Chapter 25
Zero
First, it was pics.
Now, it’s vids.
One is a helluva a lot easier to convince people it’s not real versus the other, even if the advances in tech are making that less true.
It’s still pretty difficult to fake a sex tape.
Best you can aim for is claiming you had no idea you were being filmed.
“Pretend I’m not even here,” Ravencroft commands from the side where she’s being brought a deck chair to sit in.
Yeah, that’s gonna be easier said than done.
“But I am here,” she needlessly reminds on a wicked smirk prior to dangling her phone. “And rolling.”
“She’s what they mean about not sticking your dick in crazy,” Salay slyly whispers to us.
It’s impossible not to nod in agreement.
“?De verdad vamos a hacer esto?” Garcia unhappily inquires. “While she watches?”
“What choice do we really have?” our girl tosses back. “It’s dick or death. And honestly, it’s a pretty easy pick.”
“For you!” huffs the bearded man.
“It should be for you too!” she squeaks in return. “Letting the dude you’re in love with give you a backshot and live to tell about it or deny him the chance to mount you like a bottlenose and get fed to one is a no brainer!”
“Bottlenose dolphins don’t eat people,” I thoughtlessly reprimand. “You know that.”
“Of course I know that!”
“Tick. Tock,” complains the woman now positioning her camera. “My boredom will result in someone’s death.”
“Tell me you’ve got lube in your pocket,” Garcia murmurs in exasperation.
“Of course I do, my guy.” Pulling the tiny bottle out to reveal is smoothly done. “Keys, wallet, lube.”
“Stayin’ ready, so you ain’t gotta get ready,” sassily states the chick I hope knows how much she means to me.
“Totes, baby.”
“At least…at least this won’t be…a…dry…rub.”
“No one calls it that,” Salay insists on an amused headshake.
“Forgive me for my knowledge in the department being so limited!”
“Get the fuck over yourself, Garcia,” the bikini bearing babe demands at a normal volume, allowing our audience to finally hear our conversation as well.
“For once in your life just be man enough to say what it is that’s really fucking going on with you rather than wrapping it up in some legal jargon you can jerk off to at a later date. ”
“Because you do?” He scoffs. “Because you say what it is you really say instead of wrapping it up in sarcasm and snark and salacious speech to get out of truthfully testifying?”
“Interesting foreplay,” Ravencroft tauntingly coos, one leg being thrown over the other. “Hate fucking is quite tasty.”
“Is that it?” I confusedly interject. “Do you now hate me?” My brow pulls together on its own accord. “Do you hate me for saving you?”
“I hate that you were willing to sell yourself to save us!” Garcia fierily snaps.
“I would do anything to save you!” This time my pointed finger stabs his chest. “Any. Fucking. Thing.” Fury and frustration and adoration roll around in my gaze.
“Anytime.” Another hard poke. “Every time.” My hand falls back to my side.
“You are the person I love most in this world with Salay surfing her way to reign beside you. You…you two…” there’s no denying the sentiment seeping into my tone, “you two are worth getting out of bed in the morning and off the comp at night. You are my homepage. My home network. My pack. And I don’t care that we basically just started this shit.
I know this is where I belong. I know you’re my pride.
I just need you both to realize I’m yours. ”
“Little One,” swoons the female I can hardly fathom having in my life on a regular basis.
“I don’t do that shit. I don’t do permanent.
” My face instantly falls prompting her fingers to find mine.
“But…” Our stare connects once more. “But…you make me want to believe it’s possible.
You make a chick wanna try.” Hope fills my expression, yet I remain silent.
“And…knowing you were willing to sacrifice yourself the way you were willing to sacrifice just makes me wanna try that much harder.” The corners of my lips struggle not to shoot up in excitement.
“I can’t promise this shit’s gonna work out…
but I can and am promising to at least give it the good ol’ lifeguard try.
” She diverts her gaze to Garcia. “If you are…”
Our eyes both latch onto the man I’d give my last breath for.
