Page 30 of Triple Protection
"Fuck Babygirl, that was the most beautiful thing I think I've ever seen." I knew it then that he was a goner. He shoots me a look. He would live and die in her pussy if he could.
Angel doesn't even seem conscious as she catches her breath. Her chest rises and falls, sticking out her perfect breasts and perky pink nipples. God, I want one of them in my mouth so fucking bad. Her hair is matted to her forehead with sweat and her lips are parted, panting. She has the perfect amount of flush on her chest and cheeks, and it's fucking adorable.
Brick leans back so he's standing above the bed and removes his boxer briefs.
"Ready for me, Babygirl?" He asks, stroking his long cock. It should have been weird being comfortable with seeing each other naked, but out in the desert, there's really no chance for modesty. When you've got 40 dudes in one tent and only two showers, you get real comfortable real fast.
Angel must not have been fully passed out because her head shoots up in surprise. She takes a moment to take him in, in all his glory. He's a jacked mother fucker and really could have had any woman he wanted for years. It took him a long time, though, to process his PTSD on top of the loss of his leg and how that affected his self-image. I think Angel is just the girl to help him with that, though. She's not phased at all by the prosthetic or even his issues with touching, and I wonder for a moment how we all got so fucking lucky.
I chuckle at the panicked look on Angel's face. She's probably so fucking sensitive after the hours of torture she may not want a round two. I don't think she's got much of a choice, though, and I grin.
"No," she whispers, scooting back against the headboard. "There's no way that's gonna fit." She says, staring at the massive member between his legs.
Unphased, Brick grabs her by the ankle and pulls her down the bed, closer to him.
"Oh, it'll fit." He says with a cocky grin.
"Brick, one of yourfingersbarely fit." She says incredulously. She's not afraid of him, though. I'll give her that.
"I'll make sure it fits, Babygirl, and I'll make sure it feels good. I just might not last very long."
She lets out a breath. "Good."
Brick and I both chuckle this time. God, she couldn't have been more perfect if she tried. Instead of making him feel bad for maybe coming early, she's asking him to. I don't even think she knows how reassuring that's got to be for him.
He kneels in front of her, between her bent knees. He raises an eyebrow to her, asking permission. She bites her bottom lip but gives him a nod.
"Your arms okay?" he asks, always the gentleman.
She nods and watches as he lines himself up at her entrance, clearly nervous.
He edges into her slowly. Her eyes roll back, and she groans. Brick's entire body is tense, barely hanging on by a thread. This has to be such a mind-fuck for him. To lose his virginity to the girl he's been dreaming about for years.
He never openly talked about it with us, but we always knew when he was thinking about her. His eyes would go all soft. I bet he'd imagined a whole fucking life with her. He talked about it just as a way to get him through the worst of what we did and what we saw over there, but I know him. He isn't the type to just look at a girl and jack off. He'd want the whole fucking experience. The love, the trust, the emotion, the connection. The 2.5 kids, the white picket fence. He just never thought he could have all that.
Angel breathes deep before blowing her breath out in a measured way, willing herself to relax. Slowly, inch by inch, shuddered breath by shuddered breath until Brick is fully sheathed in her. Sweat laces his body, his muscles hard as he wills himself to hold out. He leans his large body over her tinyone, bracing himself on his elbows above her shoulders and laces his fingers through her hair.
"Fuck, Angela, you feel so fucking good." She whimpers in response. "Gotta move now," he grunts. "You good?"
Angel nods; her eyes closed tight.
Slowly Brick pulls almost all the way out of her, before gently pressing back into her. He repeats a slow, easy thrust twice more before he shudders. "Not gonna last." He growls.
"Lift her leg up." I say. Brick leans back enough to grab Angela by one of her ankles before bringing it up to rest against his shoulder, giving him a deeper angle into her. He picks up a frantic pace, trying to get her there before he does. His grunts are met stroke by stroke with her whines, and I match my pace on my own shaft. The telltale tingling that signals I am close begins at my spine and my balls draw up. Quickly, we're all on the precipice.
"Eyes on me, Babygirl," Brick groans out, his voice low and shaky. She meets his eyes and whimpers. Her orgasm tears through her, likely spurred by the intimacy of lovemaking while gazing into each other's eyes. Brick thrusts deeply into her, letting her orgasm milk out his own. He groans long and low before collapsing on her chest and releasing her leg. The hours of wooing Angel, the anticipation, and the hours of watching Brick make love to his girl are too much for me. I come all over my hand like a teenager. I've been doing that a lot lately, living so close to Angela, but I'm usually able to keep it confined to my showers.
I stand and shuck off my pants and boxers and go to clean up in her bathroom. I wash my hands before getting her a warm washcloth. I don't know what Brick knows about aftercare, or if he's even still conscious, so I figure I'd lend a hand.
"Shit!" Brick's cussing when I come back in. He scrambles off her and undoes her hands, which fly to cover her face. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Angela's tiny body is wracked by sobs.
"No, God no, I'm so sorry. I don't know what this is," she says through her hands.
I chuckled. "It's just your hormones, sweetheart. It happens."
"It does?" she looks up at me through watery tears. I smile and nod at her reassuringly.
"Of course, especially when it's been as long as it has for you, and someone decided to torture you for hours." I say in mock chastising Brick.