head in disgust as I walked
towards Ethan’s room.
“Okay, so what do I do?” I overheard Ethan asking Seth as I peeked through the crack in
the bedroom door.
I rolled my eyes as Seth gave him a pep talk about–French kissing where? My interest was piqued as I walked in and lifted my shirt. They could talk and I could get naked. I was
ready to be Ethan’s cunnilingus practice doll, but as I tossed my shirt to the side and dropped my pants I felt uncomfortably exposed. I hesitated and settled a hand over my stomach to calm it as I argued with the bitch in my head trying to destroy my self–esteem. The heat emanating between my wobbling legs won out. I wanted this, but I needed it more. What happened the other day wouldn’t be the end of my story today.
My eyes dropped to my underwear but paused. It was the only place Seth and Ethan hadn’t seen yet, well not fully. Touching and seeing, hell probably inspecting in Ethan’s case, was a different story. I exhaled. Shaking my head, I decided to leave my light blue
boy short underwear on.
Even with me standing almost directly behind them, they were so into their ‘this is how you do it‘ pep talk that they were oblivious to me. They sat on the bed, with Seth leaning towards Ethan, his arm around his shoulder. They were huddled, whispering to each other about other things that Ethan needed or could to do to me. I couldn’t hear them word–for-
word, but what I did hear sounded good to me.
I leaped on the bed just behind them, giggling a little as I bounced, but still, they didn’t notice. Frowning, I turned on to my stomach and propped my chin upon my arm as I
watched them. “Yap, yap, yap,” I mumbled around a yawn.
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Serious Foreplay–1
I’m gonna die a virgin, I thought, yawning again and closed my eyes, partially wanting to get back to the catnap I’d had on the couch. Well, if the in vitro doesn’t work on me
anyhow.
Warm lips and a trail of wetness down the slope of my back made my eyes pop open. A heavyweight settled against me, pushing me into the bed. Muscular arms wrapped around me, pulling my upper body up just enough so that I wouldn’t suffocate in the pillow. My bareback met hot skin and I shivered. I turned my head just in time to see Seth bending over me, trailing kisses on my shoulder blades and grinding his jean–clad hips against my panty covered bottom.
An unintelligible grunt forced its way out of my mouth and I wiggled against his front,
wanting more, yet slightly dazed from that cat nap I’d fallen back into.
Seth gave a pleased hum against my scapula before scraping his teeth over the bone. “You
fell asleep again,” his deep, husky voice whispered against the wet spot he’d made.
I bit my lip, turning my head so I could see him better. “Are you gonna punish me?” I asked softly, a spark of excitement fluttering in my groin. “Or maybe I should punish both of you for leaving me asleep on the couch.”
Seth’s appreciative chuckle made my belly burn with need. He gave a gentle smack to the side of my ass cheek and I yelped with surprise. “We have other plans right now.
Punishment can be dolled out another time.”
We… I turned my head and saw Ethan watching us. “Hey.”
He smiled and settled on the bed next to us on his side. “Hey.”
“Are you ready?”
Ethan reached a hand forward and smoothed my hair out of my face. “I feel like I should be asking you that.”
“I was born ready. Well, kind of,” I paused to frown, but rolled my eyes and tilted back to give Seth’s wandering mouth access to my neck. “Kiss me, Ethan.”
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