Eating the Leftovers

The elevator dinged and Mark lurched off of the wall. A drunk was clinging onto his shoulder, drooling into his shirt. With a start, they shuffled their way out onto the hallway and made their way home.

"Keys?" Mark asked.

His friend, Adam, blinked at the door with his mouth hanging open.

With a roll of his eyes, Mark reached into his friend's pocket. A shuffling sound came from the other side of the door as he searched. The lock unlatched and a crack of light shone out.

"Baby!" Adam shouted, shuffling forward with open arms.

Paige let him wrap around her, smiling weakly as the man sank his weight into her.

"You two have fun?" she asked, stepping inside.

"I guess," Mark replied, shutting the door behind him and bolting it. "He's been like this half the night."

"Everyone else get home okay?"

Mark nodded. "Yeah, it was pretty quiet for the rest of us. Want me to get him to bed?"

But Adam was already easing his way toward the fridge, sneaking toward it in a careful half-crouch. He emptied a handful of condiments and Tupperware into his arms and slipped off toward his bed with a cackle.

"I guess not..."

Paige shook her head, watching with a grin as her man slipped away. "Are you sticking around for breakfast? We could all go out."

"Maybe. I think most of the guys are heading out first thing. I'm not in too big of a rush, though, unless you guys need me to go. I'm sure you want your place back to yourselves."

"It's no trouble," she shrugged. "Well, night."

She slipped back down the hall with a lazy wave and followed Adam into the bedroom. The door closed softly behind her. Adam's voice rose through the wall, far too loud.

Kyle went into his guest room and closed the door, muffling the sound of it. He got to work packing up the last of his things.

It had been the boy's last get-together before they all spread out across the country. One last chance to drag up all the old college stories, and then they would settle into their new lives. Their lives as real adults. It was one last chance to party like twenty-year-olds.

At least, that was true for most of them. Adam had already settled down and married Paige. He had already started his life.

Mark, meanwhile, was the only one of them who hadn't found a job yet. He hadn't even found a town he was sure he wanted to live in. The thought of it alone had been enough to keep him sober.

He zipped up his bag and pushed it against the wall, all ready to go for the morning. He stripped down to gym shorts and settled back onto the bedsheets.

And then he heard it.

A soft, rhythmic squeak of the bedsprings sounded from across the hall. The unmistakable sound of sex.

Adam grunted a few pumps later. A soft squeak came out that might have been Paige, or might have been the bedframe. A long, gasp rumbled through the wall as Adam finished.

The sounds abruptly stopped.

Mark turned toward the wall and waited for more, but the house was silent again. He settled back into the covers, shaking his head.

A soft tap rang against the door. Mark's eyes snapped open.

He climbed down from the edge of the bed carefully and opened the door by a crack. Paige was there, her thin white robe glowing in the darkness. She looked back at him with wide eyes.

"Hey," she whispered.

Mark peeked from the crack, hiding his bare chest. "Hi. What's up?"

Paige nodded her head and leaned in closer. "Open the door."

He stepped back and let her push her way in.

Holding the collar of her robe shut, she glanced around the place and finally back at him. The light was on in the room, though dimmed. It was bright enough to make him self-conscious that he was only wearing shorts.

She bounced silently on her feet, her eyes wide, like she was waiting for something.

"What's up?" he tried again.

Paige nodded her head toward her bedroom. "He fell asleep."

"Okay."

Her feet bobbed up and down again. "Would you... You know?" She cocked her head. "Would you want to finish me off?" she asked.

Mark blinked silently, trying to understand.

"I can't sleep," she whispered, shrugging. "You know? Please?"

He swallowed carefully. "Like...?"

"Eat me out," she whispered impatiently. "I-"

The thought of hit his brain all at once, playing through his mind like a movie: Her legs spread open before him, her eyes rolled backward as his mouth buried into the lips of her hairy, wet cunt.

Mark's cock jutted hard against the gym shorts, tenting them open. All reason and sense fell aside in a millionth of a second.

He lifted her silently from the ground before she could finish talking. She didn't seem to care. Her warm, soft long legs wrapped around his waist. He pressed his cock against her once and dropped her on the edge of the bed.

Without a word, he sank to his knees in front of her beside the mattress. She slid to the edge of it and laid back down flat.

He kissed his way up her thigh and Paige tugged her robe higher, inviting him in. He smelled her. There was a fog of animal sex seeping out her. It only grew heavier as he crept closer in.

Her thighs parted open for him as he nuzzled his way between them, revealing a black mass of hair. The dark folds of her cunt peeled apart before him. Wet, white strands stretched apart as she opened. A wet smear glistened across her thighs. She might have dropped a cup of water in her lap. The smell of it was intoxicating. He could drown in it It filled his lungs like a heavy cloud. He pressed her knees to her chest and leaned in.

But, between the darkness of her lips, a pearly white bead blossomed and trickled out. He watched, puzzling over it as her legs wrapped behind his head. She pulled him in, and he realized what it was. Adam hadn't used a condom.

Wetness slapped against his face from all sides. His tongue lapped out on instinct, stroking mindlessly. The musk was suddenly so foreign. And too salty. Too slippery. It was the taste of Adam, not her. He was certain of it.

