Riley: Dick, Dick, Dick! — [F22/F22/M47] [Age Gap] [Asshole Neighbor] [Bikini]

It had been two weeks since Mr. Big Dick Henderson gave me the best sex of my life, and now I was trapped on my couch while my friend Brie delivered her weekly TED Talk on men being terrible. Not men as a whole. A very specific flavor of man. The type she keeps going back to like it’s comfort food, even though it’s bland as hell.

Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V, but with worse tattoos.

I nodded into my afternoon coffee like a supportive friend, but my brain was busy replaying Victor slamming into me on a loop.

Still couldn’t believe that actually happened.

Why did he have to have a dick like… Distractingly big.

Distractingly nice.

Dick, dick, dick!

That’s all I could think about.

Ugh.

I could not stop daydreaming about it.

And on top of all that, the last time I talked to my dad on the phone, I was so awkward it physically hurt. I needed to get over whatever that was before my parents got back, because Victor wasn’t going anywhere.

“Are you even listening to me?” Brie asked, lips pushed out in a full pout.

I set my mug down on the coffee table. “I am listening,” I said. “But you already know what I’m going to say.”

“When’s the last time you got some dick, huh?” Brie shot back. “You’re over there judging me like a saint.”

“I—uh. It’s been a few weeks,” I said, scrambling for an exit. “Anyway—”

“Wait. Did you fuck that Peter guy from the party? I don’t remember you sneaking off with him.”

I didn’t.

But I also wasn’t about to tell her my forty-something neighbor had fucked me so good I was sore enough to not think about sex for a couple days. Which, for me, is basically impossible.

“Just some rando from a dating app,” I shrugged.

Brie hit me with the full stop-lying-to-me stare. “You are literally the first person to bring up sex in any conversation. Why are you being weird about it?”

“Because it’s nothing to write home about,” I said. “Trust me. If there were details, you’d already know every single one.”

“Fine, whatever,” she huffed. “If you’re not gonna listen or spill the tea, I’ll just go talk to myself in the pool.”

She let it go way quicker than I expected.

Thank God.

“Sure,” I said, standing and stretching my arm over my head. “I could use some vitamin D.”

Not like I wasn’t already tan enough, but oh well. Let me get a little extra crispy.

Whooo, skin cancer.

We went to my room, and I dug through my dresser for my cute pastel-blue bikini. I’d bought it a few months ago and forgot about it. Was definitely on the smaller side since they didn’t have my exact size. But the bottoms were the tie kind, so I could just leave them a little loose.

Way too cute to pass up.

“Which bikini do you want to borrow?” I asked, then turned around to see Brie already pulling a red string out of her purse.

“I brought one,” she said, holding it up with a grin. “Been dying to wear this.”

Brie loved skimpy stuff. I mean, same, but she lived in the micro territory. Total gym bunny, so she had the body to pull it off.

Sometimes it felt a little overboard, though. She never wore things like that when my parents were home. Thankfully. But the moment they left for their annual trip? Boom. Miniature-bikinis and the world’s most minimal tan lines. Not that she actually got them. Her skin was dark enough that it took some serious sun to make a difference.

I shook my head. “Might as well go naked.”

Brie smirked. “I would, but I need to test this one before I take it out in public.”

We changed and stepped out into the backyard, the heat wrapping around us like a wet blanket. It was so humid out. I loved warm weather, but mid-90s was just disrespectful. Sweat was already showing up on my forehead, and we weren’t even outside for a full minute.

Brie twisted her curly black hair into a bun. “I wish I had a pool,” she said, dipping her toes into the water.

“Your mom would chew you out for wearing two-thirds of the bikinis you own,” I said, stepping onto the first step. “So it’s probably for the best you don’t.”

“You right,” she sighed. “That’s why I keep you around.”

“For my pool?” I asked, gliding into the warm water. “That tracks.”

Brie joined me, sinking until the water brushed her collarbone. “Platinum blonde looks so good on you. You better keep it for a while.”

“Oh, I am. Which means no splashing,” I said, checking my bun was in place. “I do not need chlorine messing it up. My hairdresser gave me a whole lecture last time.”

She watched me for a second, eyes narrowing a smidge. “Why are you so low energy today?”

“What? I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Normally you’d take a compliment and turn it into a five-minute monologue about how hot you look.”

Whoa… I didn’t always do that.

