Chapter 7 #2
Strawberries and cream smeared all over her hands and into the crevasses of my abs. And, while she got most of the sponge and whole berries, it felt like she’d made more of a mess with everything else. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, this felt good.
I suppressed a groan as Mason looked up at me, cheeks flushed, eyes wide.
“I’m so sorry,” she repeated. “I didn’t mean to–”
“To get Sebby all messy?” Sophia teased.
Slowly, I turned my head just enough to face her. Sophia sat there, focusing on us with rapt attention. Her posture was still relaxed as she lounged on the edge of the couch, but she’d moved a hand to cup her chin.
“If you’re going to get him all dirty, you should probably clean him up,” she urged.
“I’m trying!” Mason protested.
Sophia tsked as she shook her head.
“Not with your hands, honeybee. Sebby looks good enough to eat, might as well use your tongue.”
Mason choked as she looked away from me. Her hands hovered just above my waistband, as if she hadn’t undressed me nearly once a day for the last year. My heart smacked against my ribs at the idea of her tongue running along my skin.
Reaching forward, I threaded my fingers in her hair before pushing her head back far enough for her to look me in the eye.
“Now’s not the time to be bashful, Princess.” My hand moved from her hair to her chin. “I’ve had my dick in every single hole of yours, and now you’re playing shy about licking some sugar off me?”
I could practically see the metaphorical hearts in Mason’s eyes, but before we could get further, long pink acrylic nails dug into my cheek. Sophia looked down at me, her lip jutted out in a mock pout.
“I know my sweet little nerd isn’t telling my honeybee what to do.” Her honied tone barely concealed the venom in her words.
I froze, unsure of where I fell in this dynamic. Sophia was a domme, but she wasn’t my domme. And, with Mason, I was her boss, right?
“I am,” I said plainly. “Now if you–”
Sophia squeezed me tighter, her nails digging into my skin. I suppressed the urge to flinch. Despite her smile, I could see irritation behind her sapphire gaze.
“That pretty little mouth of yours only gives orders when I allow it.”
Sophia’s attitude should have pissed me off, but it was really hard to be mad when Mason was in front of me on her knees. She looked up at me like I was her everything.
“Sebby, get on the floor like the dirty pet you are.” She growled the last word, not even giving me a chance to argue as she pushed me out of my seat and onto the ground. The throw rug was soft against my back as she slipped a decorative pillow under my head.
My cock stood tall, proud, and unbelievably ready for whatever came next. Mason crawled to me on her hands and knees like the good girl she was.
Once she was close enough, she lowered her head to my stomach and began to lap at the cream decorating the ridges of my stomach. Warmth followed each caress, lighting my skin ablaze as she showered me in kisses and licks.
A lesser man would have cum right on the spot. And I—well, I began to think that I may be a lesser man.
A broken whimper escaped my lips as Mason kept going, and that seemed to ignite something evil in Sophia.
“Oh, my god!” Sophia chortled. “Did you just whimper? I’ve never heard a man do that!”
Heat rushed to my cheeks, this time not from my overwhelming arousal, but from white-hot embarrassment.
“Honeybee, do it again, I need to hear Sebby make those cute little sounds.”
Mason was too fucking obedient with her request, but instead of just licking me, she pulled my shorts down, allowing my cock to spring out. The barbells spanning my frenulum caught the light, and the tip of my dick wept glistening pre-cum.
Mason’s tongue traced the underside of my cock, spinning the piercings just enough to shatter me.
A broken sound, somewhere between a gasp and a sob, tore from my throat as a ribbon of ejaculate shot out.
Thanks to the position of my dick, the cum splattered on my chest, mixing with the sticky remnants of whipped cream and strawberry glaze.
It dripped down my ribs. Onto my side. I felt almost like a painter's easel, but instead of being coated in paint from a masterpiece, I was slathered in shame.
