Chapter Five – Luna #2
I kissed his cock much the same as I had his mouth, slowly at first, with just a trace of tongue, working my way up to something more insistent, drawing him slowly deeper each time.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he said. I’d been concentrating, enjoying my power over him with my eyes closed and now looking up I saw his face scrunched. I opened up my mouth and carefully pulled back, pinching his tip gently closed.
“Sorry,” he said, gasping.
“No problem at all.” I rose to standing again. “You want to put that condom on now?”
He didn’t answer so much as he responded, tearing the wrapper off with shaking hands. I glanced over at Tommy, who’d kicked off his shoes and pants while waiting his turn.
“What would you like to do?” I asked of Bear, as he slid the condom on. “For your first time and all, I mean.”
He looked around the room. “This wasn’t quite what I’d imagined.”
“You can always stop.” I shrugged one shoulder and gave him a mysterious grin. He shook his head quickly.
“No way. Not now.” He took a step forward and leaned in—and I took a step back.
“First, ask.”
“Can I kiss you?”
My answer was my smile. “Sure.” His lips touched mine and my mouth parted and this time he managed to control his tongue. I ground up against him in reward and his hands wrapped around me, one of them raising to stroke my breast—fingers found my tender nipples. I flinched—but I was also on fire—
“Was that okay?” he asked, dark eyes all full of fearful concern.
“Oh yeah,” I growled encouragement, kissing him harder in return.
His cock was folded between us, I could feel the rubber of the condom smearing lube all over my belly’s soft rise.
It wouldn’t need it, where it was going—I spun both of us carefully so my butt was against the chair, and then I settled back on it, spreading my knees wide, tilting my hips up and toward him.
We both knew it was the perfect height. “Come on in,” I said, in a whisper.
He reached down to steady himself and stepped forward, pushing the head of his cock inside me.
“Oh,” he breathed, his eyes watching the space where we met, then coming up to meet mine.
“More. Closer,” I instructed him. His whole cock slid inside me and I made a soft satisfied sound as I wrapped my legs around him. “That’s good, right?” I asked, tensing my ass to bob up and down.
“That’s fantastic,” he said, his whole body reacting.
His hands reached for and found my hips, as he pulled out, then pushed himself back into me.
“Yeah.” His hips started rocking of their own accord, and I made sure to keep my thighs wide to take him.
My arms were braced behind me on the chair and my hair swung free.
“Is this good?” he asked, without stopping.
“It’s getting there,” I answered truthfully, then licked the fingers of my right hand and sent it between us to where we met to rub at my clit, as the weight of his body helped to keep pressure on.
I could feel his fingers tensing on my ass, like he wanted to pick me up—I wondered if he could, he looked strong enough and I was dancer light—I leaned forward and wound my arms around his neck. “Carry me?”
Bear groaned—not at the idea, but at the sensation of his cock bottoming out deep inside me. He lifted me up, I could see and feel his muscles tensing—and then he started to use his greater strength to lift me up and set me down again, making me fuck him.
“Ohh,” I purred. This was the kind of abandonment I enjoyed. I kissed his neck, I clawed his back, I held on while he used me and I delighted in using him, sliding my clit against the flat plane of his stomach every time.
“I’m gonna,” he warned. “I don’t think I can stop—I need too.”
“Do it,” I growled in ear, twisting my legs tight, making him take me as deep as he could. I felt his already hard cock get infinitesimally harder and then—he was shouting, spasming, shoving my hips away before dragging them back on again.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” he bellowed, and me coming was a high pitched counterpoint, shouting over him as he screamed, my pussy squeezing the last of his orgasm out of him.
He stood, holding me, shaky and twitching, and stumbled us backwards to the chair where he set me to sit before sliding out.
I regrouped faster. “There. Not a virgin anymore.”
“And how,” opined Tommy, who’d watched everything, one hand slowly stroking his cock. “If I’d been taping that, I’d be a millionaire.”
“Yeah? You think so?” I tossed my hair back to look at him over one shoulder.
“That was like a motherfucking ballet.”
“I used to be a ballet dancer is why,” I said with a laugh.
Bear was quiet, and I returned my attention to him. “You okay?”
“Yeah—it’s just still not how I thought it would be? But also better than I dreamed.”
“Not every lay is going to be that good, I regret to inform you,” Tommy said, coming up.
I gave Bear a wicked grin. “Just remember, when sex is bad, there’s a fifty percent chance it’s your fault.”
“Not when it’s me,” Tommy said. “Because unlike my friend here, I actually know what I’m doing.”
