The Basilios Monologue

man for me. Or in this case, the women. Two beautiful, eager women who are not only into me, but each other. Hey, heaven? Dean Di Laurentis here. Thanks for letting me visit. “Well. I guess I should get started then,” I announce, and then I lower her onto the cushion and bring my mouth to her breasts. I capture a nipple and suck hard, and her hips buck off the couch as she moans. A shadow crosses the corner of my eye. Kelly bends over beside me and licks Michelle’s other nipple. Oh sweet Jesus. I groan loud enough to wake the dead. Kelly peeks up to smile at me. “Figured you could use some help.” Then she kisses her way down Michelle’s flat stomach toward the juncture of her friend’s thighs. Forget heaven. This is nirvana. I follow the path Kelly has taken, my lips traveling over tanned skin and sweet curves until I reach the place that makes my mouth water. Kelly’s already licking it. Holy hell. I’m not sure I can control myself long enough to get them both off. I’m too close to the edge already. …show more content…
Fucking hell. I crane my neck toward the entertainment center. The digital clock on the Blu-Ray player reads eight-thirty. I try to remember if I told any of the guys they could come over tonight, but I haven’t spoken to anyone but my roommates today, and they’re all AWOL. Garrett and Logan left for Boston an hour ago with their girls, and Tucker’s taking some chick to the movies tonight. “Hold that thought.” I lick Michelle’s thigh in a teasing stroke, then rise from the couch and