I hadn’t had sex–scratch that, Mason hadn’t even put me in her mouth. I couldn't even claim the consolation of a sad hand job. Instead, I came from merely being touched.
Sophia crouched beside me before swiping a finger through the mess.
“Really?” She challenged, holding it up to my lips. “You couldn’t let us have any fun?”
My chest heaved as I tried to come up with anything other than sorry.
But I waited too long, and Sophia grew impatient.
“Honeybee, suck that unworthy cock of his.”
No sooner than the command left Sophia’s lips, Mason’s mouth was around my shaft. Slightly overstimulated, the action made me gasp. The second my lips parted, Sophia shoved the mix of dessert and cum in my mouth.
My heart told me to gag, but all I did was groan.
The sound was low, filthy, and completely involuntary.
“You’re so freaking easy,” Sophia sneered. “Couldn’t you at least pretend to not be a virgin?”
“I-I’m n-not–” English suddenly became impossible with the ripples of unbearable pleasure rocking through my chest.
“Oh, I know you’re not a virgin, Masie made sure of that. But you could at least act like you’ve seen a pussy.” Sophia tapped my nose with a finger still slick from my saliva. “Honeybee, is he hard yet?”
“Mhm!” Mason mumbled before removing her mouth from my dick with a wet pop.
My knees were already shaking again. Was it even biologically possible to cum again before completing a refractory period?
Sophia smiled sweetly as she stroked my hair as she would a beloved pet.
“Alright, Sebby, I’m going to give you two choices.” She held up her fingers for emphasis. “Either I sit on your face and you pump Mason’s tight little pussy full of cum, or vice versa. You’re really lucky I like you because the alternative is a stretched-out pocket-pussy.”
I shivered at the idea of cheap, well-used silicone. No part of me was ready for another round, but I knew for sure I didn’t want that. So I took a deep breath and considered my choices.
The value box of condoms we'd bought a few weeks ago was upstairs. Given my current circumstances I didn’t think I could get up to get one, so my decision was made.
“I want Mason on my face,” I panted.
Sophia quirked a brow. “Why?”
Did it fucking matter why? “Because I don’t want to get Mason pregnant, and your tubes are tied.”
Sophia stopped for a moment, like that wasn’t at all what she expected to hear. And, to be fair, under most circumstances, I would have picked the other way. But her face soon softened.
“Well, if that’s what you want, who am I to say no?” She purred. “Now, all you have to do is lie down and enjoy this like the good little cum-dispenser you are.”
She then turned to Mason.
“You heard him, up, now.”
Mason squeaked with excitement before crawling over to me on her hands and knees. She wasted no time straddling my face, leaving me to stare at her cunt. She was dripping wet.
Instantly, my hands found her hips, and I yanked her down, not accepting anything other than her full body weight. None of that hovering bull-shit, I wanted to drown in her pussy.
She immediately coated my lips, and I groaned, sending vibrations deep inside her. Mason gasped and tried to buck, but I held her in place. I was going to devour her as if I were starving to death and she was my last meal.
I flicked my tongue with reckless abandon, digging my fingers into her hips as she tried to move, and just as I thought this couldn’t get better, Sophia slammed down on me.
My cock twitched as her walls constricted.
It was my turn to buck, but as I tried to arch off the ground, I realized I was stuck.
Mason anchored my torso to the floor, and Sophia had my hips.
And, though I was helpless, I never wanted this to stop.
“You’re so fucking easy,” Sophia hissed between thrusts, her hands braced on my chest as she bounced. “You’re lucky any woman, let alone Mason and I, ever looked twice at you.”
My cock throbbed inside her.
“And you’re not even going to say thank you?” she sneered. “Pathetic.”
Her words hit somewhere deep, but static overwhelmed my brain, making it impossible to care.
Instead, I focused on giving the girls all I could until they both screamed my name.
Once they had their fill and we all lay on the floor in a sweaty, gross mess, the high wore off.
And, as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I felt like shit.