Page 44 of Secret Baby for My Brother's Best Friends

My breath hitches in my chest, and he moves higher, shifting my panties to the side. When his hand finally cups my damp skin, I groan, and so does he.

“Fuck,” His voice is harsh, sounding strained, and that’s what really gets me going. He’s not as calm as he attempts to portray.

His hand is shaking, and he might be just a little bit on the edge, the same way I am. All I have to do is push him over.

I slide one hand down his body, and he catches it with his.

“Chelsea.”

"Sam," I say, and our eyes meet in a clash of desire. He wants to take this slow, and while I admire and enjoy that, right now what I need is for him to fuck me so hard I can't breathe.

He smiles. “Just let me do what I need to do. I promise I’ll make this so good for you, baby.

"It’s already good."

"I can make it better."

I bite my lips, and he kisses me again, sapping the strength from my whole body, and my hand falls with it.

The seat lowers gradually until I'm lying stretched out above him, and then he lifts me higher, until my pussy is on his chest.

His intent glows in his eyes, and anticipation is like a drug in my blood.

I've dreamt about this.

Ever since he ate me out that first time, I've craved it again.

As he shifts me higher, I close my eyes.

I don't know if I can take it.

I think I might die if it happens, and I won’t be able to control myself because already my synapses are all firing at the same time, and my nerves are going haywire, and ooooh...

And I’m right

The second this mouth touches my pussy, I come.

He moans as I flood his mouth with my release, and he doesn't stop.

He eats me out madly, his tongue curling around my clit, making me scream and lengthening the explosion.

He keeps going regardless, not stopping, even when I’m shaking on the descent.

I'm lost in a different world. I'm floating in space, as my soul sings for more satisfaction.

Then someone raps on a distant window.

And I hear, "Now that's just not fair.'

My eyes fly open, and my head snaps to the side. I have the vague idea of Jake standing there, before Sam manages to wring out another strangled orgasm for me.

I get my wires crossed and end up saying some garbled combination of both their names.

Then reality hits me like a freight train.

And then I'm slapping at Sam's shoulder to be let go, rolling over to my seat, and yanking my clothes back into position.

"Oh, don't stop on my account," Jake says, still with that amused tone. "I can leave again if that's what you want."