35. Maddison #2
My glassy eyes flick over to Ash, who still leans a few meters away on the bar, watching with heat in his eyes.
I've always wondered why he lets his men play with what's his, but now I know.
It's the ultimate control. Even though he's not touching me, he still has all of me.
He has me more than the men who have their hands on me.
What he says goes.
When he catches me looking at him, he smirks, wrapping his pillowy lips around the butt of a cigarette and inhaling deeply.
He blows it out, wafts of lazy smoke disappearing into the air as fingers roughly pinch my clit.
I jolt from the feeling, and another cock is shoved far down my throat.
Saliva drips out of me as I gag, my throat working around the cock in my mouth.
“The girl is fucking soaked,” an unfamiliar voice rasps behind me. Fingers pump in and out of me, and my skin feels like it's on fire. “Such a naughty little thing.”
I feel another hand snake down the front of my sleep shorts and another set of fingers work their way into me.
Two hands, working me in unison, stretching my pussy wide.
The man whose cock is inside my mouth fucks my face faster and faster.
His balls slap against my chin, his muscles rippling with the movement.
He's groaning and grunting, cursing above me, and it makes me clench on the men’s’ fingers inside of me.
I hear another man drop to his knees on my side, a warm mouth latches over my nipple, and I arch into it, chasing the feeling.
When his teeth nip at the hard peak, I scream, the sound muffled by the long erection working its way past my tongue.
Warm fingers dip down the back of my shorts until I feel the pressure of a fingertip against my back hole. Nervously, I clench against it, not sure if I'm ready for the intrusion, but it works its way inside, anyway. The familiar burn making my muscles tense around the finger.
“Loosen this tight little hole, baby. I want in,” a man demands from behind me, and I breathe through my nose, trying to do what he says. “Thatta girl,” he coos in my ear, his fingers sliding all the way in before pulling back out.
He works his finger in and out of me. The burn quickly turning into pleasure, and before I know it, my hips are swivelling back and forth, searching for all the fingers that are trying to get inside of me.
When a second finger is added to my asshole, I'm bucking wildly against them all.
Coils of pleasure spark up my spine and the need to come over takes any other thought; I'm pulled roughly from one cock and thrusted on to another.
My hands working cocks left to right. I feel men all over me, hands on my face, in my hair, around my neck, fingers gripping my nipples, my clit, inside of my pussy, fingers in my back hole, hands gripping my ass cheeks, fingers dancing down my spine and being tugged in all different directions.
Men working themselves as they grope my body.
And it feels fucking divine. I dance on their fingers, swallowing cocks as best as I can, trying to keep up... but I can't keep up.
Men surround me, and my vision dances in colourful spots. I need to come. I need to come. I need to come.
As fingers squeeze my clit painfully, I detonate, whimpering as my muscles lock up; the orgasm feels like it goes on forever.
My body spasming over and over, the fingers never slowing.
As I fall apart, I hear groans above me; hot ropes of cum spread over me.
First onto my tits, another guy jerking just to my left, his seed spraying over the side of my face.
I'm groaning around the fat tip of one of their cocks as my tongue coats in salty essence.
I feel warm cum, land on my back, on my ass, in my hair, on my lips, on my body.
It's so fucking dirty... so disgusting, but I come again on the fingers of the men that are not mine, while mine watches with a drink and a cigarette and a devilish smile. I come and come and come. My body is falling apart.
I could be screaming, but I can't be certain. All I can hear is the sound of my heart beating in my ears. They all finish all over me and make me finish on them.
And when my eyes finally find him, I see the man who is in control. The man who unravelled me without even laying a finger on me. I smirk, wanting to make him feel a fraction of what I’m feeling, and his eyes sparkle in response.
A dare.
I hear zippers and watch men tuck themselves back into their pants, but it all fades into the background. On trembling legs, I crawl to him. My man
He watches every movement, eyes sliding down my body to my swaying hips. I stop when his boots come into my vision and sit on my heels.
