Chapter 7 #2
“My room,” I grin salaciously, wagging my brows.
“It’s not big enough for naked wrestling,” she wheezes, falling into giggles.
“Fiasca, don't threaten me with a good time.” We get to my door, and I let us both in. “Have a seat, gorgeous.”
Fiasca smiles, holding my eye contact as she ever-so-slowly peels off her shirt, then her pants. She hops onto the bed, and jumps up to her knees, arching her back, wiggling her luscious ass.
“Oh, little one—you are in so much trouble now.” My voice deepens with my arousal.
I whip off my clothes so fast, I scrape myself with my nails when I go to unlatch my bra. I jump onto the bed next to her, pulling her into my lap.
“Hello, Razor,” she whispers, my hard, pierced cock laying against her bare skin. She leans in to kiss me, and I fall into her.
“Does this mean you forgive me?” I practically beg.
“Yes, Razor. I forgive you. And love you,” Fiasca says in a serious tone, showing me she means every word she says.
She looks down at my cock, and gasps. “Um, is that a piercing? Wait, there’s more than one? Holy Buckets!”
I laugh at her reaction. “Yeah, baby. It's called a Jacob’s Ladder.”
“Really? I want to climb it.” Grinning, Fiasca runs her tongue over her lips.
As she moves to touch me, my door bursts open.
A frantic-looking Frost stands there, chest heaving.
“Whoa, man... everything cool?” I ask in concern.
He doesn’t say a word—just stands there.
Fiasca looks at him in confusion. “Frost? You okay? You can, um, stay, if you want.”
Frost still doesn’t speak, just closes the door behind him, flipping the lock. I look at my girl, and she shrugs. Her breathing has picked up; I'm betting having an audience is turning her on.
“You like being watched, baby? I remember when I played with that pussy walking through the courtyard; your bare ass hanging out for all to see. You enjoyed it then.” I chuckle.
Frost growls low in his throat, curling his lip. I ignore him, choosing to display my girl in all her glory.
I pull her to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs as far as they’ll go, propping a pillow under her hips. I move behind her, grabbing her arms and pulling them up, holding them together in one hand.
Fiasca is breathing in choppy bursts. “Please, please,” she begs.
“Come on then, brother. Come play with our girl,” I invite Frost. “But I’m first to fuck her, understand?”
Frost stalks forward, staring down at her glistening pussy, spread and ready for him. He reaches out, running a finger through her arousal. He brings his finger to his lips, groaning at her taste.
“Fuck. Frost, Razor—someone fucking make me come already,” Fiasca demands.
“Now, now, you’re not calling the shots here,” I inform her. To Frost, I say, “Lick her until she comes.”
He pushes her backwards on the bed, giving himself room to get between her thighs. He dives in without a word and feasts on her like a starving man.
“Oh God, Frost! Fuck, how long is your tongue?” Fiasca pants.
Frost spears it inside her, and she shakes violently. He adds a finger, his hand moving fast. She yells, so he adds a second finger, curling them inwards. He works her G-spot hard while he sucks her clit.
“Squirt for him, Fiasca,” I say on a moan, fisting my throbbing cock.
I can barely contain myself. I fucking need inside her. Now.
Fiasca’s back arches up off the mattress, and her mouth opens.
“Frost, oh my—!”
She comes so hard, I can feel the vibrations from her upper body. I squeeze her nipple and her hips buck. Her screams pierce the air; then Frost abruptly yanks his fingers out. She squirts across the room, spurt after spurt.
Damn. Fucking hell.
“Move,” I tell Frost, knocking him out of the way, impatiently getting up to stand in front of her.
I pull her to the edge of the bed, throwing her legs up onto my arms. She is spread even wider. I grab my cock, pumping it a couple of times.
Fiasca gasps again as I line it up with her pussy. “So big...oh my God.”
I just grin, shoving inside her in one stroke.
“Fuck,” I yell, finally feeling her wrapped around me.
She’s so tight, like a sheath for my cock. “So tight, baby.”
“Your piercing—holy fuck…” Fiasca’s voice is hoarse from yelling so much.
Frost moves in to kiss her passionately, kneading her breasts. I pull back, almost all the way out, then shove in so deep, she convulses.
“What is that spot...” Fiasca murmurs between breaths.
She’s panting so hard, I can see her heart hammering through her chest.
I work that spot repeatedly, playing with her clit at the same time. Within just a few strokes, I feel my balls drawing up, my seed threatening to spill. I pinch her clit.
“Come with me, Fiasca.”
She tumbles over the ledge and grips me so tightly, I'm held still. She milks me dry, and my cock is on one, never-ending loop of orgasms. I collapse as I finally stop coming, bones turning to jelly.
I pull out, and Frost is already there, waiting.
He flips her over and puts her on her hands and knees. He grabs her hips, entering her from behind in one, slow stroke.
I bite my fist. This is so fucking hot.
He starts to fuck her with my come still inside of her. He rotates his hips, moving like a freaking snake or something.
Fiasca's head is buried in the mattress, but I hear her say, “Liquid hips.”
I snort. She's not wrong.
Frost slaps her ass, making her jerk underneath him. “Come for me, Killer.”
“Frost, God...” Fiasca can’t move, but I see her hips trying to frantically move with him. He strokes in deep, and she comes apart. “Frost—God, those fucking hips!”
He comes with her on a roar.
We all just breathe for a few minutes, coming down from the sex high. Fiasca is still planted in the same spot.
Frost utters, "Killer, I love you.”
“I love you too, Frosty. Can you let me up now?” Her muffled voice sounds from the mattress.
“Shit, sorry.”
Frost moves off her, giving her the opportunity to sit up. She grimaces as the proof of our little three-way runs out of her. I grab a shirt off my floor, handing it to her.
“Thanks.” She wipes between her legs, then gets up. “I need a shower, and an Advil, or something.”
Frost chuckles, and I just laugh again.
I smack her ass. “Go on, then.”