Chapter 22 #3
I open a beer, taking a swig before letting my towel drop, my dick hanging heavy between my legs as I climb onto the bed, lying next to Saige. I run my hand over her stomach and then up to her breasts, rolling a hard nipple between my fingertips as her chest heaves.
"Spread your legs more," I tell her. "He's not done eating."
"I can't," she whimpers.
"Sure you can, baby." I suck her nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my thumb just to watch her squirm some more. God, I fucking love a girl with an overstimulated pussy. "You're not going anywhere; you might as well give him what he wants. He's good with his mouth, isn't he?"
My hand dips past her waist, down to her pussy, and I use my fingers to spread her open for him. Her hips lift off the bed, and she screams. "Oh, my god. Please!"
"All right, Saige wants a break—she can't take it," I tell him. "I have something else you can put your mouth on."
Nolan sits up, and Saige slumps with relief.
"Wait…" I grab the strings on the hoodie he's wearing, using them to pull him into me. "I want to taste her on your tongue first."
Nolan covers my body with his before his pussy-soaked lips meet mine, his rock-hard cock rubbing against me while his tongue dips into my mouth. I grip his ass in my hands, grinding my dick against him while I suck the taste of our fuck doll from his mouth.
It's so fucking good.
He breaks the kiss, gripping my dick in his fist before taking it in his mouth, pumping it while he sucks, moaning when he licks precum from the tip.
"Fuuuck, that feels good." I place my hand on the back of his neck, thrusting into his throat, but just a little. Just enough to feel it tighten around my dick.
Nolan moans around me, and that's even better. My cock is already pulsing in his dripping mouth while he works me, his tight fist pumping me while he sucks on the tip.
God, I missed his mouth.
I turn to Saige, who watches him with clenched thighs, and guide her mouth to mine, kissing her, hoping she can taste herself on me the way I tasted her on Nolan.
"You look like you're missing your hands right now, little fuck doll," I tell her. "Enjoy your break, because it won't last long."
I slip my hand between her clenched thighs, and she opens them just enough for me to slip two fingers into her soaked pussy.
"Oh…" she moans as I pump them into her.
Her moans, the sound of Nolan's wet mouth fucking devouring my cock…it's fucking heaven. I push his head down on me, and he sucks me down his fucking throat. My thighs flex, and my balls tighten. I have to stop him, or I'm going to come.
And I still want to fuck Saige's overstimulated pussy.
Letting my dick fall from his pretty lips is a test of my goddamn willpower.
"Fuck…" I groan, my breath short. I sit up, kissing Nolan on the mouth. "Are you going to spread your legs like a good girl now, Saige?"
Eager to please, her thighs fall open, and I kneel between her legs with my dick in my hand. "There you go…" I say.
Nolan takes out his cock, pumping it while he watches me sink into her wetness. "Jesus, you're drenched. Nolan really ate you good, didn't he?"
Gritting her teeth, she answers, "Yes…"
I slowly move each leg over my shoulders, gently rocking my cock in and out of her pussy.
"Dax, fuck me harder," she whimpers.
"Why don't you beg for it, fuck doll?"
"Please, fuck me harder. I can't take it like this—it's too much."
"I'll tell you what, princess. You open that pretty little mouth of yours for Nolan, and I'll give you what you want."
She turns to Nolan, licks her lips, and then opens wide. He moves closer to her, tilting her head to the side with one hand and holding onto the headboard with the other, and then thrusts into her mouth.
"Oh, fuck…" he groans, dropping his head back as he fucks her throat. "You okay like this, Saige?"
"Mmmhmm," she says around his dick.
Such a fucking good girl. Jesus Christ.
A deal is a deal, so I pick up my pace, slamming my cock into her pussy, watching her tits bounce and listening to her moan and choke around Nolan's dick with every thrust.
I know she's getting close when she starts to squirm and pull at the handcuffs. Her abs tighten, and Nolan looks at me before his eyes drop to my wet cock fucking in and out of her.
He's fully fucking her mouth now. I've never seen him break like this with anyone else, and it's fucking delicious. The visual in front of me has my dick pulsing inside Saige's perfect pussy while she squirms.
She's his Christmas present, too.
My doll cries out, pulling the handcuffs hard enough to leave a mark, just like I wanted to leave on her, and comes hard, her pussy squeezing me, her body shaking. I fuck her through it, watching a tear roll down her cheek while her mouth drips around Nolan's dick.