I let my shoulders drop under the surface. “Maybe I didn’t sleep great?”

Was I acting weird?

Brie let it go, and we drifted around for a good half hour before I noticed Victor over the fence. He was halfway up a ladder, clearing out his gutters in an old tank top and gym shorts.

Of course he’d choose now to do yard work while we were in the pool.

Not on purpose. Probably. Our fences were high enough that there was no way he’d seen us come out, and I was almost positive he’d gotten home around ten minutes ago. His truck announces itself to the entire neighborhood.

Victor caught me staring.

He lifted his gloved hand and waved.

I whipped my head away so fast I might have strained something.

“Doesn’t he hate y’all?” Briee asked. “Why’s he suddenly so friendly?”

“He hates my dad,” I said. “I’ve never done anything to him.”

Brie narrowed her eyes at me as if she was piecing together a conspiracy. “Now that I think about it, I’m shocked he didn’t bitch about the party. He always complains.”

“I asked if it was okay,” I said, keeping my tone neutral. “He appreciated that I actually went over there first.”

“You showed him your boobs,” she said, pressing her lips into a line. “Yup. You did.”

I rolled my eyes. “That’s the first place your brain goes?”

She shrugged. “Because there is no universe where that man was fine with it because you asked nicely.” She glanced back at him. “Should we flash him?”

“Oh my God, stop.”

She elbowed me underwater. “C’mon, Riley.”

“He’s kind of old, isn’t he?”

As if that stopped me two weeks ago.

Brie grinned. “Isn’t that the fun part? Plus keeping him happy means less headache later.”

I shook my head at her. “Please. You just like showing people your tits. You are such an exhibitionist.”

Her phone was literally full of nudes.

I glanced back over just as he looked our way again, and Brie immediately popped up out of the water, yanked her tiny triangles to the side, and shook her boobs at him.

The biggest grin spread across his face, and he gave a thumbs-up.

Before I even blinked, Brie snagged my arm, dragged me upright with her, and slid her hands around my waist from behind. She tugged my top to the side, squishing my boobs together—and I just… let it happen.

Mostly because a part of me—more than I wanted to admit—wanted him to see them again.

“Jesus, Brie,” I mumbled as she jiggled my tits.

And like that, I was horny again.

Even though I’d gotten myself off this morning.

Twice.

Victor gestured us over and climbed down the ladder.

Oh no… this was bad. There was no way I was going over there. For one, I knew it’d get me all worked up, and I’d end up crawling back later. I needed to detox from that penis and that included interacting with him.

“Should we go talk to him?” Brie asked, way too excited. “Let’s go see what he wants.”

“Let’s not,” I said… even though my brain was screaming yes please. “It’s probably nothing good.”

“C’mon, let’s just chat for a few minutes.”

She wasn’t going to let this go.

My only choice was to head over there and get us out fast.

If I pushed back too hard, she’d start asking questions.

And she was right—I was off today. Normally, I’d be down to do crazy stuff without a second thought, so refusing to go wasn’t really an option.

I exhaled, dramatically. “If he gets pervy, don’t blame me.”

Brie let me go, fixed her top, then grabbed my wrist and pulled me up the pool stairs while I tried to shove my boobs back into the bikini.

“I mean, I’ll let him cop a feel,” she added, and all I could do was groan internally.

“You’re insane,” I muttered as we stepped out of the pool, water dripping everywhere.

We headed to the side gate, and by the time we pushed through, Victor already had his open, gesturing us into his backyard.

“Ladies,” he said with that smug smirk of his. “Wanna share a joint?”

Brie’s smile lit up instantly. “I will never say no to some flower.”

This was going to go bad…

so bad.

So, so bad.

Weed wasn’t going to help my self-control, and whatever sliver I had left was already hanging by a thread.

Sigh.

We followed him into his backyard, and it was my first time seeing the whole thing. He really took care of it. Perfect, and I mean perfect grass, pretty decorative plants, everything trimmed.

I kind of wished our backyard looked this nice, but my dad was always too busy messing with his muscle car in the garage. And way too cheap to hire anyone. He barely wanted to pay for lawn service while he was gone up north, but there was absolutely no way I was pushing a lawnmower around.

We drifted over to his outdoor couch that looked like it could seat a small party. Brie sat right next to Victor, and I dropped onto her other side. I needed some distance from him.

He stuck out his big palm. “I’m Victor, by the way.”

