Chapter 23 - Sly #2
Flipping her skirt up a little higher, I catch a glimpse of bright red underwear, and my cock jumps in approval.
“You’re wearing the ones I picked out for you.”
“You chose these?” she asks in surprise.
I nod. “Red is my favorite color on you.”
“Me, too,” Elias says.
“I’ll have to remember that,” she says before licking her lower lip and leaning back on the palms of her hands, thrusting her chest up toward me. “Do you want to check if the upstairs matches?”
Tonight, she’s wearing a black button-up top tied just below her waist. Along with the pleated skirt and messy buns, it makes her look like a naughty schoolgirl, something that is currently driving me crazy. I never had a thing for the whole schoolgirl thing before, but on her… it’s irresistible.
I consider telling her to unbutton her shirt for me, but my hands find the first button, just above her chest, before I even make the decision.
It’s like unwrapping a present, one she wrapped just for me.
And as the red edge of her bra starts to show, I know she’s wearing the matching lacey red set I picked out.
We’d all chosen stuff for her and just added it to her growing stack of clothes. I enjoy seeing what she’s wearing each day, not knowing who picked out what.
So far, she’d done a pretty good job of wearing stuff that everyone had picked out, but this schoolgirl outfit had Pete written all over it.
I glance over at him as I continue unbuttoning her shirt.
He’s sitting in his chair, just staring at her with lust-filled eyes.
Maybe I’ll let him play with her a little later.
First, I want to have some fun.
When I reach the bottom button, I untie the top, then push it off her shoulders, but no further, which keeps her arms slightly confined behind her.
Reaching out, I give her breasts a firm squeeze, my eyes darting between her heated flesh and her face.
The bra has no lining, so it’s easy to run my fingers back and forth until her nipples start to harden.
Leaning forward, I cover one with my mouth, over the lace, and suck hard.
Her head drops back, and she moans in approval.
“Mmm, good girl. Make sure the other four can hear you,” I instruct her as I move to her other one. She obeys, and her moans start to increase in volume. When I pull her cups down and free her delectable tits, I pinch them both, and her cries ring out around the room.
“Coach!” Pete calls with wide eyes. “Tag me in! Please!”
“Hmm,” I hum, turning back to Wren. “Shall we let Pete join us?” She nods, and I watch as I circle my thumbs around her nipples, tormenting her as I ask him, “What part of her do you want, Pete? Her perfect tits? Her pretty little pussy? Her dirty mouth? Or maybe you want a crack at her ass.”
“Ah fuck, don’t ask me a question like that!” he replies over Wren’s moans.
“Hmm, maybe I’m not ready to share her yet,” I tell him, making him groan in frustration. “Maybe I want to teach her a lesson for teasing me all day and bend her over this table and fuck her raw.”
“Dios mio,” she exclaims. “Please, teach me a lesson, sir.”
I pinch her nipples as my cock jumps to full attention, her moans filling my ears as I roll my neck from side to side, trying to calm myself before I rip the rest of her clothes from her body.
“You want me, little vixen?” I ask, just to be sure. She lifts her head, her bright blue eyes full of lust as they connect with mine.
“Yes, please, Sly. I want you so bad.”
She grips my forearms as I tell her, “I’m not sure I can be gentle right now.”
“I don’t want gentle,” she says, stealing my heart all over again. “I want you.”
My control snaps. I shove her shirt down her arms, then reach around her back and undo her bra.
She pulls it off her arms and throws it somewhere as I grab her skirt and panties and pull them down.
She learned since last time, clearly realizing she needed to put them on over her garter, and they slip down easily.
Leaving her once again in only her stockings and her black garter belt.
Unable to resist, I dive in, pulling one of her perfect tits into my mouth while my free hand tortures her other one.
I know what works her up the most, so I trail circles around her nipple before flicking it and giving it random pinches.
Her back arches each time I do it, pressing her further into my mouth.
I use my tongue and mouth to tease her nipple into a hard, swollen point before finally pulling back. She looks dazed as she blinks up at me, as if I’ve rendered her speechless.
Good.
I grab her hips tightly, taking a second to rake my eyes over the rest of her before I lift her from the table, spin her around, and shove her front down on the table. I try not to be too rough, but she’s literally begging for it. It’s impossible to resist.
