James #2
I groaned, hips jerking up. The thought of Amiyah between us, gasping, moaning, her body stretched to take everything we gave, it hit me like lightning.
Calla’s eyes burned into mine, catching the reaction, feeding it. “You’ll have her bent over this very couch, James. Your hand in her curls, your voice breaking her down. And I’ll be right here… with the whip, with the control, reminding you both who’s truly in charge.”
Her words made me throb so hard I nearly came untouched.
She reached between us, unzipping me with deliberate slowness.
My dick finally sprang free, thick, aching, and she wrapped her fist around it, stroking once, twice, firm enough to make me grunt.
Then she lifted her hips, sliding her panties to the side, and sank down on me with a hiss of satisfaction.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my head snapping back, hands trembling where they gripped tight behind me. The feeling of a wet, warm vice grip had enveloped me, causing my breath to catch in my lungs. I’d never felt pussy this good, and I was so close to painting every wall inside her pussy.
She rode me hard from the start, no softness, no mercy—just power. Her nails dug into my chest, her breath hot against my ear as she leaned forward and ground her hips in tight, punishing circles.
“You feel how tight I am?” she whispered. “Imagine her here. Imagine the way she’ll cry out when you stretch her open the way you’re stretching me. Imagine her begging for both of us, not knowing who to please first.”
I moaned so loud it bordered on a plea. My hips surged up to meet her thrusts, desperate, hungry, chasing every word spilling from her lips.
Calla’s hand seized my jaw, forcing my gaze up to hers. “Don’t you dare close your fucking eyes while I’m fucking you. I want you to see me when you fall apart. I want you to remember who planted that seed of Amiyah in your head, who owns you even when she’s between us.”
She clenched around me, her pace relentless, body taking her own pleasure without asking, without waiting. The wet, obscene sounds of her riding me filled the room, mixing with my ragged groans.
“Say it,” she demanded, voice sharp as a lash. “Say she’ll be ours.”
My chest heaved, words ripped out of me like a prayer. “She’ll be ours.”
Her smile was a dangerous satisfaction. She ground down harder, the friction unbearable, exquisite. “That’s right, you’re mine, and soon… she will be too. Two subs, begging to submit to me and please me so that you both can experience the ultimate pleasure.”
My release tore through me violently, white-hot and overwhelming, spilling deep inside her as she milked me with every deliberate grind.
But she didn’t stop. She rode me through it, using me, chasing her own release, her moans mixing with mine until she trembled and came hard, her pussy creaming all down my dick, 8.
5-inches covered in her honey, nails carving into my chest as if she was marking me.
When she finally slowed, her breath ragged, she leaned close, lips brushing my ear.
“This was just the beginning,” she whispered. “The next time, you’ll both be on your knees pleasing me.”
The room was heavy with the smell of sweat and sex, the sound of our ragged breathing the only thing filling the silence.
Calla stayed on top of me for a moment, her chest rising and falling against mine, her body still pulsing faintly around me like she wanted me to remember exactly where I’d been.
Then, just as quickly as she broke me down, she softened.
Her fingers traced lightly over the raw crescent marks she’d carved into my chest, soothing over the sting. She eased her weight off me, settling against my side, her hand splayed over my heart as if to remind me it was still beating.
“Breathe, baby,” she murmured, her voice low, steady. Not a command this time. A balm.
The term of endearment tugged at my heartstrings. I dragged in air slowly, my body shaky, but her presence anchored me. Every time she pulled me apart, she stitched me back together. That was the fucked up beauty of her.
She pressed a kiss just under my jaw, soft, lingering. “Always such a good boy, giving me everything.”
My throat tightened, words caught between shame and relief. “You… you wreck me, Calla.”
Her lips curved against my skin. “And you love it here, that’s why you keep coming back for more.”
I laughed weakly, running a hand through my damp hair. “You’re not wrong.”
We lay there in the quiet, her body warm against mine, and I realized how much I craved this—the stillness after the storm. The way she didn’t leave me in pieces but helped gather the shards.
After a while, she sat up, fixing her skirt, slipping effortlessly back into the armor of CEO elegance. It was always jarring to watch—the transition from the woman who rode me like she wanted to destroy me to the one who could walk into any boardroom and command it.
“We’ve got plans tonight,” she said matter-of-factly, smoothing her hair. “CJ and Calil want to meet at Olive she looked as though she’d walked off a photo shoot and into dinner.
Beside her, Lena, her best friend, aka my sister-in-law’s baby sister, whom she recently connected with, if I remembered correctly.
The sight of her hit me in the gut, hard.
Calla followed my gaze, her lips curving like she’d been waiting for this moment.
“Well,” she murmured, sliding her hand in mine. “Isn’t this… convenient.”
The hum of live music wrapped around the restaurant like smoke, the sax player on stage pouring something low and sultry into the air. Olive CJ wandered off to greet an old friend; Calil leaned into his own conversation with Lena, his curiosity driving his desire to talk.
Which left the three of us—me, Calla, and Amiyah—trapped in a triangle no one could ignore.
Calla leaned back, sipping her wine with a smirk playing at her lips. “Amiyah, you look… radiant tonight.”
Her compliment hung in the air, heavier than it had any right to. Amiyah blushed, glancing down, then back up, and for the first time, I caught it—the spark. The unspoken curiosity in the way her gaze lingered on Calla’s mouth, then darted back to mine.
Heat licked through me, so sharp it was almost unbearable. They saw each other, too. Not just me.
Calla set her glass down, her hand sliding over my thigh beneath the table like she owned me, like she was daring me to do something about it. I clenched my jaw, every muscle tight, my body split between wanting to dominate Amiyah right there and needing Calla’s brand of control.