Brie took it, her hand looking tiny. “Briseida—but you can call me Brie.”

He gave a small nod and reached for the joint resting on the glass table beside his beer.

After lighting it, he took a quick pull to get it burning, and passed it to her. Brie inhaled way more than I expected, holding it for at least five seconds. Then she let it out slowly, a dense cloud spilling from her mouth and curling into the air like she was a damn dragon.

No cough.

Not one.

She was such a pothead.

Brie handed it to me, and I took a couple easy puffs—because my tolerance is a joke—before passing it to Victor.

He gave me this slow, I remember being inside you, smile.

Me too… me too.

Victor gave Brie a once-over. “That’s a hell of a bikini.”

She laughed as he took a drag. “I like my swimwear with… minimal coverage.”

Oh my god, Brie, stoooop flirtinggggg.

“I can tell,” he said, his gaze dropping straight to her boobs with zero shame. “Where’s your family from?”

“My parents are from the Dominican Republic, but I was born here,” she said, plucking the joint from his fingers and bringing it back to her lips.

Victor nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

We kept passing the weed around, and I stayed mostly quiet while Brie complimented his yard as if she was reviewing it for a magazine. She was really cranking up her flirty bimbo act. Victor probably thought she was baked, but nope. She did that when she was sober too.

Meanwhile, my brain was going off the deep end—wondering where this was headed and if Victor was going to bring up our deal at some point. The paranoia was likely the THC, but every time he glanced at me, my stomach did a whole flip.

I needed to get Brie out of here once we finished. She got wild when she was high. My head was starting to feel pretty floaty too.

“Thank you so much for the weed,” Brie said, giving him a little side hug. “You’re pretty cool.”

“Anytime you wanna smoke or show me those big titties, my door’s open,” Victor said with a grin. “Even if Riley’s daddy is home.”

Crude Victor has made his grand entrance.

“You’re so funny,” Brie giggled, playfully slapping his arm. “You wanna see them up close before we leave?”

Unbelievable… not really. I knew this was coming. She was into older guys… but I figured not this old.

Victor nodded. “Absolutely.”

Brie hooked a finger under the string of her top, teasing for a second before moving it over and showing him.

“Mhmm, I love dark nipples,” he groaned. “They would look so good in a wet T-shirt.”

Victor reached out and touched her boob without asking. And what did she do? She leaned in, giving him a better angle. Brie was absolutely giving him the fuck me eyes, and she knew it.

She probably didn’t actually want to fuck him… I think… I wasn’t sure anymore.

His other hand came up, cupping both like he was weighing them. “So firm,” he said, and she just smiled. “How old are you, baby?”

“Twenty two,” Brie answered like she was proud.

I don’t even know what flipped the switch, but jealousy smacked me out of nowhere. One second I was watching them, the next I was sliding around to his other side, fingers already pulling the string loose behind me.

The top came off, landing on the table in front of us. “Are you going to touch mine too?”

Wow. Could I sound any more desperate?

Victor’s hands came over immediately, squeezing my tits. “You girls are spoiling me,” he said, grinning as if Christmas came early.

Brie’s eyes dropped straight to the very obvious dick print in his shorts.

Victor caught it. “You wanna see it?”

“Yes, pleasseee,” she said instantly, zero hesitation. “Balls too!”

Girl, stoppppp. I cannot with you.

He glanced at me. “I like your friend.”

This was absolutely her fault. There was no way I had the willpower to not encourage this. I’m just gonna go ahead and tick the little box that says Riley failed to keep herself under control.

He shoved his shorts down and kicked them off, legs spreading wide enough to bump our knees. Full view. Everything out. His cock was half-hard, sitting there on those enormous balls.

“Jesus, it’s huge,” she held her hand over her mouth, completely stunned. Her eyes flicked up at me, catching me staring too…

Okay, staring and maybe low-key drooling.

“You totally fucked him,” Brie blurted, eyes wide. “Riley, you’re such a slut. Your dad hates this man.”

“Oh, shut up,” I muttered, my face going hot.

Wow… I didn’t even try to deny it.

Guess I’m fully accepting it now. And Brie is never going to let me live this down.

Victor’s eyes drifted toward her. “And you?”

She pointed at herself. “Me? I’m a bigger slut than Riley. I just like teasing her.”

“Oh yeah?” Victor smirked. “You two ever kissed?”

