Chapter Seventeen – Angela #2
Empowered, I rose up, keeping my fingers still inside her, and started kissing wherever I could reach again, her neck, her throat, her breasts, while pulling inside her, calling her pussy to me.
When my other hand rose up to pull her short hair back, setting her balance a little off, exposing more of her neck for me to lick up it she murmured, “You have done this before.”
I didn’t bother with an answer—I just pulled my fingers out a little and started circling her clit with her wetness. “I need to taste you.”
I saw her chest rise then as her breath caught.
She went down on her heels and then rolled back to lay against her bed, propped up on all the pillows.
I lay on my stomach and followed her, crawling up between her legs, holding myself on my elbows so that she could see my cleavage and then lowered my mouth to dine.
My tongue slipped through to the places where fingers had just been, and I did everything that I remembered felt good, getting the tip of my tongue up under her hood so that I could roll my tongue against her clit as my lips sucked and pulled.
She started making small noises for me, tiny gasps, high pitched whines—I knew she liked what I was doing, even before I slid my fingers back inside.
Her walls took them in and held them tight. I started rubbing again inside, like I was begging her to come to me—or for me.
“Ooh—yes, that—right there,” she said, pressing her hips up higher with her feet. One of her hands was in my hair, the other avidly stroking one breast, pulling a nipple. Then her hand in my hair twisted, catching me. “Turn the chair around, Thor.”
I stiffened—I’d been eating her out with abandon—I’d almost forgotten he was there.
“Keep going,” she told me, letting my hair go, as I heard him resettle. I could almost feel his gaze on me, sliding over my back—and then up her stomach. “More,” she begged, arcing her hips and—Mark had a safeword—and her pussy was hot—I redoubled my efforts.
Christa started thrashing on the bed, at first I thought for show, for Mark, but then the way she started and stopped, the sounds she made—I realized she almost wasn’t in control.
I rubbed harder, sucked harder, moaned myself to encourage her, delighted to re-experience this profound power over another woman.
Her hips arced and shivered, and I felt her ass rock her beneath my mouth as her feet danced beside me.
Waxed clean, I could see everything, taste everything, so easily—I spread her wide for me with one hand and sucked and rolled, rolled and sucked, she started making rising moans as I stroked her walls deep inside and then—
Her pussy clenched around me as her stomach curled and her hips rocked and she shamelessly shouted her orgasm out, coming around me, coming in front of me, coming for me.
My mouth followed her hips through her spasms, still sucking, feeling the echoes of her orgasm try to pull my fingers in, until she made a final conquered sound.
I moaned into her, carefully slid my fingers out, and kissed her pussy gently, before wiping my face clean on her thighs.
“Oh, Samantha,” she purred, looking down at me, eyes glazed. “That was good.” She lazily gazed past me at Mark. “Wouldn’t you agree, Thor?”
“I would have to,” Mark said, his voice rough.
I didn’t want to look back at him—I didn’t want to feel guilty for anything I’d done.
But I loved him and—I twisted to look over my shoulder, just in case.
I should’ve trusted him and known better.
The look he gave us both was smoldering—and his erection strained against his slacks.
By now, he must be so hard, so tormented—I wanted to crawl over to him, unzip his slacks and unveil it, feel him tangle his hands in my hair and fuck my mouth until he came.
As if reading my mind, the corners of his lips quirked up into a grin. “Don’t get distracted, darling.”
“Definitely not,” Christa answered, on my behalf. She swung one perfect leg over me to roll off the bed and went to stand by Mark. “I need some props—can I trouble you for your belt and tie?”
Mark took his tie off readily to hand over, but held back the belt. “If you hurt her,” he threatened.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Christa promised, taking it from him, and returning to me.
“This’ll take some coordination, so be patient,” she said—before tying Mark’s tie around my left wrist. She fastened it under the bed, and did the same with the belt on the other side, until I was sprawled out on the bed with a foot of slack on either side, trapped between kneeling and lying face down, waiting to see what her next move would be.
She lay down beside me and snuggled underneath my arm, and I chose to lay down and put us body to body, so that my skin was against hers, even if I didn’t have control of my hands. She started kissing me and I writhed, kissing her back avidly, longing to be free.
“See?” she said, bringing her unbound hand up to pull at my nipple. All I could do was watch as she lowered her mouth down to kiss it, wait for the fire to spring up from where her mouth touched and feel it jolt straight down to my hips. “Mmm,” she said, like I tasted good, and took another lick.
I roiled against my ties, trying to present more of myself to her, wanting to take more of her for mine—but she kept kissing, my neck, my ribs, my breast, in huge circles that always came back to my nipples and then she started gently using teeth and—I cried out in surprise and in longing, and Mark almost came out of his chair, I heard it.
“Don’t hurt her.”
Christa chuckled against me. “I’m only hurting her the way she wants to be hurt.” She reached down and grabbed my hips, bringing her leg between them which I accepted readily to grind against.
After already fucking her, and my own fire so thoroughly stoked—my lips sought hers out, as if I could beg her to take care of me with my kiss.
Our lips met and she rolled herself underneath me, so that we were hip to hip, breasts to breasts, kissing hard, legs tangled as we twined.
If she would just stay still—if she would just keep touching me—her lips reached my ear. “Let’s give your man the full show.”
I didn’t know what that meant, but all I could do was to agree. Her hands reached down, grabbed hold of my ass, and pulled me wide, as if presenting my pussy to him.
“See how wet I made your girl?” she asked, looking down the length of the bed at him, behind me.
I froze, not knowing how Mark would respond, until I heard his basso: “You should see her when she comes.”