“Do. Not. Ever. Promise yourself to someone again that isn’t me,” Garcia motions inward, “or her.” He gestures to Salay.
“I do not care what or who we are up against. You being with someone else…” his head quickly shakes, “isn’t something I can live with.
” The words stun him along with the two of us.
“Either of you being with someone else isn’t something I can fucking live with. ”
His proclamation successfully renders us both speechless.
“I can…learn to deal with judgments from colleagues and potential clients about our unconventional situation. I can…learn to balance work and play. Hell, I can even learn to let go of having to be the one in control all the time, but I cannot and will not ever share the two of you no matter what’s at stake.
” Sincerity and an unexpected softness slip onto his face.
“Is that understood? Are those terms and conditions all parties can agree upon?”
“Yes, Counselor,” Salay states with a crooked smirk.
“Yes, Master,” leaves me in a lascivious nature prompting him to grip me by the nape of my neck to pull my mouth to his.
While I wish this were one of those moments where we truly could take our time, it can’t be.
We’ve already made the devil in the red pumps wait too long for her liking.
Any longer and she’s likely to let our eventual Os be our final ones.
Our tongues momentarily twist and tangle and twirl, each acting as if it’s signing dotted line after dotted line on the one contract, I never thought it would.
The second he’s convinced I’ve dotted every I and crossed every T, he abruptly rips himself away to smash his lips against Salay’s, forcing her signature on his soul the same way.
Watching her willingly submit further reiterates her willingness to give us a go, this a go, sparks not only a brighter grin but the desire to remind them why we truly belong together.
And that desire pushes me to undo his bottoms.
Tug at hers.
Pull them apart long enough for her tongue to find mine and Master’s to latch onto my neck.
Tease my collarbone.
Run his palm firmly down my crotch until my moaning separates me from our slutty, little princess so that he can taste me again.
So that she can frantically yank my bottoms to my ankles.
His to his knees.
Groans from having the cool air caress our exposed cocks redirect our focus to her.
Ripping her tiny triangles to the side.
Toying with her nipples.
Me using sucks.
Master scraping with teeth.
Neither stopping until her jaw is needily trembling and her knees buckling and her bottoms have joined ours.
“Be a good little fuck toy,” Master gravelly begins, eyes cutting over to mine, “and use that lube to get us both ready.”
Instinct has me ready to second guess him.
To offer to at least petition to Ravencroft on his behalf.
I know he’s not ready for that.
He’s never done it.
Not all dudes who are into dudes bottom.
Just like not all switch.
And that shits okay.
I don’t wanna force him to do something he doesn’t wanna do and ruin what it is we’ve worked so hard building.
My mouth begins to lower in preparation of objection when our voyeur calls out, “Show me.” Dragging my attention over to Ravencroft gives her the opportunity to present to me her smile. “Hands on the railing.”
Apprehension swells to a knot in my throat at the same time they angle themselves accordingly.
“Both at once, Fiorenzo.”
Retrieving the bottle aids in allowing my focus elsewhere.
“Your dexterity fascinates me.”
Flattered?
I think?
I mean…I should be, right?
Having Princess and Master side by side for the taking with their asses exposed is a sight almost too surreal.
Almost too tantalizing to touch.
Yet I do.
Roughly.
Hers.
Then his.
Tap.
Slap.
Enjoy the jiggle.
The firmness.
How different they are in shape but similar in strength.
There’s no dripping or drizzling of the liquid aid.
I don’t opt for performance points and flare to my presentation.
No.
I simply drop to a squat.
Slather and slide.
Glide.
Tease each hole of muscles to the same rapacious speed, anxious to get inside, but more anxious to hear them moan.
See them rock back into the single digit prodding.
“Yessss…” calls out our slutty, little princess, pleased by the intrusion.
“F…ggg…” escapes Master, clearly struggling to accept the new action.
