Chapter 7
SEVEN
Tristan
Shoving Poppy against the wall of our apartment, I devour her mouth, tasting Vance’s saltiness as I suck on her bottom lip. Buzzing with desire, I push her flavor—now coating my tongue—into her mouth. We both groan, and she grasps my hair, tugging like a needy little slut.
She’s fucking perfect.
When I pull away, she whines, making me chuckle. I tug at the bow containing her tits, unwrapping my present, the only one I’ve ever wanted, and she closes her eyes, squeezing her thighs together. So needy and starved of pleasure, she’s going to be so fucking good for us.
I feast on the rosy dark nipples that I’ve uncovered, her heavy tits filling my large palms.
“I think you made Poppy a promise,” Vance rumbles, zeroing his attention in on me before flicking his eyes down to the ribbon and picking it up from the floor where I dropped it. “Turn around, Angel,” he commands Poppy. Watching her do as she’s told makes my cock ache to be inside her.
After wrapping the ribbon around her throat, he pulls the strands down her spine. “Hands,” he instructs, and she places her hands behind her back, resting them just above her ass.
He ties them with the remaining ribbon so she looks like she’s wearing a scarf.
He gestures to the couch. “Take your fucking clothes off Tristan, and sit,” he rumbles, his eyes darkening.
My heart races as I do as I’m told, loving when he gets like this.
Stripping off the last of my clothes, I stride to the couch and lean back into it, palming my engorged cock, the silver jewelry making every touch extra sensitive.
“Was she a good girl?” I ask Vance, my all-consuming lust making my voice deep and gruff, sending my pulse rushing in my ears, chest, and cock.
“Did you taste my cum on her lips when you kissed her?” he asks with a smirk and a raised brow.
I jerk my head yes.
“On your knees, Angel.” He guides Poppy between my open thighs, using the ribbon binding her to lower her towards me, making it pull taut against her throat and causing her eyes to water.
I swipe at her tears then suck the pad of my thumb into my mouth to taste the saltiness.
She looks so incredible with tears on her creamy flesh, just like I knew she would. Her wild, frenzied eyes soaking me in.
I can’t believe this is happening.
Vance has rid himself of his clothes, the hard planes of his naked body tensing with his movements, olive skin stretching over muscle and looking sexy as all hell as he lowers himself behind her.
“Take Tristan’s thick dick in your mouth, Angel.
He’s been stroking his cock to thoughts of you since he first laid eyes on you,” Vance whispers against the side of her face, releasing his hold on the ribbon, giving her a reprieve and gripping her upper arms to offer stability.
Her breathing hitches, and her eyes widen at the size of my dick and my ladder of jewelry before she flattens her tongue and swipes along my length, bumping every rung as she does, “You’re so big,” she sighs, closing her lips over me then sucking down my shaft, stealing the air from my lungs.
“Fuck!” I bark, flexing my hips up and groaning at the incredible feel of the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat.
“Lift that sweet ass up for me, Angel.” At Vance’s order, she shifts her hips upward, which forces her farther down my length, stealing a hiss from me.
Vance offers no warning before he’s ramming his dick into her pussy to the hilt, causing her to cry out around my cock, the vibrations making me want to come.
He clutches her hair and looks at me over her bowed form. “Palms up, Tristan.”
I place my hands on the cushions beside me, my palms facing up as I fight every urge to fist her hair with him and choke her until she passes out on my dick.
My cock pulses, and I know I’m going to come. “Don’t you fucking dare,” Vance warns, reading my body and mind. I squeeze my eyes closed, breathing through the pleasure and trying not to chase the indescribable sensations to completion.
Anger pummels into me, my eyes flare wide when he tugs Poppy off my cock. “Vance,” I scorn, my pulse raging through my body. I’ve wanted her so much, I need her to make me fucking come. I need it.
My pulse spikes at the way he holds her so she’s hovering between my thighs, her tits heaving and bouncing with his thrusts, her head pulled back, lips parted and red from the abuse she endured while taking my cock.
Her eyes watch me, pupils wide, lashes fluttering open and closed.
I’m bigger than Vance, my girth too much for a lot of women, but Poppy took me like it was a goal she had to accomplish, and damn, I’ve never felt such euphoria.
My hands vibrate with the need to move them from the cushions and touch her or myself, but Vance will punish me if I do.
“Look at me taking Poppy’s pussy, Tristan. Look how she moans for me.” He continues spearing into her, teasing me. “Your precious little Poppy is a dirty little slut for me.”
Fuck…
I tense, avoiding the urge to grip the base of my cock and willing it not to explode as she shudders through an orgasm. “Please!” Yearning burns up my spine as she begs.
“What are you pleading for, Angel?” Vance bites down her neck.
“More.” Her moans are a carnal hunger.
“Take Tristan’s cock in your mouth, Angel. Stroke him with those perfect lips until he comes all over your pretty fucking face, like a good girl.”
I lean back against the couch, as once again, her lips wrap over the tip of my cock.
With Vance powering up into her pussy, she swallows my deep, it takes mere seconds for my dick to spasm.
I’m on cloud nine as she releases me with a smacking sound and spurts of creamy cum paint her face, lips, neck, and tits.
