Chapter 8
Ryker
Cullen is the first to move. He kisses Starla’s forehead then stands, fisting his cock. Gotta admit, it's an impressive one.
“This torture’s getting unbearable, Babycakes. How do you want to do this?”
She has a soft smile as she looks up at him.
I sit back on my heels. “I'm going to guess that you have to wait until we’re done. Is that what you’re thinking, Sweets?"
A twinkle forms in her eye as her smile turns mischievous. “He has been a bad boy. He should definitely wait.”
Cullen rakes a hand through his hair. “Or maybe we could explore more things you saw during your porn watching. Something a bad boy might be perfect for. Spray your face or you tits. Double team you—”
“Or you can just wait in the corner." I’m not as entertained by this bad boy game as Starla is.
"I'm not waiting in a fucking corner."
“You don’t have to wait in the corner but you do have to wait to come."
She runs her finger, agonizingly slowly, back and forth on his length, highlighting just how much he's packing—not that I have anything to be worried about.
"Why don't we move this to the bed? I want to lay you down and make sweet love to you." I pull her hand away from his cock, loving being part of the tease, then grab her other hand and stand, guiding her to do the same.
"Let’s stay over here."
“At the chair? I don’t want you to have to do all of the work.”
Cullen laughs. “I tried the same thing.”
Starla says, “I”ve read about getting stuck in a rut and only doing it missionary in bed.”
“We’re a long way from that, but the chair works for me.”
“What if I bent over and you were behind me?"
"Damn, Sweets. I won’t object since I just got to watch you come.”
“And me?” Cullen asks.
I wait for Starla, who says, "I want you on the other side, in front of my face." She points to the opposite side of the chair. “But remember, bad boys don’t get to come until given permission.”
"Babycakes, I think you watched too many edging videos.”
She makes a large gesture to where she wants Cullen to stand. “And I think you’re not used to being told what to do.”
I could watch her boss Cullen around all day, but am starting to get my own concerns. “You haven’t gotten sucked into the Dominatrix side of TikTok, have you?”
With an eyebrow raised, she says, “I’ll have to check that out.”
Cullen laughs. “Don’t give her any ideas. There's only so much I can take.”
“You can’t handle a strong woman?” I ask him, jokingly.
“I handled her just fine.”
Starla nods agreement and tells him. “Not sure who handled who, but that’s enough chit-chat, boys.”
Cullen leans over to kiss her, then says, “Watching you get fucked might be too much for me.”
"Then you better learn to control yourself. Besides, I'd hate for any of that baby batter to go to waste.”
"Don’t worry, you’re already pregnant." He rests an arm on the back of the chair, assuming the position where Starla wants him.
They’re killing me. How did they get this comfortable with each other so quickly? I feel like I’ve missed years, not minutes. I can’t view Cullen as my stepfather’s best friend or business partner anymore. He’s my equal.
“He means, you’re about to be.” I grab Starla’s wrists, pull her close to my body, careful to navigate my cock between us, then shift her hands behind her. “I can’t wait to watch your ass while I ride you. Bend over, Sweets.”
My motion is firm but gentle as I spin her to face the chair. With a hand on her back, I lean her forward, then nudge a foot between hers to get her to spread wider.
She’s an absolute thing of beauty. I rub my hands up and down her back, admiring every inch, every curve, every time she shivers.
"I can’t see your face, so you’ll have to say something if you need to change positions."
"I’ll watch for you." Cullen smirks and taps his cock on her face, maybe her lips.
I can’t see what happens, but based on Cullen's growl, I'm pretty sure she just licked his tip. Edging him is excellent payback for him being a jackass.
Positioning myself at her entrance, her wet heat causes my breath to hitch. I press inside, keeping a hand on her back so I can feel any sudden nonverbal reaction, even the slightest flinch.
Massaging her back, I continue working myself inside of her pussy, and I’ve never felt more at home.
If there was any way to stay buried in her from here to eternity, I would. A final thrust seats me fully. Her chest expands as she takes a huge breath then quickly exhales.
"You okay?" I stop moving.
"It feels so good."
"You’re so tight on my cock. The second you come, I’m going to lose control."
A wiggle of her hips and a moan are the entirety of her response.
"Is it okay if Cullen comes then too?"
She angles her head up at him. “You have to wait so I can watch.”
I take wicked pleasure in her control over him. I can see it in his eyes that he’ll do anything for her—the look matches my own feelings.
Slowly dragging my dick out of her, then pressing back in, I say, “You heard her, Cullen.”
"No need for commentary. Ryker.”
Starla giggles. “I don't know, maybe he could give you a blow-by-blow.”
It takes me a second to figure out the forced exhale I hear is her blowing on his cock.The shudder that races through his body lightens the mood for me, not for him. He cups his hand around the back of her head, then tangles his fingers in her hair and forces her head back.
His voice is low and gravelly. "The thing about bad boys is that they won’t spare a second thought about giving you a face full of cum."
Her laughter ripples through her body right onto my cock. It's almost too much. I grip her hips and stare up at Cullen, loving that I’m inside of her and he’s not. I've waited for this from the second he stole my note.
Letting my strokes get bigger and faster, I savor every second of him watching us.
"Do you like it like this, Sweets?"