Oh, no.

Brie shook her head. “Nope.”

Where was this going?

Ugh. I knew exactly where it was going—I just wanted to sit in denial a little longer.

He leaned back, resting his arm up on the backrest. “Well… maybe you should.”

I cleared my throat. “Uh—”

“Sure,” Brie said immediately, swiveling toward me. “Why are you shocked? You know I’m bi.”

Yeah, I know.

But not with me!

holy shit.

This wasn’t happening.

This had to be a dream.

A nightmare?

I couldn’t tell anymore.

She leaned across Victor’s lap, eyes closing, as though it was already decided.

Was I really about to kiss her?

Was this actually happening?

Oh no.

No, no, no.

I set my palms on Victor’s thigh and tilted in. I stopped right before our lips touched, feeling her breath on mine… but she didn’t stop. She closed the gap, mouth on mine, her tongue slipping in as if we hadn’t been platonic friends our whole life.

How the hell did we get here?

But I still kissed her back just as hard. It was passionate—way more than it had any right to be. I’d never thought about Brie like this in my life, but pretending it wasn’t hot? Yeah, no. Straight-up lying.

And she was a really good kisser, like, damn.

Victor’s fingers curled around the back of my neck and guided me to his mouth, and I was the one who pushed my tongue in first. My hand landed on his chest as I leaned into him, and he grabbed my tit that wasn’t pressed against him, playing with the nipple.

The moment we pulled apart, Brie jumped in. We kept trading back and forth, kissing Victor and meeting in the middle a couple times before going right back to him.

This was probably a typical middle-aged man’s wet dream, and we were just… going along with it.

After a few minutes, his hand drifted to the back of my head and pushed me down to his now very, very hard dick. I closed my lips around the pink, swollen tip, my mouth stretching because it barely fit. I swirled my tongue around him, trying to take as much as I could, and slid my hand down to his balls, rubbing them gently while I sucked.

He was leaking so much precum. And that salty taste only pushed me to go harder, playing with his slit like I couldn’t get enough.

I was one hundred percent getting fucked again. We both were. We were about to get wrecked by the pervert next door. I never thought I’d be sharing a guy with Brie, let alone ending up in something that felt ripped straight out of a bad porn script.

This was insane.

I popped off his cock, stroking him with all the saliva I’d left behind while I caught my breath, a little of it dripping down my chin. It felt like I had a damn soda can in my hand.

Okay—maybe not a full soda can, but definitely a Red Bull.

Brie and Victor broke apart, and he caught her chin between his fingers. “You got some pretty lips.”

That stupid spike of jealousy hit again, and I pushed up. “What about me?”

He brushed his hand over my head, eyes dragging over my face. “Oh, yours too… but I love those big blue eyes.” He paused. “Hmm. I think I wanna see you eat your friend’s pussy.”

Brie didn’t even wait. She stood, peeled off her tiny red bottoms, and settled back against the armrest with her legs spread wide open.

How was she not embarrassed by all this?

“Look at that smooth pussy,” Victor said, giving my back a little pat. “Go on now. Best friends help each other out, right?”

I… I…

This…

How…

I was really going to do this, wasn’t I?

Before I could overthink it any more than I already had, I crawled over Victor’s lap and slid down between her thighs. Brie hooked a leg over my shoulder and dragged me closer, my face inches from her pussy.

She was way too excited for this.

I started slow, almost shy, pressing soft kisses to her lips before tracing them with my tongue. There was still a hint of chlorine on her skin from the pool, fading as I pressed deeper, a faint sweetness replacing it. I didn’t know what I thought she’d taste like, but… Brie tasted good. Better than any dick I’d ever sucked in my life.

Never in my life did I think that thought would ever run through my head.

When I moved up to her clit, I circled it a few times before easing the hood back with my fingers. I flattened my tongue and flicked against her, a soft “Mmm” slipping out. The louder she was, the more into it I was. Especially when her hand traveled to the back of my head, holding me in place.

I think I might be bi.

Because this was turning me on so much more than I ever saw coming. I’d kissed a girl as a joke before, but never seriously. Now I was tonguing Brie’s entrance with the same enthusiasm I had for dick.

What a wild way to find out.