“Relax for your little fuck toy, Master,” I encourage at the same time I watch my finger work its way in. “Reward him with your ass.” Slipping two into her while continuing to study him occurs between declarations. “Reward him for being a good boy and coming to rescue you.”
At that, he releases a loud, grumble.
Unclenches.
Does his best to welcome the digit, unaware it’s about to become two.
The instant that it does, he tenses back up prompting me to instruct, “Be a good, slutty little Princess…”
Salay shoots her sex hazed stare over her shoulder.
“Help me make Master feel good…”
Needing more direction isn’t necessary.
Her torso twists to the side to allow his mouth to find comfort in hers.
Distraction.
Displeased groans grow into ones of pleasure as we loosen him in tandem eventually leading to me brutishly replacing my fingers on him with my cock.
“Fffff…fff…fffuckkk!” barks Master through gritted teeth, rigid rings of muscle clamping down on my dick, declaring I won’t last long like this. “Fuck!”
Wolfish groans are accompanied by me grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking him back into me. “You feel so good Master.”
“I…I can’t…”
“You can…” The heat of my mouth feathers the shell of his ear. “You can for me. For our slutty, little princess…” Another hard slam of my hips falters his stance. “For. Us.”
My reminder receives a deep grumble followed by him yanking her over.
Me making room for him to bend Princess across the railing.
Smash her tits into the cold metal as I smash into him.
Beastlike grunts that I can hardly fathom myself capable of making are attached to each savage slam and each body shaking slap of my balls against his ass conjures snarls and huffs and sighs of satisfaction so overwhelming I completely forget that it isn’t just the three of us.
That it’s not just me balls deep in him with my free hand possessively pinching and pulling any piece of our Princess I can reach until her fingers fold with mine indicating she knows I’m here too.
That we’re together.
That this isn’t just him and her or me and him.
That we’re one.
That this is about showing everyone that we’re one.
Master twists one arm behind him to latch onto my shaggy locks, pulling me into the pounding he’s delivering to Princess, wordlessly instructing that I meet him hit for hit.
Stroke for stroke.
That we rapidly thrust to the same speed.
Rhythm.
That every buck and shudder and moan is felt by each of us.
Salt water occasionally splashes up against our rocking frames as if trying to cool us down; however, it makes no difference.
Each heave we grow hotter and more uncontrollable.
And the more Princess moans, the more he groans, the more I whimper, air ceaselessly restricted by his tight hole cutting of my ability to do anything other than concentrate on not coming.
Not burying my load in the deepest depths.
“Th-th-th-there,” chokes out Master, head slightly whipping around in my grasp. “Right. There.” His muscles constrict more than they had been. “Dios…Mio…”
“You ready for your little fuck toy to come in your ass?” I pant, right on the edge. “Ready for me to come and lick it out?”
“Ohfuck,” he growls and shifts his grasp on Princess up to her neck.
“Ohshit,” she hums out in ecstasy. “So…So…Close.”
“Be a good girl.” My insistence is attached to my eyes screwing shut. “Come for Master while he comes for me.”
“Si…” escapes an airy slur. “Si…” One last round of unbearable clamping occurs leaving my balls no choice but to follow suit. “Si!”
White-hot splashes coating his most sensitive gland shove him over the deep end, inevitably taking her with him.
The three of us howl and swear and desperately paw at one another until I’m tasting her while she tastes him and he struggles to taste us both.
Orgasmic shutters knock us into the railing, and the unevenness of the increasingly choppy waters merely adds to the steady stream of ecstasy I’m grateful I get to call mine for another day.
Maybe another month.
Hopefully forever.
I would really love forever.
Through half-hooded eyes, I glance over at our audience to silently inquire if we’ve fulfilled our end of the deal only to discover we’re completely alone.
That this moment…our moment…is truly only ours.
That our most important debt has been paid.
The others will follow suit, yeah, but a lot like this one…I get the vibe it’ll be fun paying them back.
Especially since we’ll be doing it our preferred way.
Together.