“Something was broken, and I wanted to fix it.” Ryan’s cock was already aching when he tossed his jacket onto the pile, and then his tee-shirt. “I hope there’ll be perks in it for me.” He fingered Amy’s nipple chain. “Can I take your chain off?”
“Gently. Leave the earrings. Clint likes them.” Amy stroked her hands down Ryan’s chest. She opened his belt and winced when he unclipped the chain from one nipple then the other.
Ryan kissed Amy’s nipples and dropped her chain by her purse. He kicked his shoes off and his cock sprung up when he shoved his pants and boxers to the floor.
He pulled Amy against him with one arm around her waist and slipped the other hand over her crotchless pantyhose, under her thong, and between her legs.
There was laughter from the other bedroom and Ryan glanced away. The men stood around the bed where Izzy was propped on her elbows, and they congratulated each other while they dressed.
Ryan kissed Amy’s mouth and talked with his lips by her ear. “You’re wet.”
“You’re making me wet.” Amy squeezed Ryan’s arm. “Your muscles are tight.”
“You’re turning me on.” Ryan acted on an impulse, and Amy squealed when he shoved his arm between her legs and lifted her in the crook of his elbow. His forearm was in the crease of her ass, and he flattened his hand at the base of her back.
Amy gasped into Ryan’s ear. He wrapped his other arm around her back, and she tipped her head when he bit her throat. He lifted her higher to suck her tit, and Amy wrapped his head in her arms and ground her clit against his hard bicep.
The door into the suite closed and Clint looked in on Izzy. He left her on the bed and watched his wife writhe in Ryan’s arms.
Ryan knelt on the mattress when he saw Clint watching, and he told Amy, “Clint’s here. It’s show time.” He laid her on her back, and she caught his package in both hands.
Amy kept her grip on Ryan and lifted her head to watch Clint at the foot of the bed. He threw his jacket and tie to the side, and Amy lifted her legs apart. He opened his pants and stroked his shaft, and Amy pulled Ryan’s cock to her mouth.
Clint pushed two fingers into his wife’s wet cunt, and she rocked her hips against his touch. He held his cock in one hand, rubbed it over her hood, and pushed down into Amy’s vagina. He lodged the head of his cock into her, then Amy arched her back and groaned when he filled her.
Ryan pushed his cock into Amy’s open mouth, and she closed her lips around him. He shoved his cock down her throat until she gagged, and he fucked her mouth while Clint’s glistening shaft pumped his wife’s pussy.
As good as it all felt, that wasn’t what Ryan wanted. He wanted to feel Amy’s excitement. She was surprised when he pulled his cock out. Amy kissed Ryan’s face when he knelt beside her, and he held her while her husband rode her. He inhaled the scent of her excitement and tasted it on her skin.
Ryan cupped Amy’s soft breasts. He squeezed her nipples and kissed her throat. Her lips brushed his ear when she whispered, even too softly for Clint to hear, “Fuck me baby. Fuck me. Don’t ever stop.” Her breath was hot and ragged. She clutched at Ryan’s arms and twisted in his grip.
It was almost everything Ryan wanted from Amy. She gave him the rest when her orgasm overwhelmed her. She caught her breath, and her body stiffened. He kissed her throat and her face, and Amy groaned at the ceiling. She bucked, but Ryan held her, and each of Clint’s pounding thrusts came harder and faster.
Amy squealed when Clint slammed deep into her and stopped, and Ryan sat back on his haunches to get out of the way. Clint gasped from his release and slammed into her again, and Amy wrapped him in her arms and her legs.
Ryan backed away and left Clint and Amy alone. He saw Izzy get out of the shower, so he crossed the suite and sat down naked at the foot of her bed where he could watch Clint and Amy. “You’re alright?” he asked. “That was pretty rough.”
Izzy held a hotel towel around her. “I’m OK.” She pumped her fist. “And my list is done.” She looked across the suite where Clint and Amy still talked. “My deal with Clint isn’t done. He paid for the whole night, and he’s going to cash in. At least I don’t have to wear that slutty dress. I brought a change of clothes.”
Ryan hooked his finger into the top of Izzy’s towel and pulled it away from her. “You know I like seeing all your girl bits.”
Izzy turned away, rifled through a bag, and came up with a mirror and makeup. She sat down close beside Ryan and worked on her look before she looked up at him. “I think you like doing more with my girl bits than just looking.”
“I do.” Ryan settled his arm around Izzy’s hips. “Am I going to get a chance?”
“Not tonight, but I have a month before I have to move.” She nodded toward the other bedroom. “Your chances are like 100% if you make it you, me, and Amy.”
Across the suite, Clint climbed off his wife, and she rolled on her belly to watch while he dressed. “I should get dressed,” Izzy said. She picked up her little tube dress from where someone dropped it. “I don’t think I’ll ever wear this again.” She shrugged. “Maybe if it would make some guy’s day.”
Izzy was wearing jeans and a blouse with her high-heeled platforms when Clint shrugged his jacket onto his shoulders. He glanced across the suite then slapped Amy’s butt and talked loud enough for Ryan and Izzy to hear. “Keep that kid around. He’s smarter than he looks.”
Clint left with his hand squeezing Izzy’s ass, and Amy climbed off the bed when the door closed behind them. Ryan met her half way. “You heard the man,” she said. “He wants me to keep you around. What will that take?”
Ryan motioned to the balcony door. “Let’s go outside where people can see us, and we can talk about it.”
They left the door to the room open, and air from inside cooled the warm night. Traffic crept by on the busy street below. It was still early and the cruisers weren’t in a hurry. Ryan arranged the lounge while Ms. Bailey posed by the rail so anyone who wanted to look up five stories could see her.
Ryan sat, and Amy knelt between his knees. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and smiled at the way he hardened in her hand. “You’ve been good to me–patient when I needed it, and passionate when I was passionate. That’s more than I expect from anyone. I never dreamed of that from someone your age.”
“Lay back,” Amy said, and nudged Ryan. “Now you’ve given me my husband back, and I’m grateful. I want to start on top and watch you come inside me, and we can go from there. You don’t mind sloppy seconds, do you?”
Ryan fell back on the lounge and adjusted himself while Amy climbed over him. Amy lifted Ryan’s cock between her legs and lodged its flared head into her pussy.
“Give me your hands,” she said, and pinned them over Ryan’s head. “I need something to hold onto, and I want to hold onto you.” Ryan caught his breath when Amy settled on him. She kissed his face, and she rose and fell on his shaft.
The city lights shimmered in the dying heat while God and Everybody watched Ryan buck and groan and pump his hot essence into Amy. He turned her, and he held her. She bit his throat and scraped her fingers across his back, and when it was over they guarded each other against the cool air, and the dawn lit empty streets.