Chapter 28
Equity Shareholder
Wyatt
If someone told me last month I’d be kneeling fully clothed behind a naked Sara, holding her hands so Finn could fuck her throat, I would have punched them. Finn would have laughed at that person, but I’m not as easygoing.
Finn begins to slide Sara’s mouth up and down over his cock, slowly easing his cock deeper and deeper until she gags and tries to pull herself off. It’s instinctual. I understand, but her whole body gets into it, thrashing against my hold.
I can’t wait to fuck her while she struggles against me. My cock is painfully hard just watching her take them.
“Shh, flower, you’re doing so good.” He tightens his hand around her neck, and she stills and breathes in harshly through her nose. “You took Dante’s cock so beautifully. You can take me deeper.”
She relaxes in my hold. Her tears and saliva drip onto Finn’s pants. I want it to be my hand around her throat and my cock buried inside her, but it’s not my turn yet.
He works her in a rhythm, a few shallow strokes and then he pushes in deep, going a little deeper each time. I’m next. As hard as I am, I’m probably going to come as soon as she gets her mouth on me.
Unless…I move her wrists into one hand while he’s making her take him shallowly. My hand curves over the smooth skin of her ass. She whimpers deep in her throat.
Finn lifts his gaze from his cock disappearing into her mouth to see what I’m doing. I slide my finger over her wet entrance and circle her clit. Lifting her hips in invitation, she moans low in her throat.
“Fuck her,” Finn challenges me with a gleam in his eyes. “Make her come all over your cock before she sucks it.”
I check her hands to make sure she isn’t snapping her fingers. Finn pushes her down on his cock until her nose touches his abs, while Dante leans over and takes her wrists from me.
Every inch of me aches to be buried inside her. I undo my pants and free my cock, stroking it while I look at her perfect tight asshole. I’m not going there. No, I want to feel her warm, snug pussy surrounding my cock before she sucks our cum off my dick.
Lifting her hips, I line up my tip with her entrance. She makes little needful noises around Finn’s cock as he draws her up.
“Don’t worry. We’ll give you what you need and fuck you at the same time.” Finn strokes her neck with his thumb. “Hard and fast, flower. You remember how to make this stop?”
She hums and he lifts her off his cock. Her voice is breathy when she says, “Snap my fingers.”
“Fuck, you’re a beautiful mess.” Finn’s eyes lift to mine as he lowers her head. She opens her mouth and he thrusts his cock in deep. I thrust into her pussy at the same time and she moans around his cock. Her body trembles between us.
Fuck, why didn’t I fuck her last night? When I had her all to myself in my bed? Her pussy is perfect, pulsing around me.
I never would have imagined sharing a woman would get me off, but fuck if it’s not sexy to watch Sara take my friends and me. Even watching her with Drew should be fucked-up, but the way she flushes with arousal and gives in to his desires, it’s beautiful.
Finn meets my eyes as he lifts Sara’s mouth. She gasps in a breath. I pull almost all the way out.
“Last chance, flower, before we fuck you.” Finn strokes her cheek as we all watch her fingers closely. She’s new to sex. None of us know her limits or want to be the one who passes them. But my cock throbs with how much I want to plow into her.
Her cheeks hollow as she sucks on him.
“Fuck.” Finn nods at me and he works her mouth over his cock, thrusting his hips up into her mouth. I focus on what I’m doing.
Holding her hips, I fuck in and out of her, hard and deep.
Over and over. Every inch of her pussy clings to my cock.
She’s so fucking wet. She moans around his cock and warmth rushes around mine as she gushes her release.
Her pussy pulses, milking me until I can’t help but come.
I thrust in a few more times before driving in deep and roaring my release.
She trembles beneath me. Finn groans as he comes in her mouth. She swallows around him and her pussy shudders around me. I almost don’t want to leave her warmth.
Finn draws her up, and for a moment, they just stare into each other’s eyes. He brushes away her tears with his thumbs. It’s quiet and odd because I’m still buried inside her. Connected to her physically while he connects with her on a different intimacy level. Dante releases her wrists.
When I draw out, she turns. Her pale green eyes are still dark with desire. I’m already regretting my naked rule as I take in every inch of her beautiful body. I won’t be able to resist bending her over any nearby surface and fucking her if she’s allowed to roam free like this.
My cock barely rests before it hardens again. I shift to my feet and she rises onto her knees. Her eyes hold mine as she leans in and licks our combined essences off my cock. By the time she reaches my tip, I’m fully engorged again.
She gives my tip an open mouth kiss. Desire pools hot around the base of my spine. Finn relaxes against the back of the couch, putting himself away, a satisfied smirk on his lips.
Her red hair falls loose around her shoulders. She kisses my cock, sliding her tongue through my slit and suckling gently as her hands slide up the outside of my thighs. She stops them on my hips.
Her eyes lift to mine, not in surrender but in desire, in need. She takes my cock into her mouth, deep into her throat. I’m lucky I came because that would’ve been it. I would’ve spilled my cum down her throat without any more stimulation needed. She’s gorgeous and eager.
She pulls back and licks, kisses, and sucks my cock. I reach down and tuck her hair behind her ear gently. I could take her hair in my hand and fuck her mouth. A part of me wants to but there’s another part that wants to give this to her. Let her lead.
This woman kneeling before me is everything I ever wanted. There’s fire in her eyes and I know she’ll never give in easily to me.
She’ll fight me every inch of the way, but only because it pleases her and I want her to. Right now, I’m not her dominant. She’s taking control. I should be punishing her, teaching her how to please me, but how can I when what she does pleases me already?
I thread my fingers into her hair and cradle her head as she works my cock. She’s learning what I like and figuring out what makes my cock twitch. What makes me groan a little. What makes my fingers tighten in her hair.