When she finally stops shaking, I spread her legs wide, fucking my dick into her a few more times before I start to come. My dick pulses in her sweet pussy before I manage to pull it out, pumping it in my hand and finishing all over her tits.
Fucking. Mine, I think as I paint her chest with my cum.
Both of them.
"Fuck…" I moan before collapsing beside them on the mattress.
"You look so pretty like that, Saige," Nolan says, pulling his cock from her mouth.
"So pretty, baby," I tell her, turning her chin toward me before wiping a tear from under her eye.
She smiles at me before she feels the head of Nolan's cock against her pussy. She turns back to him, her eyes widening when he pushes inside her.
"Fuck!" she cries out, her back arching again.
Nolan rolls his hips into her in short, hard bursts, the sound of his hips slamming into her ass and his dick pushing into her wetness echoing through the room. "You want me to stop fucking you?"
"No…" she whimpers. "Never. I want you to come."
"I'm going to come," he groans. "I'm going to come SO." Thrust. "Fucking." Thrust. "Hard."
Saige yelps and writhes beneath him as he slams his hips into her, his eyes rolling back in his fucking head.
Watching him, I think I could fuck again.
I wonder how many times I could go like this—fucking her, and then getting hard watching him fuck her.
Fucking him. All night, and probably the next day, too.
Until she can't walk. Until she can't crawl, and we have her so fucking addicted to it that she'll need to be used like this every day…forever.
I roll onto my side, kissing Saige again while Nolan rearranges her insides. She whimpers against my lips until he buries himself to the hilt and comes inside her.
When he finishes, he lies on her other side, and Saige, breathless, says, "Okay, I lied. I need a break."
I grab the key to the handcuffs from on top of the nightstand and free her hands. "Ow," she says, rolling out her shoulders and wrists.
"Are you okay?" Nolan asks her.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
I go to my dresser and step into some boxers, and then grab some sweats and t-shirt from the closet. I put on the pants and toss the shirt to Saige. She pulls it over her head and then grabs the open bottle of champagne beside the bed, taking a swig before offering it to Nolan.
They're pretty fucking precious.
I flip on the television, finding the reality show we've been watching, and then turn off the lights, and the three of us eat nachos in bed.
It's messy, but I don't give a fuck. I kind of feel bad for the cleaners, though.
Somewhere in the middle of the second episode, Saige falls asleep on my shoulder.
I run my fingers through her hair, watching Nolan, who's stretched out on top of the blankets with his hands behind his head, his eyes growing heavy, too.
He's wearing a black sweatshirt of mine, and it rides up a few inches near his waist—just enough for me to see some of his scars.
Nolan glances at us before turning back to the television. "Be careful with her, please. I really like her."
It's not that I don't know what he means, but I have been careful with Saige.
"Nolan?"
"Hmm?"
"Saige told me something…and it's been bothering me."
"Saige says a lot of things she doesn't mean when it comes to you—you said so yourself."
"No, it wasn't about me. It was about you."
He rolls onto his side, resting his head against his arm. "What did she say?"
"She said that you think I don't love you."
Nolan sighs and looks up at the ceiling before looking back at me.
"Um…it's not a big deal. I just said that I don't think we work the same way.
And that's okay; I'm fine with it. It's not something we need to talk about.
" He takes off his glasses and sets them on the nightstand.
"I'm tired, anyway. I'm going to go to sleep. "
"That's not true, though," I tell him, reaching across the girl sleeping between us and taking his hand. "I do love you…I'm so fucking sorry you didn't know that."
"Well…I do now," he says.
"Okay…good. Glad we got that cleared up."
Nolan smiles, stifling a laugh. "Yeah, me too."
"Good night," I say, flipping off the television.
"Good night."
When I get up the next morning, Saige is the only one in bed, which is to be expected. It's almost noon, and Nolan sticks to his routine when he's here, too. I'm sure he's already gone for a run, and now he's downstairs lifting in the gym.
Unlike him, I need a fucking day off every now and then. Besides, I got a workout last night.
Carefully, I slide out from beneath Saige and head downstairs to start some coffee, but quickly find that I'm not the only one here.
"Ew," Juliette says when I step into the kitchen. "You could at least wear your pants higher than your pubes."
"Why are you here? You don't live here anymore."
"Neither do you. I had to get some paperwork from Dad's office for an account we're working on in Montréal. Wait, if you're here, who's in the gym right now?"
"My boyfriend," I say, starting a second cup of coffee.
"You have a boyfriend now? Since when?"
I shrug. "I don't know. A while."