Taking another drag of his cigarette, he doesn’t move. Just watches. Just waits.
My hand itches to grip the erection I see tenting his pants, so I do, fingers wrapping around his thick length.
All he gives me is a fluttering of the muscle in his jaw. That’s fine, I’ve got more in me.
My fingers grip the hem of his pants, pulling them down slowly, while my eyes linger on his. The colour red lights up his black hair, forming a crimson halo over his looming form.
From down here, he looks larger than life. To me, he is.
His proud erection bobs in my face when I pull the fabric down far enough, pre-cum glistening on his tip. Soft dark hair curls at the base, and thick veins run up his cock, over my name inked on the base.
Angel.
Seeing it again gives me butterflies.
My fingertips run over the black ink, softly tracing the letters.
Looking up at him through my lashes, his throat bobs as he swallows another sip of his drink before setting it back on the bar. His grin is wicked, dimples popping in full force as he crosses his arms. The picture of casual.
My lips twist before they part, opening to suck on the fat tip of his cock, my tongue searching his slit for his taste. His eyes bore into mine, but before I can make him feel too good, I slide off him with a pop.
Those dark eyes narrow on me as I giggle. My head bows down, my tongue flattening against the soft flesh of his balls, before sucking one into my mouth. I’m toying with him. Playing with my food. And the way his muscles tense slightly brings me all the satisfaction in the world.
I go back to his cock, licking from base to tip, before sucking him back into my mouth. Now, I don’t go slow. I suck his length down my throat with everything I have, gagging around him as I fuck my own face on his dick, sucking and hollowing out my cheeks.
Tears stream down my face, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop.
He hisses through his teeth, his jaw falling open as he pants, pleasure glazing his eyes.
“Angel,” he breathes, finally uncrossing his arms. But he doesn’t touch me. He grips the bar behind him for dear life. “Fuck.”
My sight of him blurs through the tears as I add a hand, gripping the base of his cock. The sound is completely salacious, sucking and dribbling and gagging. I’m vaguely aware that I’m still covered in dozens of men’s cum, and it spurs me on.
Because I want his.
Ash’s head falls back, the column of his throat bobbing as his wild hair falls free off his face. Red light shrouds him as he curses to the heavens, coming completely undone.
For once, he looks wrecked. Completely unravelled. Nothing like the man who demands full control.
“Goddamnit baby,” he growls, but it’s strained now, his voice fractured. “You suck me so fucking good.”
I pull back just enough to make him look at me again. His eyes snap down, blown wide, pupils devouring that deep blue colour that I love so much. His chest rises hard and fast, his knuckles white from the grip he has on the bar behind him.
He’s falling apart.
So I smile a slow, knowing smile.
I drag my fingers up his stomach, nails grazing over muscle, over ink, feeling the tremor beneath his skin. He twitches at the slightest touch.
That does it.
His composure cracks.
A sound rips from him, half snarl, half groan, and suddenly he’s moving. His hand fists in my hair, anchoring his fingers tight.
My other hand slides up his chest, over his beating heart, which thrums wild and frantic. I press there gently. It’s racing.
“My Devil,” I whisper, for only him.
His head drops forward, breath sawing in and out of him in ragged puffs.
His fingers tighten in my hair, but there’s no viciousness in it now. Just need.
I continue to suck him, working him into the wreck is, until he growls.
“I’m gonna... I’m gonna come, Angel,” he grits through clenched teeth. “That perfect... fucking... mouth!”
He comes with a groan, filling my mouth with his cum. I swallow him down until I’m choking on it, pulling off him as his salty seed drips over my lips. I suck in deep breaths as I watch him do the same.
And then he falls to his knees in front of me, shaking hands gripping either side of my face. I feel the eyes of the other men on us. But he only looks at me, and I only look at him.
“My angel,” he breathes as his forehead falls against mine. The scent of alcohol and cigarettes makes me dizzy in the best of ways.“
The light to my darkness. The pleasure to my pain.”
The end...