Chapter 11 #4
But his control feels good, too; the easing feels like teasing.
The thick head of his cock feels fucking delicious every time he buries himself inside me, and every cell in my body is on fire.
I'm melting into the mattress; I'm struggling against Dax's hold before I even notice it.
I lift my hips off the bed, fighting the urge to wrap my legs around him while desperate little moans leave my lips, quietly begging him to go faster.
"Sounds like she likes your dick, Nolan," Dax says. "You better give it to her harder before she breaks my fucking fingers."
"If that's what she wants…maybe she should ask nicely," Nolan says through clenched teeth, reaching for me, grabbing my left breast and rubbing the nipple with his thumb.
"Nolan…please…"
His hips rock into me a little harder, and I whimper, my pussy clenching around his dick.
"Fuck…" Nolan moans. "She feels so fucking good."
"I told you she feels like fucking heaven," Dax says. "And look at you—you're taking it so fucking well, baby."
Nolan grabs me by the back of my thighs and finally picks up the pace, thrusting into me hard and fast, the way my body had been craving.
"Oh, god…oh, fuck…"
"You like the way his dick feels, baby?" Dax asks.
"Yes…"
"If I let go of your hands, do you promise to be good?" Dax asks.
"What?" I mutter, distracted and breathless.
"I said, can you keep your hands to yourself like a good girl if I let you go, or do I need to tie you up?"
"Oh, fuck, I'll be good."
He releases my hands, and then tilts my head to the side, running his thumb over my lips. "Open up that pretty mouth of yours."
I open, tasting salt on my tongue as he thrusts into my mouth. He's much more forceful than when he made me get on my knees, using my mouth, my eyes watering when I choke on it.
For just a second, I'm topless on Elias's bedroom floor, sucking him off so they'll help me get rid of the body in the backyard, but the memory is blurry enough that I easily stuff it into a corner in the back of my mind.
"I love the way your lipstick looks on my dick. I love it when your eyes water, too. If you can't take it, tap my leg," Dax groans. "But I'd rather you just fucking take it."
I wrap my hand around the base, pumping him while he fucks my mouth, telling him he doesn't have to stop through watery eyes, his dick smothering my moans while Nolan brings me closer and closer to the edge.
I can barely breathe, and my pussy is pulsing. I like this a lot more than I should.
My legs shake. I stop breathing, stop thinking, and the most intense orgasm of my fucking life rips me apart. Saliva drips from my mouth down my chin as my entire body convulses, and Dax pulls his dick from my mouth, pumping it in his hand, so Nolan can hear me scream.
"Ahh! Oh, my god…oh, my god. Oh, fuck…"
"Fuck…" Nolan groans. "Jesus Christ, her pussy's squeezing the fuck out of me."
While Nolan fucks me through the orgasm, Dax pushes my hair away from my face and mouth, his other hand pumping his dick. "Look at her shaking like a slut. She fucking loves it. You like coming on his dick, Saige?"
My legs are still shaking, my eyes rolling back in my head, and I can barely force an answer out. "Y-yes…"
"Open your mouth, fuck doll," Dax rasps. "I'm going to come."
I open wide, and Dax sinks his dick back into my mouth, groaning while filling it with cum, keeping it in the back of my throat with a hand on the other side of my head.
The sight of Dax filling my mouth sends Nolan over the edge, and he comes at the same time, burying himself in my pussy, grunting through short, hard thrusts until he stills.
Dax's dick falls from my mouth and I collapse on the bed, breath heaving, allowing my eyes to close. Nolan pulls out a few seconds later, and just as quickly disappears through the bathroom door.
Neither of them talked to her again afterward.
I wonder if that's what will happen to me now. It's kind of what I want anyway, right?
Suddenly, the room is painfully quiet, even with music still blaring downstairs. I feel uncomfortably exposed, physically and otherwise, but then Dax stretches out next to me, his muscular, tattooed arms enveloping me.
He sighs, pressing his lips to my forehead. "You made me so fucking happy tonight," he says. "You know that? I'm proud of you."
Dax smiles, tracking my face with his fingertips. He doesn't seem to mind that I don't answer, but the truth is when he told me I made him happy—that he was proud of me—my anxiety and discomfort melted away. I'm glad he's proud of me, and that makes me a little sick, too.
"Come on. Let's go take a shower."
I let him lead me into the bathroom, and then into the shower, where he washes my hair for me, kissing my mouth, my neck and shoulders.
Holding me against his naked body the way I think a boyfriend would.
But Dax isn't my boyfriend. I'm just his favorite toy.
And when we get out, he brushes my hair and dresses me. Like a doll.
Then, he wraps his body around mine in his bed, telling me again how well we fit together before falling asleep.