I’ve spent so many nights imagining fucking her, but actually being with her is so much more than I ever expected. More sensual. More playful. More.
She takes her time exploring me and I allow it. We’ve both come already. This isn’t a pressing need, but a gradual build. Her hair clings to her face from the tears and the saliva. Her skin is pink from her face down to her breasts.
Those breasts. Her dusty pink nipples are hard peaks begging to be sucked, played with. I’ve seen her in bikinis, but naked at my feet is how Sara should always be. Glaring up at me with those pale green eyes and sucking my cock like a good girl.
A part of me worries that, when Tom gets back and this is over, I won’t be able to move on. I won’t be able to forget the feel of her body beneath me, surrounding me. That I’ll remain so wrapped up in her that I won’t be able to let her go completely. At least not if I stay here.
Not where I have to watch her fall in love with another man. Marry him. Have his children. The ache in my chest angers me. I wasn’t lying this morning. If I could, I would put a baby inside her to stake my claim.
She’s mine, but I’ve never been able to claim her fully. I’m still not.
She stiffens when my hand tightens in her hair. Her gaze lifts to mine. Her fingers dig into my hips. The need to punish her for what I can’t have swells within. Whatever she sees in my eyes, she responds by relaxing in my hold, waiting for me to take over. Giving me her power. Letting me take her.
I hold her head still as I fuck her mouth, thrusting in deep and staying there, knowing she can barely breathe. Her throat muscles work to try to draw in a breath, tightening around the tip of my cock while her tongue cradles it. I pull out and she gasps around me.
She doesn’t tap out and her eyes reflect her stubbornness. I thrust harder, deeper, bringing her nose to my abs as she chokes around my cock. But she still doesn’t draw away. She lets me use her the way I want, the way I need.
My balls tighten as I get close. She’s making these noises that vibrate around my cock. When she moans, I can’t stop the flood of cum that fills her throat and mouth, trickling down her chin.
She gasps when I draw out. Her breathing is chaotic as her eyes find mine. A shiver runs through her. Fuck, did she come again?
“Did you come, trouble?” I tip her flushed face up so I can search her eyes.
“Yes, sir.” She drags her finger through the trail of my cum on her chin and brings it to her lips before sucking her finger clean.
I cock my head and narrow my eyes. Orgasm denial might be difficult with Sara. She’s so fucking sensitive. But I’m willing to try it.
“How much time do we have?” I lift my gaze to Finn.
He glances at his phone. “Ten minutes until food arrives.”
I straighten my clothes and help Sara stand. “Come on, trouble. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Sara
Wyatt takes me into his room. Honestly, he could lead me into hell right now and I’d probably follow him. I’m in a daze. A fuck haze.
My body shivers but I’m not cold. My whole being is overstimulated. The three of them using my mouth, fuck. I’ll line up to do that anytime. I guess they would be the ones lining up. Then when Wyatt and Finn fucked me together.
Yeah, my brain doesn’t even know how to categorize any of this. It’s up on the level of the night at the hotel with all four of them.
I lean against the wall as Wyatt turns on the water and wets a washcloth. My mirror reflection shows me standing there naked. My face is a mess. Tear lines and saliva and cum. Fuck. I smile a little. I definitely would do that all over again.
When he turns to me, I bite my lip. I want him to touch me. I want him to fuck me.
Instead, he kneels before me and lifts my leg, spreading me open.
Gently, he wipes my pussy. My insides grow hotter as he takes his time.
He’s thorough, parting my folds and touching every inch of me.
My desire is still boiling. But when he stands, he goes back to the sink, grabbing a fresh washcloth.
He returns and tips my chin up to clean my face. Lightly grazing my cheeks.
“Is my punishment over?” I ask, even as I hope it isn’t.
“That was one, trouble.” His dark eyes search mine. “Though I can see it wasn’t a very effective punishment.”
I pout. “It seemed like a good punishment to me.”
He chuckles and finishes wiping my chin. “Will it make you behave?”
I press my lips together. I should say yes. Then the next time he’ll do it again. My pussy clenches.
“You don’t need to lie, Sara.” Wyatt smirks as his thumb brushes over my lower lip. “I can tell you enjoyed it. Some punishments will be fun and make you come. Others will be tedious or even a little bit painful.”
Swallowing, I search his eyes. They lit up when he said painful. From what I understand of BDSM, some pain causes pleasure, but the dynamic is mostly a power exchange. He wants it and I’m reluctant to give it.
Most times. Now I just want to snuggle in his arms in a hot bath, while he fucks me again.
His phone buzzes and he draws it out of his pocket. “Food’s here.”
“Do I get my clothes back?” I arch an eyebrow. Not really looking forward to sitting around the apartment naked. It just seems weird and awkward.
Wyatt closes in on me, pressing me back against the wall. His clothes glide against my bare flesh. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
“No.” His hand cups my jaw as he studies my face. “You come in the door to this apartment, you strip naked. Maybe in a few days we’ll go back to the panty rule, but you need to learn your lesson. Rules are meant to be obeyed.”
I narrow my eyes. “I didn’t have time to take my panties off—”
“Because you were making out with Dante?” He taps my nose before backing away. “He would have helped you take them off, trouble. All you had to do was ask.”
My cheeks heat. But then Wyatt holds out a hand towel to me. I take it, confused.
“What’s this for?”
“Your chair. So we don’t have wet spots everywhere.” He slides his fingers between my legs and rubs my clit way too briefly. He holds his glistening fingers up to show me. “Such a messy girl.”
I glance at the front of his pants. Sure enough, there’s a wet spot from when I sat on him earlier. This is a game I can play. They want me to walk around naked. Fine.
“What will my other punishments be?” I arch an eyebrow.
Wyatt shakes his head. “You’ll see.”