I felt fingers sink into my hips, yanking my ass up. Victor snagged one of the string loops on my bikini bottoms and gave it a tug, letting them fall away. His cock rubbed up and down my pussy from behind, slicking himself. And god, was I ready for his monster. I’d been dying for it. I don’t think I’d gone a single day without imagining taking him again, letting this jerk use me like his little slut.

He shouldn’t be fucking somone my age, but that just made it even hotter.

Made me want his old dick buried inside me more.

This was so dirty.

His fat head pressed against me, spreading my lips around him. Just like last time, my body needed a second to open for him. That thick pressure, that stretch, the way he had to work his way in. It all made my legs go weak.

When he sank past the tightest part, I gasped, my cheek falling against Brie’s pussy. I tried to bring my mouth back to her clit. But every time I got close, Victor pushed deeper into me, knocking moans out I couldn’t hold back.

He finally bottomed out, groaning as he stayed there for a moment—letting me adjust around him—before he started to pull out and thrust again. All I could do was take it, the side of my face soaked from Brie while Victor had his way with me.

“Push those titties together,” he said, and I managed to glance up long enough to see Brie listen. Her eyes were locked on him, her boobs bouncing a little from the way he kept driving me into her.

Soon Victor pulled out, manhandling me over the backrest so my tits hung forward and my ass was up for him. He did the same to Brie. Arranging us side by side like a matched set, deciding who he wanted first in this position.

He chose her.

When I looked back, Victor was already positioning himself behind Brie, licking his lips as if he couldn’t believe it. “I’m such a lucky bastard.”

Her eyes went wide, mouth falling open as he pushed in, fighting against her tightness just like he had with me.

Brie glanced over at me. “Wow,” she mouthed.

“Holy shit,” he said, staring down. “Both of you are tight as fuck.”

Victor grabbed Brie’s waist and started ramming into her, hard enough that her eyes rolled back a little.

“F-f-f-u-ck—” she mumbled, her moans coming out broken, like she was bouncing down a dirt road.

The sound of him pounding into her—these loud, sharp claps—echoed through the whole backyard, and I really hoped the neighbors couldn’t hear, but honestly… it was loud enough they probably could. And Brie’s enthusiasm was only increasing.

He smacked her ass a few times, hard. “Damn, this is bubbly as fuck.” Then looked over at me with that grin. “Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll get to you in a second.”

Victor eased out of Brie and moved behind me while she was still catching her breath. He pushed into me in one deep stroke, holding my hips and clapping my cheeks like he couldn’t get enough. I got this stupid little sense of accomplishment, because it did feel like he was fucking me different. Harder. Rougher. And it sent this ridiculous wave of pride rushing through me.

But he didn’t stick with either of us for long—switching back and forth, fucking us like he genuinely couldn’t decide which one he wanted more.

Though, he definitely spent extra time with me.

Brie had a nice ass, sure.

But not nicer than mine.

Why was I turning this into a competition? It wasn’t… or at least it shouldn’t have been.

Victor’s palm cracked against my ass. “Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he said, giving my cheek a squeeze.

We both stood, and he grabbed my wrist. I caught Brie’s hand right after, and the two of us stumbled after him down the hall, laughing like we were drunk.

The king-sized bed with its dark blue comforter was waiting, and I still couldn’t believe I was in his room again. Victor dropped back onto the mattress, his cock standing up in all its veiny glory.

He patted his thighs. “C’mon, baby—drop that Dominican pussy on my dick.”

Brie climbed on like she’d been waiting her whole life to hear that. She lined him up and sank down, her mouth falling open the second she bottomed out.

“Y-you’re so…” Brie stuttered, breath catching. “Fucking deep.”

I ran my hand over her ass as she started rocking, giving it a smack.

She really started bouncing on him, her tits jiggling with every drop, eyes squeezing shut.

Victor looked up at me. “Sit that pussy on my face.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I swung a leg over his chest and lowered myself onto his mouth, facing Brie. His hands gripped my cheeks immediately, dragging me down as his tongue made a mess between my thighs—doing that same devouring thing he’d done the first time, and I was loving every fucking minute of it.

This man was a certified pussy-eating specialist.

For real.

I leaned forward, wrapped my arms around Brie’s neck, and caught her lips, kissing her through our tangled moans. She stopped bouncing and melted into a slow grind, her clit dragging against him with every roll of her hips.

My orgasm hit first, but I kept our kiss going as it ripped through me. My whole body locked up, my thighs tight around Victor’s head while he kept making an absolute mess down there. The weed only made everything hit harder; my head went floaty, my face tingling, like my whole skull was humming.