Christa laughed, still kissing me. “I intend to,” she said, and then rolled out from under me. “Up on your knees,” she commanded, and I did as I was told. “Spread them,” she said, and I did that too.
With cat-like grace, she slid herself under me again—only this time on her back, with her head between my legs pointing towards Mark.
We were body to body again, only this time reversed, so that there was almost no way I could support myself up off of her.
Her hands slid between us, to stroke at my breasts, which were pressed against her hips, the nipples barely poking out on each side.
And of course from here—her pussy. Right in front of me again, waxed clean—without thinking I lowered my head again to lick it.
“Yes,” she hissed, pinching both of my nipples hard—before letting go and wrapping her hands around my hips and ass to call my pussy to her. My knees slid wider, until I could feel her breath and then—
Her tongue, at long last. Fingers pulled me open, exposing my clit, and I felt her lips fasten on.
“Oh God,” I murmured into her, and I felt her laugh.
She kissed my clit, working at it with her lips and tongue while I went perfectly still to let her.
I knew my ass was arched back, I knew Mark could see everything, but I didn’t care—I started to grind my hips into her without shame.
She purred, and then brought both of her hands up to push fingers in.
She kept me wide, stretching my pussy from one side then the other, stirring her fingers inside, first one, then two, then three. I moaned, feeling stretched and hungry.
In return, I lapped at her eagerly. I could only take what she was willing to give me, since I could barely brace my arms, but I tried; running my tongue over any part of her I could get, her thrusting up at me as I licked down.
She was like salt and earth and musk and part of me wondered how I’d possibly been able to stand it so long, living without a woman’s taste in my mouth.
She gasped, reaching down to hold my head at a certain spot, and I kept doing what I’d been doing with my tongue.
“Oh—yeah—right there,” she moaned, arching her hips up and spreading her legs wide.
I kept going, I knew how to do what I was told, running my tongue against her clit’s side, back and forth, up and down.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, letting go of my head and trusting me, just as her other hand left my pussy and started tracing up.
I heard Mark gasp as I felt what she was doing—pushing a finger, slicked with my juices, into my ass.
I had never—and yet—I cried out into her as she kept sucking me, not going deep, just holding space there. All new nerves sang that it was different—but that everything still felt good.
And then she brought her other hand to bear, filling my pussy back up, and it was hard to concentrate. I wanted to make her come again, but I was losing concentration, and then I heard Mark give a low order. “Fuck her good for me.”
Yes. Of course. That was why we were here—I focused and redoubled my efforts, as Christa started to moan breathlessly into my cunt. She was so close, I could tell by the way her hips moved and her legs trembled.
“Oh God,” she groaned, making it reverberate into me.
“Oh my God—oh my God!” her voice rose in pitch, until she started rhythmically thrashing below me, coming once again.
I followed her with my mouth, seeing her through, incredibly turned on, until she reached a hand down to pull on my hair to stop me.
I lifted my head up, my mouth and chin dripping with her juices, panting, as I heard Mark speak again. “Fuck her harder.”
I blinked, endorphin-dazed and not entirely understanding. I’d just made Christa come, what could possibly be left?
Then I realized he was talking to her. Not me. And never had been.
Christa tsked, pushing my hips up enough for her to talk. “You’re not the boss of me, Thor,” she taunted.
“No,” he agreed. “But I am the boss of her,” he said, and I felt a deep shudder of ownership, “and I want her to come so hard they can hear it on the next three floors.” I could feel my skin flushing red at the thought of it, even as at the same time, it felt like a command.
Christa laughed, and took it like a challenge.
She dragged my hips back to her and started working her magic with her hands.
I was revved up in an instant, feeling taken every which way, and knowing that Mark was watching—everything—seeing me like this—spread wide—taken—helpless—I knew without looking that he was rock hard and that after this my man—my mate—was going to give me the fucking of a lifetime.
Christa’s tongue pulled against my clit as her gathered fingers shoved into my pussy and her solo-finger in my ass went deeper, and everything ignited all at once.
I shouted a howl, ground my hips down, and both heard and felt her purring as she made me come, while all of me was on display for him.
I thrashed against her and the bed like I was possessed as my orgasm wracked through me, curling me up as I screamed and kept screaming until it was through.
Only Christa’s wisdom at covering her teeth with her lips stopped me from getting cut.
I collapsed against her, gasping, and only then did I feel the delicious sensation of her pulling her finger in my asshole out.
She swatted my hips with one hand. I shifted to release her as she laughed, far more mobile than I felt, moving by the bed to stand.
“Wow,” she said, undoing the ties that held me at the bedframe. “Thor wasn’t wrong. You are a screamer.”
“When I get the chance to be,” I said, lifting up.
“My goodness,” she went on, holding up his belt. I’d cracked the leather, and the edges of his tie were frayed. My wolf’s strength, not mine. Christa didn’t untie my wrists, instead she presented the tie and belt to Mark like reins. “She’s all yours again.”
“Thanks,” he said, standing up readily. He looked like he wanted to tear me up, in a good way—not angry, just intensely, deeply, turned on—and it was easy to see his cock at attention, tenting his slacks.
“I’m going to go take a long hot shower,” Christa said, looking at me. “You’re welcome to stay—but Thor, not so much.” Then she went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. I watched her go with a sense of longing and awe.
And just like that, a door that’d been long closed in my life had been blown wide open.
Mark let go of the ties to pick my dress up, and held it out to me. I took it from him. “Thank you,” I said, earnestly. Not just for the dress, but for so much more.