“She likes it hard and fast, don't you, Babycakes?” Cullen answers for her.
The mumbled response that comes from her is harder to decipher but sounds decidedly in the affirmative.
I speed up, hating that he got the upper hand for a second. But I'm the one taking her to heaven right now. I'm the one with his cock deep inside of our dream girl. And through all of my internal gloating, there’s something right about the three of us.
Her body forming to fit me, holding me tighter and tighter, is making it hard to keep from coming. I try a monologue to distract myself. “I've waited for this day, Starla, the chance to make you mine, the chance to fill you with babies. This is our future. I'll meet every need you ever—
Cullen interrupts, "We will meet any need you ever have."
As a reaction, I nod at him, acknowledging we’re in this together.
My confession that was spelled out on the paper may not have made it to her, but now she knows.
She whimpers, a little higher-pitched than before. One of my hands rubs over her back, following her curves. I don't ever want to touch anything else.
“You getting close?” I ask her.
She nods and whimpers. Cullen watches her expression then nods at me.
My motivations are unclear, but I say, “Let's not forget to include Cullen. Think you can give him a kiss?"
She stretches forward, and I manage to shift my head to the side to be able to watch. It's hot, watching her lips on his cock while I'm deep inside of her.
I can’t stop myself. "Are you thinking how good his cock would feel in your mouth?"
She nods her head.
"But you're not going to let him in, are you, Sweets, because he was a bad boy?"
She shakes her head.
"You fucker," Cullen growls.
"That's right, that'll teach you to misbehave."
His fist balls, and Starla takes the lead, licking his tip, drawing the bead of cum to her lips.
It's too much. Damn it. I lose control. One hand on her hips, one on her shoulders, I slam into her as she cries out, bumping her forward with my hard thrust. Her head glances down the side of Cullen's cock.
With slightly different positioning, he could have slid into her mouth. But that'll have to wait for another time. I can't stop to ask if she wants to suck him off while we come.
Her pussy tightens and releases rhythmically around my cock. Her body bucks. I move both hands to her hips so I can keep her from collapsing.
It’s impossible for me to do anything but send every ounce of cum I can make into her body, competing for the chance to create a baby. I'm younger. I can be hopeful that gives my swimmers an advantage.
I slump onto her back, careful to support my weight.
Cullen gingerly strokes his fingers over his cock.
The head is strained, smooth, and reddish-purple.
Cum drips from the tip. He's not going to last long.
I can't imagine how difficult this is for him, but I love how she punished him for being naughty. Generally he’s not, but there needed to be some accountability.
I also have an unreasonable desire to watch him fuck her as if some shadow side of me has come to life.
I've known Starla's had a thing for him for a long time, but he's been so respectful of his relationship with her. I never saw it the other direction.
And it’s one hundred percent blindsiding me that I want to watch her take his cock, her orgasm building until she can't control herself anymore.
Not wanting to push the punishment too far until we’ve had time to talk about everyone’s comfort levels, I whisper in Starla’s ear, “Cullen really needs to come. Do you want him inside you?”
She nods slowly.
“If he promises to be quick, can he do it now?”
She nods again.
“I'm going to sit in the chair and hold you.”
“Thank you,” she says on a breath.
I watch our union as I slide out of her, our mixed, milky cum on my cock. Lifting my gaze to Cullen, I say, “You heard her—be fast.”
She's still bent over the arm as I maneuver into the chair, turn a bit to the side, and wrap my arms around her. I steal a kiss then let her rest her head on my shoulder.
It was tempting to stand beside Cullen, but I want to support her right now. His thrust rocks her body into me and she flinches as he enters her.
“You okay?”
“Yeah”
I nod at Cullen who can’t hear her faint response. The slow rhythm of Cullen fucking her has all of us breathing hard. This is how we’re meant to be—working together. I decide to shift the tone.
“He's got a big fucking cock, doesn't he, Sweets?”
She mutters wearily. Cullen furrows his brow and I run with my plan.
“I bet it feels really good, filling your pussy up like that?”
“Uh-huh.”
“It's a good thing you're full of my cum, so you’re nice and slick for him to shove that fat cock inside of you.”
Her mutters become incoherent.
“Someday…” I tease my thumb over her lip, “when we don't need to save all our cum to make sure you're pregnant, we'll fill you at the same time.”
Cullen groans. It must be a universal sound, because I instinctively understand it means he’s about to come.
I say softly to her. “Want me to rub your clit?”
She nods.
I reach a hand between her legs. His cock drags against my finger. This is definitely a side of me I didn't know existed, but I have to focus on her clit. Her cries go almost instantly to a fever pitch, and she starts shaking.
“His cock’s so hard. Are you ready for him?”
Her moans and cries erupt with her climax. Purely for my own pleasure in keeping the upper hand, I say, “Go for it, Cullen. Fuck her.”
He starts to shake his head at me but his jaw goes slack, and he pounds into her, my body absorbing the thrust, and my cock goes hard again.
I didn't expect that. There's nothing I can do about it. I'm holding her with one arm and stroking her clit with the other, easing her through her orgasm.
I've never recharged so fast.
Cullen’s breaths are ragged as he finds his release. While she's in the throes of bliss, my balls tighten.
I don’t even try to stop them from coating her tits and belly. She's going to be a fucking mess.