6. Atticus #2
Dean kisses her mouth while I stroke her clit. Her legs go crazy, unable to do much more than kick air. She’s so swollen there, so ripe. I bury my fingers into her wetness, savoring that slippery silk beneath my fingers until I reach her entrance.
Throbbing. I can feel her pulse here.
But it’s hard to notice anything other than her sounds. We’re all making her make them, but Dean gets to devour them, the lucky asshole.
She tightens around my two fingers, and her stomach tenses. I quicken my pace, in and out, fucking her tight body in the crudest way until I hear her wetness over her ragged moans. I curl my fingers until I find that spot and?—
“Fuck!” she chirps into Dean’s mouth loud enough for us all to hear it.
“Not yet, pet,” he cautions. “Let’s give your body a rest after what we did before?—”
“No, I need it, I need it so much! Please!”
Fuck, if I don’t love to make them beg.
But, I’m a stubborn old man with plans. “Not yet, baby.”
She whimpers, and this time, it’s Colin who takes her mouth. Dean trades her mouth for her tits, nibbling and sucking.
I opt for the same on her clit. She tastes too fucking delicious. It’s a good thing the bar keeps her legs where I need them—she might have kicked me off the bed with her enthusiasm.
While I suckle on her clit, my fingers don’t let up, scooping against her G-spot as she slowly goes mad. Thrust after thrust, I’m not stopping. We’re not stopping. It’s a full attack on her erogenous zones, and I slip my pinky lower. Not breaching her ass, but letting her know I could.
She bucks when I touch her there, or at least, she tries to. But the way she’s bound makes it all but impossible. Her stomach locks tight, and then the rest of her body does too, right as she comes on my fingers. Her orgasm tastes like heaven itself opened on my tongue.
Every time I make a woman come, no matter the method, there’s a sense of mine -ness about it. This one in particular definitely feels like mine. And I like sharing what’s mine.
“Dean, come down here.”
He nods once, his eyes still on her body. We lie on opposite sides of her. It gives us the best angle. We each take a side of her pussy, sliding our fingers into her at the same time, then prying her wide open. And then, I blow.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” pours out of her mouth like a prayer as she shivers.
I give Dean a nod, and he backs away right as I give her wet pussy a tiny smack. She cries out, jolted. And wetter. So much wetter. I give her another, and she shudders. I lap up every drop like she’s my personal fountain. “Such a good girl, baby.”
Colin’s backed off just enough to watch me work. “She is. I think she deserves a treat.”
“Something special in mind?” I ask.
“Be right back.” He hurries to the closet where we left our luggage.
“No telling what he has in mind, baby. Do you deserve to come again before he comes back?”
“Please,” she whimpers, her eyes glued to me.
This time, I use three fingers to plow into her.
Her back arcs from the bed—as much as it can, bound the way she is.
Dean sucks her clit into his mouth while I fingerfuck her.
I use some of her wetness on my pinky to enter her ass, and her cries go from breathy to something straight from her soul as she comes again.
The sound rips through the four of us, turning the energy of the room on its head.
I want to pound into her body, a hammer on a nail.
My cock has been aching since the last time I came, but I’ve ignored the need.
I live for getting my subs off in whatever way I see fit, because they’re mine.
Every orgasm, every gasping breath. Mine.
When she throbs around my fingers, it’s damn near enough to get me off.
But then Colin murmurs, “Oh yeah. That’s it, sweets. Now, we’re gonna have some real fun.” He pulls out a rabbit vibrator and a thigh strap.
Dean gives her a hard suck before peeling himself off her clit with a pop. He smirks at Colin. “Are we going to paint?”
“Well, you did all the hard work of preparing the canvas. I’d hate to let that go to waste.”
“Good timing.” I slowly swirl my fingers out of her, making sure she’s hyperaware of the lack of being filled. Her begging whimpers are sweet music. “Don’t worry, baby. We’re taking care of you, remember?”
She pants, her brow sparkling with exertion sweat. “What? There’s more?”
“Sweets, you have no idea,” Colin assures her. Dean and I step aside to let him work, and he ties the strap to her thighs. “Don’t worry—none of our toys have been used on others.”
She blinks a few times as if to clear her vision. “Toys?”
“Hold still.” He slides the vibrator portion of the rabbit into her.
She gasps. “Cold!”
“You’ll warm up soon.” He turns that setting on via his phone. “Better?”
“Oh. Oh wow.”
“Just wait.” He binds the toy to the thigh strap, making it impossible for the toy to fall or be pushed out. Then, he adjusts it so the rabbit ears rest against her clit just so. “How’s that?”
Her brow lines. “I don’t know. It’s different. I’m so sensitive, I’m not sure?—”
A low buzzing sound permeates the air.
“Oh, shit!”
Dean huffs a laugh. “Surprised?”
“Um, yeah.”
“May I?” I ask Colin as I reach for his phone.
“Be my guest.”
The settings on this thing are extensive.
Between his natural aptitude for all things computer and his creatively torturous imagination, he’s commissioned many unusual devices for his playtime.
This one has chilling, heating, every type of vibration and pulse, a licking feature that connects to the bunny’s ears, and another two dozen that I doubt we’ll get to tonight.
I settle on a pulse rhythm I can control.
Her breaths align with the pulse in short order, and her hands ball into fists. “I can’t…I can’t come again.”
“I’m not sure how you’ll stop yourself from coming, baby.”
“Can’t…it’s not…oh god.”
Colin gives the end of the toy a push, thrusting it even deeper into her. When she whimpers, he grins. “Fuck, I love that sound. You make us hard, you know that, right?”
“Ye—yes.”
“You know you’re ours tonight, don’t you?”
She bobs her head, body tightening from the toy. From his words.
“You’re going to come on my toy. Body too far gone to stop. Legs spread open, unable to close them. Your hands, probably numb by now, useless. Your body is our playground, sweets. Your holes, your skin, all of it is ours.”
“Yes.” She breathes the word.
“We’re going to mark you as ours. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Wha—?”
“It won’t hurt. For now.” He kneels at her side, and Dean takes the other side.
Colin checks in with me once, and I give him the nod, so he uncuffs her, letting her limp hands fall.
They each take a hand and wrap it around their cocks and hold it, using her hand to jerk themselves off. Each aimed at her tits.
I straddle her leg just below the thigh straps, close enough to use my leg to nudge the base of the toy while I jerk myself off.
Fucking her with the toy makes her shake and writhe, but they have her hands, keeping that control from her still.
Heat pools in my balls, travels up my spine, but still, I wait.
I love watching the toy fuck her deeply, watching the way she tries to fuck it back, the way she can’t keep still, no matter how tied she is or isn’t.
Thalassa Howard was made for sex.
Her body goes rigid and she rapid-fire murmurs, “Oh fuck, I’m coming so hard, fuck oh—” A scream tears out of her core.
“Fuck yes, sweets, that’s it, come for us, and we’ll come for you,” Colin vows.
“Right now,” Dean grunts as he shoots on her tits. Colin releases, his cum landing dangerously close to her mouth.
But I need to feel her come. I lean forward, driving the toy inescapably deep into her pussy. I feel her body throb like it’s trying to push the toy out, she’s coming so hard. Fireworks go off in my brain, and I lose control, coming on her lower belly and leg.
I kiss her belly button and smirk up at her. “You look good painted white.”