Title: Affection Multiplier App: The Boyfriend
By: BreaktheBar
Chapter 321
Cattie took over the grill and griddle for me when she came out and saw what was happening, a little smirk on her lips as she gave my butt a playful pinch. Part of me wanted to take Becca up to the top deck and ravish her there, but with Heather and Sherry still MIA and JC likely to get up at some point, I knew Becca might have gone along with it but it wouldn’t be as good as in private.
Instead, I picked her up in a princess carry and saw multiple grins as the girls watched me parade her through the living room and kitchen, my cock tenting my shorts. Back in the cabin, I kicked the door shut behind us as she laughed and clung to me, and then I brought her to the bed.
“Tell me what you want,” I said as I sat her down on the end. “What do you want from me before I have to spend weeks without you?”
Becca was already shimmying her shorts down over her hips. “Just fuck me, Tiger,” she said.
I wanted to do more. I always wanted to do more with Becca. But we really were on a timeline for the morning and we couldn’t spend forever on sex. There were conversations that needed to happen, and piloting the boats.
And packing. And leaving.
Becca had her shorts and panties down and off faster than I got my own shorts and underwear down. My cock was hard, and I went down to one knee and she grabbed one of her legs and pulled it back, spreading herself for me. I wanted to stop and stare. To ogle her. Her pussy was so fucking pretty, and the tan lines we were all developing after a week of sun just highlighted it all the more. Instead, I dove in, sliding my tongue through her labia and then drilling it against her hole.
“Fuck, Robbie,” she gasped, clearly in pleasure, but she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up. “Fuck me. Just fuck me.”
I did as she asked, notching my cock into her entrance and then both of us groaned as I pushed into her. The sex was quick and dirty, a wild humping that was more about getting off than loving each other—and it was great. Knowing that we could do that; be that for each other when we felt it, was good. I loved her dearly and wanted to make love to her, but I knew from experience with Cassidy that sex didn’t always need to be about love.
We both wanted to get off. There weren’t any position changes. Her shirt didn’t even come up to reveal her breasts. Our hips slammed at each other and I curled over her to get our lips together even if it wasn’t really kissing. We fucked, panting and writhing. She clawed at the back of my shirt while I held her waist firmly. She licked my lips. I reached under her shirt to grab a tit.
I came first, grunting a warning and she nodded wordlessly, telling me it was OK. Unloading deep into her, I was amazed that I could produce any sperm at all and wondered if I should get checked out by a medical professional to see if I had super-balls or something. App perks or not, it felt almost unnatural. Once I was done I pulled out of her, my sticky cock pressing against her thigh as I reached down and got two fingers inside of her warm, pink cunt and started to finger her.
“Come for me, sugar,” I growled. “God, I love you. Come for me.”
“Robbieee,” she gasped lightly, squeezing her eyes tight as she thrust her hips up and came.
We came back out of the room maybe seven minutes after we went in. Becca’s hair was a little mussed, and we both had little grins, and we received even bigger ones back from the ladies. But Becca didn’t stop to blush, instead she crossed the room and went right up to Wanda.
“Hi,” she said. “I know you want him bad, and you’re holding back for the right reasons. And I know you and I are going to do a lot more with him together when we can. But I want you to do something for me.”
Wanda, looking confused, glanced over Becca’s shoulder at me before looking back at her old friend. “OK?” Wanda asked.
“Open your mouth,” Becca told her.
Wanda did, and Becca raised her two fingers and inserted them, rubbing the taste of our mixed juices that she’d fingered out of her pussy onto Wanda’s tongue. Wanda, for her part, was stunned for a moment before she wrapped her lips around Becca’s fingers and sucked the concoction off of them as Becca slowly pulled her fingers out. Then she hugged Wanda, kissed her on the cheek and whispered something to her. Wanda hugged her back.
“Where’s my taste?” Cassidy asked with a smirk.
“Agreed,” Leia said, blushing slightly but grinning naughtily.
“Did you bring enough for the whole class?” Ami asked from the kitchen. That one stunned almost all of us—even with all I knew about Ami, and what we’d done, it still felt out of character for her to make a joke with as dirty a context as that.
We were all laughing when JC came stumbling out from the back cabin, scratching his head as he winced at the light. He was shirtless, wearing shorts, and looked like he needed another couple of hours of sleep. “What’s so funny?” he mumbled.
“Nothing, Juan Carlos,” Terra said, giving me a glance before going to her still-boyfriend and taking his arm. “Here, coffee,” she said, leading him into the kitchen.
“I should go check on Ginnie and get her up,” Leia sighed, coming up beside me and taking my hand. “Want to come with me?”
“For company, protection, or to fool around?” I asked her quietly. “Because I can do one and two, but after the last few days I think I need a bit of recovery time before I can do number three no matter how much I want to.”
Leia giggled as she smirked. “Fair point,” she said. “Now that I think about it, probably a bad idea anyway if Heather and Sherry are over there.”
“Raincheck,” I said, leaning in and giving her a little peck on the lips.
Leia went across to the Single’s Boat, which was close but not tied up to us so required her to hop into the water briefly, but she was wearing bikini bottoms and one of my T-shirts that must have been lifted from my room that morning.
For not even having breakfast yet, it had been a busy day.
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