Brie wasn’t far behind.

She tore away from the kiss with a gasp, her hips stuttering as she fell forward, hands digging into my shoulders, whining into my neck. We were both trembling uncontrollably, both riding it out on him like our bodies didn’t know how to stop.

We heard Victor grunt beneath us, muffled but loud, and then Brie’s voice cracked. “F-fuck, I’m not—” Her hips jerked. “He’s—oh my god—he’s—fuck—”

Victor was coming in her hard, every pulse dragging another moan out of Brie as the two of us started coming down from our orgasms.

Brie finally lifted her face from my neck, dazed. “Wow… just wow…”

“Right?” I breathed.

I swung my leg off Victor and flopped onto the bed beside him. My pussy was soaked, his face even more so, and he was lying there with the biggest smile.

“I’m gonna need a shirt or towel. It’s gonna be messy when I get up,” Brie said, sitting back a little.

“I don’t care,” Victor said. “Drop on the blanket. I gotta wash this shit anyway.”

Brie slid off him and collapsed on his other side, and the three of us just lay there staring at the ceiling, breathing.

“If you’ve got any other friends who want some dick, let me know,” He said, smug as hell.

Wow. He would say something like that after just railing two girls in their twenties.

So greedy.

“Well, Mr. Henderson,” Brie said between breaths, “I don’t know why Riley’s dad dislikes you.”

Victor was totally unbothered. “Yeah, I know. I think I’m a pretty cool guy. But fuck him.”

He patted both our thighs as if we were pets he was done playing with. “I gotta finish those gutters before dark. So take your pretty little selves home, and I’ll see you later.”

Wow… He was kicking us out.

Brie and I pushed ourselves upright, and my gaze went straight to the pool of white running out of her. She gave me an expression that basically said, that’s a lot of cum. Right at that moment, this tiny, stupid ping of irritation hit me because he hadn’t finished inside me.

I knew I shouldn’t care…

We shuffled to the edge of the mattress, sitting there for a minute while our bodies tried to remember gravity again.

I was about to stand when Victor’s voice cut through the haze. “Riley. Stay a minute.”

Brie looked over, and I gave her a quick nod—go ahead. She pushed off the bed and made her way toward the door, swaddling a bit with every step.

Yeah… she was absolutely going to be sore tomorrow.

When she disappeared down the hall, Victor stood and stepped around to face me. His dick was still out, hanging just inches from my face as he stopped in front of me.

Victor grabbed my chin and tilted my head up to him. “Here’s how this is gonna go. You can have all the parties and shit you want—but I get this pussy whenever I want. Understood?”

My breath snagged. “O-okay.”

He tightened his grip enough to make my pulse jump. “Add a ‘sir’ to that.”

I blinked up at him, heat crawling up my neck. “…Okay, sir.”

“That’s better.” His thumb brushed my lower lip. “Now tell me—if I knock on that door tomorrow, what happens?”

I swallowed so hard it clicked. “I—I bend over, sir.”

“Good girl. You’re mine now,” he said, his thumb sliding into my mouth and I sucked it without breaking eye contact. “I’m going to do all sorts of filthy things to that tight little body.”

I nodded.

He pulled his thumb free and just stared at my tits, like he was thinking something filthy. “You might want to get on birth control if you’re not. Actually…” his mouth curved into this dark smirk. “I’d prefer you didn’t. I wanna see Greg’s reaction.”

Oh my god.

Oh my god for two reasons.

One—that would be catastrophic. Like, end-of-my-life catastrophic.

And two—I kinda have this dommy breeding-kink thing I’d never act on in real life. Pure fantasy. Off-limits.

But now real life was literally handing me the scenario, and all I wanted to do was… at least play along. Here. With him.

Definitely only here… as roleplay.

“I-I won’t take any birth control, sir.”

“Good.” He stepped aside, giving me space. “Go on.”

I stood up, already getting turned on again, which was exactly why I had to leave—give it another thirty seconds and I’d be begging him to bend me over for round two. I walked out, his eyes glued to me the whole way. He stayed behind, and a moment later I heard him stripping the bed, changing sheets as if he was resetting the scene for next time.

When I stepped out back, Brie was still completely naked, holding both our bikinis in her hand.

“Ready?” she asked, grinning.