~Chapter 27~
I need…I need…I need more. “Ple-ease.” I beg, whining petulantly while fisting his shirt. Well, as much as you can with one hand in a cast.
Danny’s smug ass smirk is so at odds with his normally playful personality. And,I am here for it.
“Whatever you want.” He grasps my neck and begins to lower me backwards across the surgical table. Blood still coats parts of my cast and dress but, for the most part, it was a clean, therapeutic session. This wasn’t about answers. It was simply blood for blood.
The bite of the cold steel skitters goosebumps across my body as it wars with my overheated flesh. Danny deftly drops his pants and his cock springs free. He’s not as long as Stu, thank God, but he’s got girth for days. Pair that with his pubic cross and a forking dydoe… Cheese and rice!
He wraps his long fingers around the base and begins pumping leisurely. My eyes are glued to his tip as a pearly white bead forms and begins to drop down; disappearing past my view.
“You ready for me?” His voice is husky and possessive.
Dark and delicious.
My pussy clamps down on nothing, causing me to whine as I nod my head vigorously.
“Ok. But, here’s the rules.”
“Rules?” I squeak out in surprise, snapping my eyes back to meet his.
“Yes, Flower, rules. There are only three. One: You can watch Even but not until I am all the way in. Before that, you’re going to keep your eyes on me. I want to watch everything you’re feeling through your eyes.”
My eyes flutter. Intimacy is so foreign to me. And, quite frankly, terrifying.
Nodding, I quickly give myself a pep talk.
You can do this Bea. It’s okay. They’ve proven, so far, that I can trust them. He was nervous to bring me in here, to share with me. I can do this for him. I can.
OK.
Nodding again, I open my eyes and swallow heavily. “Ok.”
I’m rewarded with a sweet kiss and his tip nudging my entrance.
“Number two: If at any point you want to stop, just say so. This isn’t a scene, so you don’t need a safeword but, just in case, feel free to stop it. No hurt feelings. No further expectations. Deal?”
I nod fervently and smile wide at this caring, sweet, amazing man.
“Good girl.” As soon as he says that, his tip breaches my entrance and I gasp in shock. The stretch is a beautiful edge of pain and pleasure but, at the moment, I have to breathe through the pain part. Holy forkballs it’s wide.
He grits his teeth and shakes with, what I hope is, difficulty holding off on slamming into me.
“Good, good.” He chokes out.
After a few deep breaths, his nostrils flare and he focuses his hazy gaze on mine. “Number three: Keep your hands above your head. I want to watch those titties bounce as I fuck you into this table.”
“Oh God!” I scream as our gazes lock. He slams balls deep into me just as I raise my arms. I have no choice but to leave the casted one straight. But, the other arm bends and my hand grabs hold of the tray behind my head.
And then…
He fucks me like he’s trying to personally imprint his dick into a molded fitting of my vagina.
I can feel his dydoe hitting my g-spot with every thrust. I sort of feel the pubic cross but, not as much as the dydoe. That's normal for me, though. My clit loves to play hide and seek and she’s a moody bitch.
Once I have that thought, he moves both of his hands, rests them on my thighs, and opens me wider. The new stretch causes his pubic cross to hit my clit with every thrust and I see the whole damn galaxy.
An orgasm rushes through me, forcing my toes to throw gang signs.
Danny pummels me through the remaining waves and I crash back to shore; sweating, but not sated.
Oh, no…I’m ravenous.
“More,” I whisper. “Please, Danny. More.” I don’t know what I’m asking for. This is freakin’ incredible but, I don’t want this to end. Not yet.
“Good girl. How about we have Even fill that pretty mouth of yours?” My eyes widen as I remember Even’s been watching us this whole time.
Feeling a wave of nervousness, I turn toward Even and find his face tinged with blush. His palm roughly jerks his cock as he watches the spot where Danny and I are connected.
“Crackerballs. That’s hot.”
I didn’t mean to say it out aloud but, when his eyes snap to mine, I see his feral smile grow. And holy cannoli, it’s hotter than him watching us.
“Love, please come give Bea something to do with her mouth, will ya?” Danny grits out.
As Even steps forward, he whips off his shirt and tosses it on the ground. His muscles glisten with sweat, dripping down the lines in patterns that I would love to trace with my tongue.
A growly chuckle erupts from him and he bends down to meet my eyes. “Maybe next time. Now, be a good girl and take my cock while my boyfriend fucks your cunt.”
My eyes roll in the back of my head at his dirty words. When I moan, his cock appears at my mouth. I eagerly lap up the sticky pre-cum dripping from his magic cross piercing, before sucking it into my mouth. He growls and thrusts deep into my mouth, causing me to gag horrifically.
Withdrawing immediately, he starts to apologize. But I stop him by reaching out my arm and digging my fingers into his taut ass; forcing him back into my mouth.
And, then, they set a brutal pace.
Even quickly learns that I have an awful gag reflex and is careful while thrusting into me; ensuring that his cock doesn’t make my puke.
Been there, done that, not wanting a repeat performance.
Danny’s cock hits every nerve inside, and outside, of me while Even thrusts eagerly into my hollowed-out mouth.
I don’t use any fancy moves. I just suck and suck and suck.
My core tightens and I flush in embarrassment as I hear the squelching sounds coming from my mouth and pussy. My body is overwhelmed with sensations as Danny begins grunting with each thrust.
Even murmurs, coos really, sweet words but I can't process them because Danny slams into me one final time with a roar, rotating his hips so his pubic cross rubs in circles around and on my clit. Forget flowers.
He’s the flower.
I’m the flower.
We’re all forking flowers!
My scream echoes around the dungeon as I clamp down on Danny’s fat cock, milking him for all he’s worth. At the same time, Even empties himself into me and I greedily, although hazily, suck down every dang drop.
A cold wet cloth wipes away the mess of Danny and my combined releases, jolting me out of my post-orgasm bliss.
Danny chuckles as a bottle of water with a straw sticking out suddenly appears in front of my face. My eyes are bleary as I blink away the tears that I wasn’t aware I released.
“Drink, Baby Girl.” Even firmly commands. I don’t even second-guess it. I obey immediately, swallowing half a dozen gulps before releasing the straw and thumping my head against the table beneath me.
If this is what it’s like to be in a shared relationship, sign me up.