Chapter 9 A Little Less Control #4
I take him in my fist, pumping him a few times before teasing him with my tongue, swirling it around the tip, sucking it. He leans back, groaning, and I take him into the back of my throat, slowly sucking the length of him.
"Fuck, I missed your mouth, baby," Dax says.
Nolan leans against his shoulder, gathering my hair in his fist and holding it out of the way.
"You like watching her suck me off?"
"Who wouldn't? You can take more of him than that, can't you, baby?" He pushes my head down on Dax's cock, and I gag around him, my eyes watering. "His dick is fucking perfect, isn't it?"
I look up at Nolan, nodding around Dax's dick. "Mmhmm."
"Fuck, that feels good. Just like that, Saige. I want to feel your throat."
I pick up my pace, bobbing my head on his cock, taking him deeper like I did when Nolan shoved him down my throat. Nolan reaches out and wipes a tear from under my eye.
"You're so fucking pretty, baby," he tells me.
"Hey," Dax says. "Turn around, princess."
My heart stops. I let Dax's dick fall from my mouth and turn on my knees.
Elias stands over me, fisting his cock.
"Open up, Saige."
My pulse quickens, but Dax runs his hand down my back, soothing me. "It's okay, baby. Let him use your pretty mouth."
Elias tilts my chin upward. "Look at me."
I meet his eyes, opening my mouth wide.
"Stick out your tongue."
I do as he asks; I can barely breathe while I wait on my knees with my tongue out. Elias makes me stay like that for what feels like minutes, looking down at me while his hard cock twitches in front of my face.
And then that same hand that gently tilted my chin moves to the back of my head, and he thrusts into the back of my throat. Again. And again.
I choke around him, saliva dripping down my chin as he fucks my face.
"I know he's a little rough," Dax says. "You're doing great, baby. You're such a perfect little fuck doll."
My eyes wander to Dax—to my safe space—watching Nolan work his cock in his hand while they watch me.
I slide my hands up Elias's thighs, holding onto them, using my tongue and sucking him while he fills my mouth with his cock. "Goddamn, Saige…" he growls. "Baby, look at me."
I meet his eyes and blink, sending tears rolling down my cheeks.
"Not so funny to run from me and tease me when you're choking on my dick, is it, Saige? Fuck…"
I don't think he expects an answer. I can't even shake my head when he's using my mouth like this. I mean, fuck, I can barely breathe. My clit throbs; I dig my nails into his skin, and he groans, thrusting harder.
I cry out around his dick, squeezing my eyes closed.
"No," he grits. "Look at me while I fuck your face. I want your eyes, I want your tears, I want every fucking sound you make." When I open my eyes, his breath catches. "That's it. That's my good girl."
"Isn't she pretty?" Dax asks.
"So fucking pretty," Elias rasps. "My perfect little whore." I taste salt against my tongue before Elias pulls out, and hot spurts of cum paint the front of my face. "Oh, fuck, baby."
I close my eyes, keeping my mouth open, letting him drench me, feeling it drip from my chin onto my tits, shame burning my face while my clit pulses.
"Stick out your tongue, Saige. Lick your lips like a good little slut."
I do what he asks, confused by the combination of humiliation and arousal I'm feeling, while Elias looks down at me, smirking. Then, he runs two fingers over my cheek, soaking them in cum before he pushes them into my mouth. "Suck."
As I suck his fingers clean, to my left, Dax groans—a sound I'm intimately familiar with—muttering a string of profanities. When I look over, Nolan's head is in his lap, bobbing on his cock.
I watch him slide his lips up and down Dax's shaft while he thrusts up into his mouth.
"You like watching your boyfriends swallow each other's cocks, too, cumslut?"
I must have been distracted because now, Elias kneels on the floor behind me. He runs his hands over my cum-covered tits, pinching my nipples hard. "Ow!"
"Do you?"
"Yes!"
While his left hand cups my tit, the right moves down my body to my pussy, and his fingers find my clit, circling it while I watch Nolan suck Dax off.
"Damn, princess," Dax groans. "He really drenched you, baby. I've never seen so much cum."
"She had it coming; didn't you, Saige?"
"Yes," I moan. "Oh, god…"
"Fuck, I'm going to come." Dax's head falls back on the couch as his hand pushes through Nolan's hair, gripping it hard while holding his head down on his dick. "Oh, fuck, Nolan…yes. Swallow my fucking dick."
I whimper, my body shaking as Elias holds me against him while I come. When he releases me, I fall forward onto all fours, panting.
Elias removes his shirt and tilts my face toward him, using it to clean me.
I can't even move; I just stay there, stunned.
"As perfect as you look like this, I guess I should clean you up."
After wiping my face, he moves to my chest, and then between my legs.
"Come here, Saige," Elias says when he's finished, pulling me into him. He kisses me and then whispers in my ear, "I love you so much, baby. You did so good."
Dax sits beside us on the rug and then hands me the blanket. "That wasn't so hard, was it, princess?"
I don't answer. Instead, I grab a pillow from the couch and lie down. Elias does the same and then takes most of my blanket, but when I complain, he just pulls me closer.
Dax puts a movie on and then lies at my other side, running his fingers down my spine. Nolan stretches out on the couch with his hand hanging over the edge and his fingers intertwined with Dax's.
And it's comfortable. I wait again for the shame to wash over me, but it doesn't quite happen. It stays where it was, just at the periphery of my consciousness.
"Hey, baby?" Elias whispers.
"Don't," I tell him.
I'm sure he's going to say something serious, and it's not something I can handle right now. Especially since…I think I like all of us like this.
At least in this moment.
"I just—"
"Please? I don't want to talk right now."
Elias sighs. "Okay, Saige. Good night."
I'm both relieved and shocked at his resignation. "Thank you."
He kisses my cheek, and I fall asleep with my head resting against his chest and Dax's leg hitched over my hip.