“Fucking hell, that’s hot,” Dex whispers.
I squeeze her ass and step back so I can nudge her legs wider apart, giving me a good glimpse of her glistening pussy. “There it is,” I whisper, running a finger through her folds before pressing one inside her, making her gasp.
I use my thumb to rub her clit as I press another finger into her, keeping my thrusts slow and long, circling my fingers a little to help get her ready for me.
With my free hand, I undo my belt and pull my hard cock free, giving it a few strokes before I switch hands, using her juices to lube myself up.
I keep switching hands, making sure we’re both good and ready as she wiggles and writhes beneath me.
“Please!” she begs. “I need you!”
“Jesus Christ,” Elias says in exasperation. “Why is that so sexy?”
I line myself up with her entrance, using one hand to align myself as I press the other to her back, skimming my fingers over her pink scars. They are all healed now, and with time, they may fade completely.
“Are they ugly?” she asks, obviously feeling me tracing over them.
“No,” I tell her. “They’re beautiful, like the rest of you. They show me how strong you are, how you can survive anything. If anything, they make you more attractive.”
“Prove it.” She throws the dare out there, knowing what it’ll do to me, and she’s not wrong. The second the words fall from her lips, I slam myself inside, making her cry out.
“You’re so tight,” I grunt out, slowly swiveling my hips in a circle.
“Sly!” she gasps, her hands coming up to grip the tablecloth beside her head.
“You like that?” I ask, continuing the rotation.
“I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“I’m just trying to get you ready, stretch you out so I can take you good and hard.” I feel her pussy clench around me, and I chuckle. “My little vixen likes dirty talk.”
“Oh, she loves it,” Pete says knowingly. “She particularly likes it if you describe what you want to do to her.”
“Good to know,” Elias says, making me grin.
“Is that true, little vixen?” I ask, moving one hand to rub up her back. Eyeing her hair, I have the urge to sink my hands into it, but she’s wearing those adorable buns right now. “Let your hair down for me,” I tell her as I circle my hips.
She whimpers, but slowly lifts her hands and starts pulling them loose. I try to take note of how she does it, so I can do it in the future, but the way she squeezes my cock so tightly has me more than a little distracted.
When she’s done, I rake my fingers through her silky strands before pulling them together at the back of her neck and wrapping her hair around my fist. I don’t pull hard, but I hold it firmly with one hand while my other trails down to hold her hip, then I pull back and thrust forward. She cries out, and I do it again.
I keep my tempo even, even though she begs me to go faster and harder. “Patience, Wren,” I tell her. “Trust me.” She nods her head, and a sense of satisfaction moves through me.
Fucking her hard and fast would definitely be enjoyable, for both of us, but right now I have the urge to draw it out, to make her a complete withering mess beneath me, to have her questioning if this is torture or pleasure, unsure if I’ll ever let her come.
“Please,” she whimpers between thrusts, but I keep moving, wanting this feeling to last forever.
“Damn, he’s a bit of a sadist, isn’t he?” Elias asks.
“Nah, he just likes to take his time,” Pete tells him.
“If it were me, she would have come three times already,” Dex says as if insulting my ability to make our girl come.
“Maybe,” I say, not stopping my pace. “But she will have more pleasure from one of my orgasms than the three of yours put together.” Unable to resist, I lift my hand and bring it down on her right ass cheek, making her cry out.
Her pussy clamps around me, telling me exactly what she thought of that.
I rub the spot I just spanked and hum in approval. “Mmm, such a good girl for me.”
“Please, sir, let me come!” she begs, and I decide I’ve drawn it out long enough.
“Stand up,” I instruct, giving her hair a little tug. It takes her a second to get her hands under her to help push her to stand, still wedged between me and the table. I let go of her hair and slide my hand down to trace the line of her choker before wrapping my hand around it.
Holding her by her throat, I pull her body tightly back against mine before turning her head toward me and kissing her. She moans, which just gets me more worked up. I start thrusting again, a little bit harder this time.
