Chapter 8 Kamirah #2
He didn’t even realize it, but Chris had some toxic views of himself and his sexuality.
He’d been worried about my reaction when he bottomed, but he was projecting.
He’d never looked down on his partners, but he’d also never thought of himself in that position.
I wasn’t sure whether he thought it was less masculine or it was weak, but whatever it was, he needed to unlearn it.
Otherwise he’d never accept that part of himself.
I’d never seen him come as hard as he had a couple of nights ago. I wanted him to have more of it.
Vigilante tilted Chris’s chin up, holding him in place until Chris raised his eyes to look at the glowing mask. “I fucking love seeing someone like you on their knees for me.” Clearly, he’d picked up the same vibe coming from my husband.
“Someone like me?” Chris asked warily, his hand stilling around Vigilante’s cock.
“Yeah, someone so strong and sexy,” he said, echoing my words. “You fucking light up when you let go. It almost brings me to my knees. Want to worship you in thanks.”
Chris’s shoulders relaxed, and the line between his brows smoothed out.
Vigilante continued, “Be proud of who you are, Chris, because you’re fuckin’ spectacular.”
He moaned and suckled on Vigilante’s cockhead, his tongue coming out to lap the underside as Chris stretched his jaw around Vigilante’s thick shaft.
I leaned in and nuzzled his sac, licking the skin there and running my tongue along his dick.
Chris pulled off, and I kissed him, Vigilante’s cock between our lips.
Our tongues tangled, and I moaned at the taste of Vigilante’s precum.
The man was addictive. He tangled his hand in Chris’s hair and then did the same to me, urging us on.
It was like flooring the accelerator on a sportscar.
I reached for Chris and jacked him as we sucked, licked, and nipped at Vigilante’s beautiful cock.
I took him as deep as I could, my teeth scraping gently as I pulled off, then surged forward again. He hissed, curled his fingers around his shaft, and squeezed tight, pulling from the suction of my mouth.
“Fuck, gonna to come if you keep doing that.” He exhaled heavily and pulled his sac away from his body. “Chris, get on the bed and eat out our sweet little cocksucker until she screams. Hang your ass off the mattress.”
He scrambled up and did exactly what Vigilante instructed, spreading his legs shamelessly, his heels on either side of him.
I licked my lips. Damn, he was fine. His whole body was a work of art covered in tattoos and perfectly sculpted from hours in the gym and on the ice every day.
The only time he hadn’t worked out was when we were here, but that didn’t stop him waking up at the ass crack of dawn to run laps along the beach.
“Very nice,” Vigilante said. He ran his hands down Chris’s legs and pushed his knees back to his chest, then circled his pucker with thumb.
I watched in fascination as Chris’s eyes fluttered closed and he arched his back, pushing his ass into Vigilante’s fingers.
His hole clenched and released, almost begging the masked man to get in there.
“You know, Kamirah, I’m going to get all up in your ass one day soon too. ”
“Don’t make promises you don’t plan on keeping,” I cautioned.
He chuckled. “I never do.” He gestured to Chris’s face and ordered, “Up.”
I straddled my husband’s waist and leaned down to kiss him. When our tongues touched, he moaned, and his hands went to my hips to hold me in place. He nipped my bottom lip and growled, “I’m fucking starving. Get your sweet pussy up here.”
A hard smack landed on my ass, and I cried out, my pussy clenching and a shiver passing through me.
“Oh, would you look at that. I might have found my new obsession. The way your ass jiggles is pure fucking magic.”
I huffed out a laugh and wiggled my ass again. “Watch it when I’m riding his face. You’ll think Jell-O doesn’t wobble enough.”
“Jell-O doesn’t even come close. It doesn’t have my handprint on it.”
Chris tugged me up, and I shifted forward.
But he stopped me when he was level with my breasts.
He licked around my areola and sucked my nipple into his mouth.
His moans sent shocks of sensation through me, and I cried out, then rubbed my pussy along his hard abs, desperate for friction.
He bit down, and I moaned, then did it again when he repeated the move on my other breast.
When Chris grunted, I looked over my shoulder to see Vigilante working his cock and sliding two fingers into his ass, stretching him. I’d never get sick of that view. My husband topping another man or woman was hot, but this was next level.
“More,” he gasped, his fingers tightening on my hips.
“Eat out your wife, and I’ll fuck you with three fingers. Make her come, and I’ll do it with my dick.”
“Yesss,” Chris hissed, his head arcing back to expose his strong neck. His tendons were taut, and his jaw clenched as he dragged me up.
The moment my knees were on either side of his shoulders and I’d braced myself on the headboard, Chris tugged me closer and unleashed.
One hand stayed possessively on my ass and with the other he slid his fingers along my pussy, spreading my juices.
He flicked his tongue over my clit and nipped me with his lips, then lashed me with the flat pad of his tongue again.
It was a whirlwind of sensation, the electric charge building inside me overwhelming.
He slid his fingers into me, and I moaned, then he curled them and hit my G-spot dead-on.
With every pump of his fingers and every suckle of my clit, I charged toward the precipice of a bluff that would drown me in ecstasy when I was thrown off it.
