100. Chapter 98
Derek
She is magnificent.
Her body glistens with sweat, the sheen shimmering the light from the TV with every rock of her body as Xavier takes a turn at her pussy. They’ve stopped using her mouth, opting to return to watching the game as they take turns fucking.
Besides the kiss and the blindfold, I have yet to touch her, content with my place on the couch, watching as they wring every drop of pleasure from her body. She seems to be fighting something internally, not allowing herself to float, clinging to reality by the tips of her fingers.
Hopefully, once we break that grip, she will fly as high as the stars.
The quiet whimpers and moans as they play with her clit and occasionally tug on the chain attached to her nipples, send zings of pleasure down into my balls.
I’ve leaked more precum than I ever have before and wish that we’d set her up in a position that I could watch two cocks sliding in and out of her, slick with her arousal.
I want to watch as that pretty little pussy stretches around them, maybe even add a third cock, one that vibrates enough to drive them all wild.
Just the image has me squeezing the base of my cock hard enough that pain flares internally, bringing me back from the sudden rush of my orgasm. Not yet.
The third period is almost over, and the Warriors have crushed the Basilisks, William and his brother having put four out of the five points on the board for NU.
The whole time he has been out on that ice, believing he is winning at life, I’ve watched Emery slowly losing her grip on reality one finger at a time as she slides further into subspace with every thrust of a cock.
There is a deep grunt from Xavier, and I watch as he fucks into her one final time and then pauses, buried deep, head thrown back, neck corded with tension as his fingers dig into her inner thighs.
My death grip loosens, and I return to stroking my cock, keeping my grip light and not touching the head at all. When they are done with her, it won’t take me long to fill that pretty little pussy with my cum.
If there was a way for me to fill her up over and over again without any of it escaping, I would spend an entire weekend like that.
Restrained upside down, perhaps? Pussy spread open like a vase so that I can jerk into it.
Nothing but eating, drinking, sleeping, and filling her with cum until it overflows her pussy and runs down over her clit and asshole.
So full that I can dip my fingers into the mess, swirling it around inside of her, making sure to paint her walls and cervix with every twist of my fingers.
Fuck.
Pleasure surges again, and I know I have to stop fantasizing about the things I want in the future. I have to stay present.
Xavier pulls out of her, and I greedily watch her entrance for any sign of his cum, but besides his cock having her wetness covering his length and a small drop clinging to his piercing, there is no sign of his orgasm. He moves out of the way, and Darcy immediately takes his place.
The look of relief that crosses his features as his pelvis connects with her ass is like a man dying of thirst and getting his first mouthful of water. I’m confident that if he could worship at Emery’s altar, he would. I’d join him in a heartbeat.
I’ll kneel before this girl any time she asks it of me.
I’m hers.
Mind. Body. Soul.
She owns me.
And even though we will put a collar around that gorgeous neck one day soon, staking our claim over her, it’s she who will be our master.
We are going to pry every single one of her dreams out of her and make sure that they happen for her.
No matter the enormity. We have the rest of our lives to make sure she lives the best version of hers.
Darcy’s rhythm starts out slow, and I go back to watching hockey. I missed a penalty as I watched our own personal version of a shift change. The elder Alderidge is in the penalty box, chewing on his mouthguard as he glares at his brother when his shift lands on the ice.
“Fuck, she’s so wet.” Darcy groans as he reaches in front of him to grab her waist with both hands. His pace picks up, and I have to let go of my cock so that my hand doesn’t mimic his pace.
Creating a fist, I place it on my thigh, ignoring the need that burns like an inferno in my core, and glance over my shoulder to where Xavier disappeared into the dungeon area of the apartment.
Emery makes a sharp noise, and I whip back around and watch as Darcy rubs his thumb over her clit with one hand and pulls on the chain with the other. Her mouth is open wide, a silent scream, and if we haven’t already lost her, then she will surely be gone soon.
Hovering on the edge of subspace for so long will make her drop so much deeper.
She lets out a long, drawn-out moan, and Darcy’s pace stutters.
“Fuckkk,” he drags out, eyes closing as he thrusts a few more times before falling forward and catching himself on his hands on either side of her body. He heaves in several deep breaths, hair all but free of his hair tie, sweat dripping from a few free strands.
My throat is dry as he pulls out, her pussy gapping a little as he uses his hand to pump his cock with the head resting just inside of her, milking the last of his cum out. With a shiver, he sits back on his heels and stares at her opening, chest heaving as he catches his breath.
Gritting my teeth, I look away, my cock bobbing against my stomach as I struggle to keep my need inside of me. My balls are tight and the base of my spine is burning. Unclenching my abs results in precum leaking from my tip.
Fuck, indeed.
“Do you think she can come again?” Hudson asks, stroking his cock as Darcy drunkenly gets back to his feet and moves out of the way.
“Maybe. I think she is right at her limit, though,” Darcy replies, voice hoarse from his orgasm.
“Hmmm,” Hudson hums as he looks down at her pink, wet, puffy pussy lips. “I’m going to try for one more.”
With Emery still lying on the table, he heads over to where we keep the vibrators and comes back with a battery-operated wand a minute later. Black, with rose-gold finishings, perfect for traveling with.