When it drips from her eyelashes, the sexy vixen swipes her tongue out to catch it.
“I want her,” I growl, and Vance smirks at me.
“Do you want to sit on Tristan’s big thick, pierced dick, Angel?
” He whispers against her ear, still driving into her while tightening his hand on the ribbon around her neck and wrists, preventing her from being able to form words.
“You’ll. Feel. Every. Ridge. Of. His. Ladder.
Massaging. Your. Walls.” He punctuates every word with a thrust.
“I don’t think she wants to.” He pouts at me, curling his free hand around her waist to dip through her folds.
I see her eyes close the instant he finds her clit, a tremor rocking through her as she whines for breath.
Her body attempts to fold in on itself, her pleasure overcoming and overwhelming, but she can’t because he holds all the power.
“Please,” I beg “I need to fuck her pussy.” My cock is ready for round two.
“Hmmm.” He pulls out of her, the sound of their juices making my cock strain rock fucking hard again. He turns her and lifts her with ease so she’s straddling my lap backwards, facing him. My hands twitch as he narrows his eyes.
“Please,” I beg again, forcing my hands to stay beside me.
“Very well. Since you’ve both been so fucking perfect.” He reaches up and kisses her lips, lapping at my cum still staining her face, her bound hands resting between my stomach and her spine.
She’s trembling, desperate to sit on my cock. When his hand grasps the base of my shaft lining me up with her sopping wet hole, relief floods through me. “Sit, Angel,” he commands. “Slowly.”
She whimpers as she lowers herself down onto my shaft, stretching herself around me.
Her perfect pussy is swallowing me, gripping me so tight, like she plans to never let me go.
I rock my hips up, hissing from the pleasure seeping into my bones.
She’s so fucking tight, her soft, wet walls suffocating and caressing the length of my ladder.
“Oh god!” she screams when Vance’s tongue slides up my shaft as she lifts her hips over me. With his face buried between her legs, she somehow manages to continue rising and falling onto my cock in a mind-bending rhythm.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I tell her, my words guttural. “Made for us, for our cocks, made for our ropes, our commands.” Ecstasy floods my bloodstream as I thrust up, almost lifting her off my lap. She writhes and wriggles, her rotating hips driving me mad. “Such a good girl.”
Vance pushes her back into me, her hair fanning over my chest as her head turns to give my lips access to her neck.
Wanting to taste every inch of her, I kiss and suck, scraping my teeth across her skin while watching her gorgeous tits bounce.
Vance puts one foot beside me on the couch, leaning over us so he can push his cock between Poppy tits.
His head falls back, the corded muscles in his throat on display as he fucks himself with them, his thick mushroom tip jutting out between them.
Poppy swipes her tongue over it until he grunts and spills his seed over her chest and throat.
Trembling, her pussy strangles my dick, as she cries through another orgasm, forcing mine from me. I fill her up, pumping into her warm heat until we all slump in exhaustion.
Vance is the first to move, and a few seconds after he leaves the room, I hear the bath faucets turn on.
Releasing the bindings around her wrist, I scoop Poppy up into my arms and carry her through our apartment to place her in the warm water of the bath he’s drawn for her.
The water laps over her blotchy skin as she leans back against the rim, sighing.
“I feel a little woozy,” she giggles, “That was insane. Thank you.”
Fuck. She’s going to be the death of me.
Stroking damp hair from her face, I pick up the washcloth and clean her as Vance goes about grabbing her a towel and toiletries.
I caress the cloth over her torso, swallowing a smirk when I notice the marks Vance left on her skin last night.
She has always been a knockout, but she looks beyond stunning with his bite marks claiming her flesh.
She could be a dream, she’s too perfect to be real.
“I didn’t know you could get piercings there.” She bites her lip, her eyes dropping to my cock and her body shuddering in memory.
A smile slants my lips. “Did you like how it felt?”
“Very much.”
For many years, my body didn’t feel like my own.
Pleasure was something that was forced from me, whether to give or receive.
I got the piercing to reclaim a sense of ownership over my body.
It was my choice, a source of sexual gratification that I decided to give to myself and my partners. My free will won’t ever be taken again.
With Vance somewhere else in the apartment, I take the moment alone with her to really look at her.
She has tiny, faint freckles on her nose, and her eyes are large and bright, a jade-like green with dark lashes bordering them.
She has a small, petite nose and perfect, fat lips designed for sucking cock.
Her creamy skin is smooth and soft over limbs defined from the muscle she’s built.
Heavy natural tits rest on her chest, the rosy nipples peeking out of the water as it laps against her.
Beyond conscious thought, I reach out to trace a finger down her taut stomach before trailing it to her perfect cunt.
She arches her back and moans as I slip through her folds, the water sloshing around her as her eyelids grow heavy.
“I dreamed about you touching me.” My heart thunders against my ribcage in response to her confession, a possessive urge pounding within me.
“Now that I have, Poppy, there’s no going back to before,” I warn her, my tone thick with lust. “You’re ours now. Our good girl.”
Vance returns wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, handing Poppy a bottle of water, “Drink up, Angel. You’re going to need to hydrate.”