My eyes catch on Pete, who’s eyeing her body and licking his lips, and it gives me an idea. Wrapping my free arm around her waist, I lift her off her feet and turn her toward Pete, taking a couple of steps to close the distance to where he’s sitting.
He sits up tall in his chair, his eyes eagerly taking her in. “Hungry?” I ask him.
“Starving,” he replies instantly, eyeing her pussy like it’s his last meal.
“Feast away,” I tell him, nudging her forward so we’re standing right between his spread knees. He leans forward, latching on to her clit, and her head tilts back as she cries out. I tighten my hand, cutting off the noise, holding her there for a moment before I release her.
“If you want me to let go, tap me anywhere three times, understand?” She nods, and I continue.
“Restricting your breathing can heighten your release. Try to trust that I know how much you can take. But if you get scared, just tap me three times, and I’ll let go.
I won’t be disappointed or upset. I want you to enjoy it, and if you don’t, that’s okay too. ”
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Elias asks nervously. “I don’t want her to get hurt.”
“I know what I’m doing,” I tell him. “And we’ll never know what she likes or doesn’t, if we don’t try. Right, little bird?” I aim the last question at Wren, and she nods.
“I want to try. I’ll tap if I don’t like it."
“Wren,” Elias says in warning as he moves to stand behind Pete’s chair so she can see him. “Promise me you won’t endure it if you’re not enjoying it? It’s more than okay if you don’t. I’m sure there’s still plenty of things Sly can do to you that you’ll enjoy.”
“Mmm, yes,” I nod, running my nose up and down the side of her throat.
“I could tie up your pretty little wrists behind your back again. You liked that, right?” She nods, her pussy tightening around me.
“Or I could lay you out on this table and have each of your other men hold a limb down while I fuck you. Her core squeezes even harder, and I try not to smile. “Hmm, I think we have a winner. So just keep that in mind, Wren. If you don’t like this, we can do that instead.”
“Can we do both?” she asks, making me smile, as the others laugh; even Pete pulls back from her to laugh.
“We’ll see. Now, are you ready?” I ask, my hand tightening on her throat. She gives me a small nod, and I start to pick up my pace, pulling my hips back to slam into her. Pete grips her hips, helping to hold her still as I thrust against her.
I don’t cut off her air supply, not yet, but I limit it, adjusting my grip as I try to build her orgasm to something she’s never felt before. Pete continues sucking on her clit, and I use my free hand to tease her nipples. The others watch us with heated eyes as I wring pleasure from our girl.
“See the way they look at you?” I whisper in her ear. “They’re all dying to get a piece of you. You’re like our sun, our warmth, our light. And each one of us craves just a small sliver of you to keep us going, to remind us that there is good in this world. And it’s you.”
Her pussy squeezes me so tight I grunt out as I fuck her even harder, ready to push her over the edge.
“You ready to come for me, love?” I whisper, and she nods.
I squeeze her throat a little tighter, blocking off all air, and her mouth drops open.
“Tap if you want me to stop, but try to hold on if you’re not scared.
” I wait two seconds, and when she doesn’t make a move to tap me, I turn her head to me and kiss her.
At the same time, my hips buck against her hard and fast, and I pinch her nipple.
Her pussy starts to tighten and shake, and I know she’s about to orgasm.
I wait two more seconds, then I pull my mouth from hers and release her throat, watching as she gasps in a full breath, then it happens.
Her pussy starts convulsing around me as her body starts to shake.
I wrap my arm around her waist to keep her upright as her eyes close and a long, continuous moan escapes her lush lips.
My eyes are glued to her as I lose the hold on my own release, shooting it straight into her tight pussy. She quivers in my arms, her eyes closed, and I can’t help but lean forward and suck her lower lip into my mouth. She tries to return the kiss, but it’s as if all her energy has been drained.
I see Pete has pulled back and is wiping his mouth and licking the back of his hand like a goddamned cat.
“Here,” Dex says from behind. I glance over my shoulder to see he’s pushed up a chair right behind me, allowing me to sit exactly where I stand, pulling her into my lap with me as we both take a moment to catch our breath.
When her eyes finally slowly blink open, I feel like we’re all waiting on bated breath to hear her voice.
“So?” I prod carefully. “Did you enjoy that?”