Chapter 37 #2
I moan around his cock as he thrusts in and out of my mouth. He reaches down with his other hand to squeeze my sore nipple. An orgasm slams through me, but the torment doesn’t end. He doesn’t stop the plug or thrusting into my mouth.
Groaning, I gush my next release. Wetness coats my inner thighs.
“Fuck, Sara.” He pushes in deep and holds there while he torments my other nipple.
I whimper as I come again, unable to get away from the vibrating inside my ass. It tips me over the edge another time. Tears and saliva flow down my face.
He pulls my hair and thrusts back in deep. I swallow around his tip as another orgasm rocks me. Part of me wants to beg him to stop the plug, but he’s deep inside my throat. I could tap three times on his leg or snap my fingers, but I don’t.
I want what he has to give me. My eyes lift to his and his dark eyes soften at my surrender. He comes deep in my throat, groaning his release.
When he pulls out, he drops to his knee before me and captures my lips with his. One hand tugs my head back as his other hand slides between my legs and works me before he thrusts his fingers deep.
I cry out into his mouth as I come harder. He leaves his fingers inside me, feeling the pulsing.
He lifts his head and searches my eyes as he reaches around my ass and yanks the still vibrating plug out. My vision goes black for a second as another orgasm rips through me. He holds my strained body locked in that feeling for a second before I suck in a breath.
Fuck.
“How many, trouble?”
I meet his dark eyes and release my breath. His fingers are still buried inside my pussy, feeling the aftershocks. “Five before you came, plus two after.”
“Good girl.” He eases his fingers out of me and holds them up to my lips. “Clean them.”
I lick his fingers clean of my cum mixed with Drew’s, Finn’s, and probably Dante’s. A pulse of awareness flows through me. I glance toward the door as I take Wyatt’s fingers into my mouth.
Drew smiles. “I’m glad I came for you this morning.”
I arch my eyebrow at the double entendre.
“I’ll get her cleaned up.” Wyatt pulls his fingers out of my mouth and tosses the plug into the sink. After he stands, he holds his hand down to me. When I take it, he helps me up.
“It’ll go faster if I help.” Drew gives Wyatt the chance to say no.
Wyatt searches my eyes and sighs. “You’re right.”
“I knew we’d be friends.” Drew kneels and unclasps the spreader bar from my ankles.
“Not friends.” Wyatt turns to wet another washcloth.
Drew smirks up at me as he reaches for the cuffs. He winks. “Fuck buddies, then.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Wyatt turns off the water and grabs my chin gently as he washes my face. “You know what that means, you asshole.”
“He’s not wrong.” My gaze snags on Finn in the doorway. He’s changed his pants, but his shirt is the same. He’s working on tying his tie while watching the others. “We’re all fucking the same girl.”
My toes curl thinking of how they all just fucked me.
Drew kisses my hip bone before standing and leaning against the wall. “Fuck buddies it is.”
I shake my head at these two because they’re just doing it to fuck with Wyatt.
Wyatt growls as he cups my pussy with the washcloth and cleans me again, before turning me to face the mirror and cleaning my ass.
Drew and Finn smirk.
“I like having fuck buddies.” I barely hold in my chuckle.
Wyatt closes in on my back and washes his hands around me. “I still have time to fuck this ass, trouble,” he murmurs for my ears only.
“Oh, no, sir.” I cup my hands to the sides of my face and press my ass back against his pants. “Not an ass fucking.”
His dark eyes meet mine in the mirror, but he can’t hide his amusement.
“If you want to truly train your brat, you’re going to have to come up with worse punishments, my fuck buddy.” Finn clasps Wyatt’s shoulder.
I smile smugly. He’s not wrong. All Wyatt’s teaching me is misbehaving gets me fucked and so many orgasms I ache from them.
“Everyone out. I can get Sara dressed on my own.” Wyatt points to the door.
I don’t stop pressing my ass against him. He steps back and smacks my ass seven times, alternating cheeks.
My mouth is open when he stops and my ass burns.
“Behave, trouble.”
My lips snap shut. He opens a drawer and pulls out a box, setting it in front of me.
“I asked Dante to make sure you had hair stuff in all of our bathrooms.” Wyatt’s gruff again. He flips open the lid and there’s a brush, comb, and various things to put my hair up.
Then he pulls open the drawer on the other side and squirts lotion into his hands. “This will help with the sting.”
He rubs my ass cheeks with the lotion. I should really be done being horny, but fuck, his hands on me, those bites of pain and the pleasure stirring. I could go for another round or five.
“Don’t tempt me, trouble.” He slides his hand over my hip and I lift my gaze to his in the mirror. “We need to get to work. I can’t just fuck you all day.”
Why not? is on the tip of my tongue, but I’ve already pushed him too much.
“Later, sir?” I lift the brush to my hair.
His gaze falls to my breasts. Grunting his response, he heads into the bedroom. When he returns, he helps me into my panties and bra.
After my hair is up, he helps me into the dress, which fits like a dream. He opens another box. This one is full of my makeup brands. I kiss his cheek before I apply the lipstick.
Leaning in the doorway, he watches me with his arms crossed.
My heart leaps but I hold it down. There’s nothing happening here except sex. Once everything gets settled, we’ll go back to normal. No one will fuck me all night or at the kitchen table or in the shower. We’ll all be boring like we were before.