Chapter 11 #2
He readjusts his frame to recline back on the pillows and drags her with him, so that she straddles his torso. In only a tiny thong, heavy tits bouncing as she braces herself with palms flat against his strong chest, that’s an image well and truly embedded in my brain.
“How kinky are we talking?” His voice is thick with desire.
Color flushes those pouty lips and sits high on the apple of Mia’s cheeks. As he reaches up to cup each breast in a big palm, he thumbs her nipples and she damn near vibrates with pleasure. Those long, sooty eyelashes of hers droop heavily as he plucks and strums over the tightly furled buds.
“It’s probably tame…” She gasps as I come up behind her and position myself so that I can roam my hands over the soft swell of her hips. “It’ll sound boring, I’m sure.”
“With you in this bed?” I press my mouth to the side of her neck, feeling the hitch in her drumming pulse beneath my tongue. “There’s nothing you could say that would sound anything remotely boring.”
Henri keeps teasing her nipple with one hand and slides the other down to push aside the tiny scrap of fabric. “Do you like the idea of all three of us being together at the same time?”
Mia whimpers softly as his fingers seek out and begin strumming her clit. A nod is followed by a breathless agreement. Yes.
“Does that turn you on, ma petite chérie?”
“Oh god… yes. More.”
Henri takes over, doing that thing he’s so goddamn good at. Checking in when it’s disguised as a question. It’s insanely fucking hot how he manages to check for her consent while keeping everything feeling like it’s just one long game of foreplay.
Do you like it when he’s kissing you?
Does it feel good when he watches while I play with you like this?
Do you like it when I kiss you right here… when I put my mouth on your aching pussy?
With each question, each option presented, Mia responds like an absolute dream.
She would be well within her rights to have questions or concerns; we’re nothing but strangers after all.
She’s never been with two men at once. I don’t want to do anything she might not enjoy, and I’m painfully aware of just how big I am compared to her tiny stature.
I don’t want to accidentally hurt her.
Henri drags his fingers, covered in her arousal, up her stomach, leaving a wet sheen across her skin, before bringing them to her mouth. Our good girl doesn’t even hesitate; she opens and allows him to push onto her tongue and let her taste herself there.
“The sweetest pussy, ready to be stretched and filled, hmm?” He devours the sight of her, with that perfect mouth sucking on his tattooed fingers. “Would it feel good to have me in your mouth? Would you like something else to suck on since you’re so very skilled with that little tongue of yours?”
Mia lets out a muffled whine of pure relief, followed by an enthusiastic nod.
We’re all moving, perfectly in sync. Urgency siphons every molecule of air out of the room.
The temperature skyrockets as we give in and let the wave of need take control.
The perfect girl in front of me claws at Henri’s waistband, dragging his boxer briefs down to let his fat cock bob up against his lower stomach.
As she scoots backward and pulls her hair to one side, she takes him in one tiny fist and gives a tentative flick of her tongue over his leaking tip. I feel that sensation thud in my balls, the imagining of what her mouth would feel like doing that to me is so damn overpowering.
Clearly, it almost unravels him just as easily. His cock jerks in her hold, and he lets out a low grunt, swearing in French.
“Is that okay?” she asks, gazing up at him with the broad crown of him poised at the entrance to her hot little mouth. Mia offers a flutter of her eyelashes while leaning down to kiss the head of his cock, and goddamn, this girl is better at any of this than she believes herself to be.
“Mmmfffuck. You might kill a man, teasing like that.” I tell her, taking the opportunity to rid myself of my jeans and briefs. “You might kill us both with how sexy you look right now, swallowing him down.”
Mia clearly takes that as a challenge. Bobbing up and down on Henri’s dick until she’s a mess of saliva and sloppy little desperate hums around his veiny length.
I kneel behind her, stroking her spine, gliding my touch over her thighs and hips.
It’s the hottest fucking sight to behold.
She reduces Henri to a series of deep grunts and murmured praise in French, as if he’s forgotten how to speak English entirely.
Those adoring words flow freely as his fingers wrap the base of his cock where she struggles to take all of him at this angle.
She backs her ass up against me, feeling my erection rub against her soft, perfect ass cheeks, and pops off his length with a wet noise. Her panting breaths fill the room, but she does it again, and again, rolling her hips to grind against me while letting out a series of whimpers.
Jesus Christ. I thought I was in danger while watching her suck Henri? The way my dick looks sliding between her cheeks might be the actual death of me. All I can do is hold the globes of her ass and stare as she pushes back and arches her spine, and holy fuck, heat surges through my groin.
“You’re a fucking dream, sweet girl.” Henri strokes her cheek and swipes away some of the drool coating her chin. “What do you need? Would you like our cowboy to take care of you?”
“Please.” She says it in the most innocent little voice possible. Her throaty plea has my dick pulsing in response.
“You two are both so very good. Such perfect manners, hmm.” Henri tilts her chin to look at him, making sure she hears his low demand. “Tell us if it gets too much, okay? All you need to do is say, or tap my thigh.”
Mia nods, then turns to give me the kind of sultry goddamn look over one shoulder to have me torn between simply thrusting inside her right to the hilt, fucking roughly until sunrise, or treating her like a precious fucking jewel.
I hesitate.
She whimpers.
Henri swipes his thumb over her puffy bottom lip. “Our big guy is worried you don’t want it like this.”
He’s right. Of course he fucking is. As much as I’m in agony to fist my cock and push forward—to know exactly how heavenly it feels to bury myself in that slick, tight pussy of hers—I am worried.
Some women find this position too degrading.
They crave the intimacy of missionary. They might fantasize about being shared, but when the moment comes, it’s a different story.