“A real swordsmith, are you?”
“Hand and tongue too.”
I gave him kung-fu come-on hands. “Let’s see.”
“First things first, then,” Tommy said, coming in, gently shoving Bear aside. “I’m going to need a magicians assistant—don’t go far.” Bear shook his head. He was still panting from the effort of fucking me.
Tommy leaned down and picked up one of my feet and kept a hand on my knee as he spread my legs wide, making it so that I was straddling the chair.
“While you guys were fucking, I figured out the uses of some things,” he said, popping the head of the chair back and pulling out the feet.
He set each of my feet inside these, and then took a position between them.
“Are we going to play doctor?”
“Wait and see,” he said, giving me a companionable grin—and then he lowered his mouth down.
My clit was still shiny-feeling from my last orgasm—and his mouth sent jolts of electricity through me.
“Can I get an assist?” Tommy asked Bear. Bear shook himself out of his post-orgasm trance and came forward where Tommy picked up his hand and put it on my breast. “Do some stuff,” he requested, then went back to licking me as Bear looked down.
“Pinch my nipples lightly?” I asked. Bear did as he was told and I shivered. They hurt, bad, but good. “Gently slap them?”
Bear was tentative at first, but then the sound of him smacking my breasts filled the small room. Each time he hit me it stung, and sent a jolt of pain through me. I started panting, hard—and then Tommy pushed two fingers inside me, fucking me with his hand and with his mouth.
“Mmm,” I raced my hands down to keep Tommy’s mouth in the same place.
“Don’t stop—either of you—don’t stop,” I begged, even as I made it hard for them, writhing as my second orgasm wound up.
“Oh—oh—oh—yes!” I let the sounds of my orgasm echo through me, felt each part of me tense and release, tense and release.
Tommy’s mouth and hand flowed with me, ebbing like a tide, as Bear’s slaps became taps then stilled.
I collapsed atop the chair, knees buckling inward, hair strewn across my sweaty breasts.
“You think I’m good yet?” Tommy asked.
“I think you’re both good,” I said, magnanimously. I knew Jack had heard us—there was no way he couldn’t. And I knew how vampires worked—I had no doubt his cock was giving him a friction burn inside his jeans.
“See?” Tommy told Bear. “All that and I’ve still got a condom to spend.” He held it up in midair, and I laughed.
“And just what do you want to do with it?” I asked. “Dealer’s choice.”
Tommy’s hand worked his cock slowly, contemplating—and then he handed the condom over to Bear. Bear didn’t take it right away, so Tommy started talking. “I mean, if you think you can use it again already and all.”
Bear took it slowly, mystified. “You sure about this?”
Tommy grinned at his friend. “I get a ton of play. You have a lot of catching up to do.” He held it out even further and Bear took it.
I looked at Tommy appraisingly. “Now that was something a true swordsmith would do.”
“Told you,” he said with a nod. “But I will be jerking off over here in the corner though, this time, because God.”
“Who could blame you?” Bear agreed, already tearing the condom’s wrapper off.
“So much for the refractory period,” I laughed, as he pulled it on.
He looked a little sheepish. “It’s just—now that I’ve done it once….”
“Shhh,” I said, hopping off the chair, and motioning for him to get on it. He did so, and I pressed him back against it, kissing his neck and chest on his way down.
“What?”
“This, I think,” I folded both the chair’s arms in and he was high enough—I swung a leg over him and then went to my knees on the armrests.
“Oh, yeah, this,” I said, beaming down at him in triumph.
My breasts hung free, as did my hair, and it was nothing to push my hips back against him and feel how badly he wanted to be inside me.
I lined us up and then pushed just right.
“Ooh.” I played my tongue along the edge of my teeth, just bobbing on and off the head of his cock, feeling it fill me and then pop out like a toy.
Bear made a pained noise beneath me. “Just you wait,” I promised him—and then sank down as I did so.
In an instant he was in me to his hilt and I could feel my pussy full of him.
I’d come twice, so I was nice and wet—and also tight and hungry.
“Yeah,” I said to myself, rising back up on my knees, only to slam down again, my ass smacking against his thighs.
Bear groaned gutturally and I heard Tommy sigh.
“Come here, you,” I said, looking over my shoulder, as I kept fucking Bear. Bear’s hands had found my waist and were pulling me up and down. “Do me a favor—slap it for me?” I asked, shaking my ass in Tommy’s direction.
He looked mystified for a moment, but then gave me a tentative tap.