He wastes no time, kneeling between her legs, lining up his cock, and sliding in with one long, deep thrust. Emery barely reacts, the extra-long breath she takes before relaxing again the only sign she is aware something is happening.
Hudson starts fucking her, keeping everything long and deep, like he isn’t in a hurry to go anywhere.
I go back to watching the game, almost needing to jam my hands under my thighs to stop myself from taking the edge off. The game is all but over, with only two minutes left on the clock, but I’m sure that will take another ten with timeouts and penalties.
A quiet hum starts up, barely audible above the game, and I glance at my baby girl.
Her mouth is still open, head turned to the side, and she is pulling her knees tighter to her chest, applying pressure to her own wrists.
Her fingers splay out, like she is reaching for someone to save her from the onslaught of sensations.
But no one is coming.
Not to save her, at least.
“Come on, kitten. You can do it. One more, for me.” The vibration increases, as do Hudson’s thrusts.
Her entire body is rocking with his movements, and he ups the vibration speed again, causing her pelvis to arc away from the table, knees pulling higher and applying even more tension to her wrists.
There is a low, deep moan coming from my baby girl, Hudson’s thrusts snapping into her over and over, the clapping sound of their skin syncing with the racing of my heart.
Come on, baby girl, you can do it. One more.
The speed increases again, and her moan turns to a scream as Hudson curses, hips stuttering as he struggles to keep the vibrator in position and deepen his thrusts. Their wetness joins in with the sound of the vibrator, the noise making the space behind my balls tingle in urgency.
“Yes, kitten. Fuck yes, like that, I can feel you tightening around my cock. Come on, baby, you can do it,” he encourages her, raining down praise until her head raises off the table and the noises coming from her mouth go quiet. “Just like that. Just like that.”
Hudson repeats it over and over, adjusting his grip on the vibrator so that he can fuck her the way he really wants to, only needing a few more thrusts until his orgasm slams into him. His moan of pleasure fills the room and is joined by a low, keening cry from Emery.
The vibrator shuts off a few seconds later, followed by a thud as it hits the floor by Hudson’s knee. Cock still inside of her, he rubs his palms up and down her torso as her abs continue to clench periodically as her body handles the aftershocks of her orgasm.
When she is finally still again, Hudson pulls out, and this time, cum coats his cock. He glances over at me and grins as he grips himself and strokes upward one time, collecting it all, before rubbing the side of his fingers against her pussy so that some of it makes it back inside of her.
Heat flushes through me, and I know I have hit my point of no return. The darkness that was at the corners of my mind has stretched its fingers out, demanding full control.
But not tonight.
Instead of going to kneel between her legs, I go to her head and get down on one knee, lowering my head so that I can whisper in her ear. I have no idea if she can still hear me or if she is flying already, but I have to say the words to her before this is over.
“I love you, baby. You are my everything, and I will spend the rest of my days making up for the past few weeks. You are my home. Wherever life takes you, I will follow.”
I kiss her temple, lips lingering the smallest amount, then stand, ready to feel the hot, wet heat of her pussy wrapped around my cock once again.
As I kneel onto the cushion, I stare down at her cunt, the skin red and swollen from the multiple turns the others took. I place two fingers above her clit and trace around it, dipping down between her lips and then sinking into her until I’m knuckle deep.
There is no resistance. She’s loose and stretched, her entire being—mind, body, and soul—sated. Careful not to remove any of their cum, I slip my fingers out and use any wetness coating them to slick up my cock before lining myself up and sliding in.
The moment my head enters her, I know I’m not going to last long, the heat alone is enough to push me over the edge.
I move my hands down until they rest over the cane marks I left on her skin last night, just below the curve of her ass.
With every stroke of my thumbs over the ridged skin, a streak of heat travels down my spine into my balls, shoving me closer to the edge.
Gritting my teeth so hard my jaw aches, I slide into her as slowly as I can manage, making sure to feel each and every inch, acknowledging that getting to be with her like this again was never a guarantee.
Emery barely reacts as I bottom out, her ass pressing into my thighs. Her fingers stretch out toward the edge of the coffee table, and I reach down, entwining both of our hands together. She squeezes my fingers as I pull out, like she doesn’t want me to leave.
It’s okay, baby girl, I’m not going anywhere.
I thrust back in, and her hands relax as I pick up a steady pace. In an attempt to prolong this moment, I try to focus on the hockey game as my orgasm burns inside of me.
Somehow the game is over, the arena’s lights strobing over the ice in Warriors aqua and black, the players’ faces flashing on the screen until they land on William and his center, Vincent.
It’s not until I see his player’s profile on the screen that I realize the cause for his exuberance. Not only have they won the game, but he achieved his first college hat trick.
Emery’s fingers twitch against mine, and I look down at my beautiful girl.
Her mouth parted, chest heaving, nipples clamped, pussy milking my cock, and I lose the battle with my orgasm.
Pleasure rushes up my spine and back down into my balls, and as I unload my cum into her sweet little pussy, filling her to the brim, I look back up at the TV, with William’s smiling face on the screen.
You may have won the game, but I won the girl.