He moaned and dove deeper, sliding his tongue in alongside the fingers he had lodged in my pussy. I cried out, arching my back, and looked over my shoulder.
Vigilante had one of Chris’s knees up against his chest and Chris reached for the other.
His ass was lifted straight off the bed, and I watched as Vigilante pushed three fingers deep into Chris, scissoring them and stretching his rim on the way out.
Chris’s angry cock was lying untouched against his belly, leaking precum like a faucet.
His balls were drawn up tight, and when Vigilante brushed his thumb over them, his shaft bounced like he’d been stuck with a cattle prod.
“Make our sweet woman scream, Chris,” he gritted out through clenched teeth.
I wasn’t sure how it was possible, but Chris stepped up his game, and I was powerless to stop the orgasm from taking me. He tagged my G-spot without mercy and alternated between sucking on and lashing my clit with his tongue. My hips moved without conscious thought on my part, riding his face.
“Fucking perfection,” Vigilante praised.
His words sent a rush of pleasure through me, and I cried out.
My core clenched and released, trying to hold Chris’s fingers inside me, and my body throbbed, my nerve endings sizzling and my pulse pounding in my veins.
My orgasm went on and on, and Chris didn’t stop, even when my arms were ready to give out.
“Think our boy's ready for me, sweet thing?” Vigilante asked, cutting through my blissed-out haze.
“Yes,” he moaned, the vibration setting off an aftershock in me.
I felt the moment Vigilante slid inside Chris. His whole body locked up, and the hand he had returned to my ass bit into my cheek.
“Easy,” Vigilante crooned. “Relax for me, or this won’t last anywhere near as long as either of us wants.”
I looked over my shoulder and watched Vigilante stand as still as a statue, waiting for Chris to get used to his intrusion. He was careful with him—at least at the beginning. I ran my hand through Chris’s hair, massaging his scalp as he tried to distract himself on my pussy.
I moaned, and slowly I saw and felt Chris relax under me, his grip on my ass loosening and his fingers moving more freely inside me.
His tongue lessened the pressure against my clit, and he moaned, long and low.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off them. Vigilante moved slowly at first, the roll of those wicked hips hypnotizing.
I could see the way Chris’s hole clung to the thick shaft penetrating him with each thrust.
The buildup began again. Chris used his fingers and mouth on me relentlessly. As Vigilante sped up and plunged deeper and harder into Chris, he did the same to me. Soon the bed was rocking, hitting the wall with each powerful thrust.
My orgasm sideswiped me. One second it was building slowly, and the next it had taken my knees out from under me, spinning me head over tail like a gymnast doing a floor routine at the Olympics.
I cried out and floated in the abyss of ecstasy as my body tingled and fireworks went off behind my closed eyelids.
Finally, Chris tore his mouth away from my over-sensitive pussy, and he shouted.
I forced my eyelids open and cast my gaze over my shoulder to see what Vigilante had done to him.
My man was bent in half, Vigilante’s hands pressing down on his hamstrings, holding his knees up near his shoulders.
He pounded into him, one knee on the bed as he hovered over him.
Chris’s cock was an angry red, the veins in it pulsing, and with each of Vigilante’s thrusts, another pearl of precum leaked from his slit.
“Fuck,” Chris shouted. “Fuuuck.” His whole body bowed, and cum erupted from his untouched cock, flooding his belly and hitting my ass. Pulse after pulse saturated his sweat-soaked, shaking body. The muscles in Vigilante’s arms bulged, and his abs rippled as he fucked Chris through his orgasm.
Then he roared. He snapped his hips forward one last time and held Chris in place as he quaked, riding out the obviously intense orgasm.
I shifted off Chris, giving him a chance to breathe, and long moments later, Vigilante released his legs. Chris didn’t have the strength to hold them up, and his feet slid straight off the bed to thud on the hardwood floor. His chest rose and fell, but his eyes remained closed.
Vigilante looked winded, breathing hard and soaked in sweat.
But he didn’t fall onto the bed like I’d hoped he would.
Instead, he slid the condom off, tied it, and went to the bathroom.
I heard the water running, and he soon returned, handing me a washcloth.
He was already tucked in and zipped up—he was leaving, and I didn’t even have a reason to ask him to stay.
“Sweet dreams, little prey. I'll see you again.”
He strode out without another word, his trench coat flapping behind him like a superhero’s cape. I wanted to run after him, to see who he was under the mask, but I didn’t.
Instead I pressed the washcloth to Chris’s skin and took my time wiping his belly and chest down.
With each stroke of my hand, Chris twitched, his muscles still spasming.
When I was finished, I urged him up onto the mattress, then curled into him, wrapped my arm around his waist, and closed my eyes.
Tonight had been overwhelming and kind of insane.
But it was memorable insanity, and I hoped Vigilante had watered the seed I’d planted in Chris’s mind that his sexuality and what he enjoyed with this man was nothing to be ashamed of.
“Thank you,” Chris croaked as my eyelids grew heavier. His arm tightened around me, and I knew he was thanking me for so much more than cleaning him up.
I nuzzled his chest and pressed a kiss to his pec. “I love you too.”