He couldn't force himself to swallow. He drooled against her instead, letting it wash back out from his mouth and spill through the crack of her ass.

A moan of pure pleasure poured out of the girl. Her hands wrapped through his hair and pulled him in tighter. His tongue worked steadily on, lapping at her wetly.

"Fuck," she breathed.

Her body arched against the sheets. His mouth moved to keep hold of her, stroking her steadily.

"Fuck," she moaned again. "Just like that."

Paige rolled her hips, stroking herself faster against his mouth. Wetness seeped from her and ran down his chin. His tongue lapped out, slow and steady, dragging against the length of her lips, brushing every fold. She pulled his pillow against her face and grunted, arching hard.

But she wasn't done yet. His hands dragged across her thighs, squeezing the meat of her as he worked. The hairs of her bush slid back and forth against his face, scratching at him. He breathed her in, savoring the tastes that were hers... And the wilder notes that weren't.

"Put your tongue in me," she whispered out from beneath the pillow.

More of Adam's seed was still sloshing around inside of her. He could picture it clearly. Oceans of white mess smeared around the walls.

A trickle of pre-cum dribbled out him as he lifted her hips and pushed his tongue inside.

He pumped his face against her, fucking her with the length of it. She squealed into the feathery stuffing. Her legs, slicked with sweat, squirmed against him.

Mark pulled her closer and stroked the inside walls of muscle as deeply as he could reach, scooping her out with the curve of his tongue, cleaning her.

The taste of her inside was different. Maybe it was his imagination, but the wetness was off. It was musky. Salty. It was too slippery.

It was Adam's spunk. He knew it.

Paige moaned and pressed herself against him, smearing her man's bubbling cum across his face. He pictured it all: the wet, white splatter of his friend's seed all across his face, smearing him from nose to chin. It dripped from his skin in great, reeking globs.

Her hips stroked faster as he ravaged her with his mouth, tonguing her with desperate, animal need. The fingernails against his scalp dug in tighter, leaving sharp pain in their wake. All at once, she came to a trembling halt.

Mark waited, not daring to move.

With a shuttering gasp, she pushed into the sheets. Her legs gripped him again, the muscles spasming hard, crushing him inside. The wet lips of her cunt stroked against his face as her hips pumped against him faster. The sloppy sound of meat slapping against meat rang through the room. Paige gasped and fucked his face harder.

With another full tremble of her body, the bucking slowed. Paige spilled lifelessly against the sheets. Mark peeled her off of his mouth and raised up, sucking in ragged breaths of fresh air.

"I'm going to put my cock in you," he growled, looking her back over. He stroked the pillowy smooth of her thigh and licked his lips off.

Paige shakily shot back up to sitting. She gripped her nails into his hair and pulled him back down without a word. Her legs gripped around his head, tight as a vice, holding him in place. A wet spurt sprayed out against his lips.

Mark went back to work.

The wetness of her dribbled down his neck and past his ribs Her robe fell open as she rocked against his mouth. Her hands slipped off his head and into her bra. She moaned and arched again as her hands pinched and twisted. He pictured the dark nipples inside growing stiff between her sharp nails.

His tongue dug deeper, emptying out the seed inside. Mark's cock swelled fat, spilling pre-cum out against his thigh.

With one last lick, she stopped again, freezing in an instant. Paige gasped and rolled against the bed once more, her legs pinning his head and squeezing tighter until his ears rang.

An eternity passed by, and then... A muffled scream poured out from her pillow, dying away as she ran out of breath. Sweat and wet need poured from her body and into his open lips. With one last tremor of life, her legs collapsed onto the mattress, wet and shaking softly against the sheets.

Paige panted, her heavy breasts heaving, the smell of need radiating off of her like a fog. She lay like that, moaning like a dog in heat.

"Fuck," she whispered, breaking the silence. "Mmm."

Mark grinned and stood up straighter on his knees. "You have to like what you do," he told her, wiping his mouth on the bedsheet.

"Fuck me, I needed that."

She heaved herself onto her side, her body still trembling. "Damn," she laughed quietly, shaking out her hands.

Paige wobbled to her feet and carefully tied her robe closed again. With one last dazed look, she went for the door and pulled it open.

"Night," she whispered, and she gave a small flick of her hand.

Mark closed his mouth and waved back at her. But she wasn't watching. The door had already slipped closed.

There was a squeak of bedsprings as she laid back down in her own bed, back with Adam.

The house was silent once more.

He could picture her in there, cuddled around his old friend, already drifting off to sleep, both of them with a satisfied grin on their faces. His cock throbbed against his leg. The pressure in his balls had grown to a throbbing ache.

He licked at his lips and the taste was still there. Of her. Of him.

With his eyes on the door, he slid the gym shorts down. Cold trails of pre-cum stretched against his fingers as he reached inside.

He pictured the white bead growing in front of his lips again. His lips enveloped it, drinking it in. He could still taste it against the sides of his mouth. He could feel the sticky mess against his teeth. The animal reek of sex. And his hand tugged faster.