What we’re about to do—what we’re already halfway to doing here—involves a whole different level of trust. Something I’m so unbelievably eager to earn from this girl.
Mia hums, licks her lips. “Will you fuck me in other positions later?” She says it with the sweetest little voice, all innocence and fluttering eyelashes.
“I intend on having you in every goddamn position possible,” I swear it like an oath.
“Then please. It aches. I need you inside me.”
“Jesus. Mia. You’re a goddamn dream.” My words are raw need, sex, carnal urgency. Fisting my dick in one hand, with the other, I tug her panties aside, revealing her dripping, swollen core. A place I will insatiably suck and lick and fill all night long.
The second my tip fits inside her, I feel lightheaded.
She’s so unbelievably wet, so warm and velvety, and it doesn’t matter how ready we’ve tried to make her; she’s the tightest thing.
I’m fighting for every breath as I work my way inside, pushing forward gradually with pulses of my hips and soft words of praise.
Mia moans and whines with Henri in her mouth, her body slowly melting into the pleasure. Her walls ripple and flutter around me as I work deeper, deeper, gritting my teeth until I finally sheath myself.
“Look at the two of you. Holy fucking Christ.” Henri rasps, breathing hard through his nose. He’s struggling just as much as I am. “Fuck our girl, nice and deep, mon big. She deserves every inch of that big fucking thick cock of yours.”
Drawing back, right to the tip, I damn near erupt that instant.
Her channel grips me hard, and I descend into a rhythm of pumping in and out.
Chasing that sensation faster and faster.
My hips slam against her ass, slick wet sounds fill the room, and it’s better than I ever could have dreamed between the three of us.
“Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.” Mia’s whines grow desperate, muffled by Henri’s dick in the back of her throat. Each of those hums wrecks me, as her cunt clenches in rhythm with my deep thrusts. It’s like she’s trying to keep me inside, and I’m reduced to grunts and ragged gasps.
“Can I come inside you? Please—god—sweet fuck, Mia.” My jaw clenches.
Everything goes tight and hot, and I’m about to explode.
“Mia—” I warn. I plead. I shove deep. She needs to tell me right fucking now.
She pops off Henri’s length with a moan, spit trailing between his tip and her mouth, words garbled. “Mmmfffuck. Yes. Oh god. Come inside me. Oh god, I’m coming.”
Her cunt spasms, dragging me under at the same time her climax hits.
With a raw groan, a primal sort of fucking noise from somewhere deep in my abdomen, I slam home.
Again and again. That familiar zap of heat is more intense than ever, racing straight down my spine, until the pressure surges through my groin.
My cock fills her, jerking and pulsing so hard my vision goes blank at the same time. Keeping her sealed tight against me with greedy fingers holding her hips in place, I paint her inner walls with my cum.
I slow my thrusts, not yet ready to give up the incredible feeling of her rippling around me. Absolutely not fucking ready to pull out, because the slickness and filthy goddamn sensation of her pumped full of my seed is turning my world on its head.
But I know this isn’t just about me. The intensity of Henri’s gaze—the fact that he’s lasered in on my heaving chest and the way my throat works to swallow, to try and catch my breath—leaves me more than a little upended.
When I look at him, there is only pure lust and desire raging like a bonfire behind his expression.
“Come change places with me. Lie here,” he rasps, starting to move. “I need to see just how sloppy you left our girl.” Everything about him is sex and control.
He murmurs a little praise to Mia, swooping down to give her a kiss, then leans over to do the same for me. We each get a side of Henri. Hers is soft, adoring. Mine is biting, rough. We’re both left going out of our heads.
I follow his instructions. Crawling up the bed, my heart pumping like a racehorse, I drag Mia with me.
Pulling her forward to lie across my chest, she remains on her knees, ass in the air, but allows her top half to slump over me.
As she lays her head over my skin, both her forehead and my torso damp with sweat, she contentedly nuzzles into me without hesitation.
The sweetest gift on the planet, who enjoys clinging to me after damn well squeezing me like a fist? Yeah, I’m just as clingy in return.
“That felt incredible.” Her warm lips are wet as they brush against my torso. The breathy edge to her voice reaches down between us and tugs on my cock.
“Does this sweet little pussy need more?” Henri says from behind her.
Now knelt in the position where I was only a moment ago.
Except, he’s not doing anything more than roaming his palms over her exposed ass.
He’s sitting back to appreciate the sight of her.
Every flushed, swollen, intimate part of Mia is on display, and his eyes tell the story of just how ravenous that depraved sight makes him.
I feel the moment her pulse hitches, as her breathing starts to quicken, with little shallow puffs of warm air caressing my stomach. Her lashes might be heavy, drifting against her flushed cheeks, but Mia hums out a little moan, arching her spine in order to give him more of a show.
Fuck me.
Henri grits out another string of curses in French. I know enough to understand most of what he says, but there’s no translation required at all in a time like this. He’s losing his mind at the sight of her pussy leaking my cum.
I keep roaming my hands over every part of Mia I can reach. Gliding affectionate touches across her soft skin, stroking her hair, kneading her shoulder joints. Beneath my heavy calloused palms, the contrast of how warm and soft she is sends a shudder along my body.
Mia starts to nudge her nose against my stomach, writhing against me.
Henri chuckles darkly as he watches the two of us start to get hot and heavy again. “Just give him a minute, beautiful, he’ll be ready for more.”
“Wh—What?” She tilts her lust-blown gaze to meet mine, staring up at me from behind those thick lashes.
At her back, I see the look of unfiltered need in Henri’s eyes as he grabs a handful of her ass, parting her cheeks, and chuckles. “A Christmas gift you get to enjoy as many times as you like, sweet Mia. Our boy here has almost no refractory period.”