Chapter Eighteen #4
My body was pulled up to sitting. Again, the plug shifted.
A spasm shot through my pussy, making me gasp.
My wrists were loosed and my hands placed on Kid’s loin cloth.
The blindfold remained in place. His upper body heat reached out to me.
He smelled sweet, but unnatural, as though someone had covered him in something scented. I preferred the way Caleb smelled.
I moved one hand around to feel Kid’s position.
His knees stuck out in front; his buttocks sat on his ankles.
I slid my hand down his muscled arm to find his wrists had been tied behind his back.
My fingers traced his chest and released the clamps from his nipples, tossing them away. His heavy exhale moistened my face.
So, this is what I’m supposed to do? Perform?!?
I was apprehensive in the extreme. I had only done this twice before, and only with Caleb. I couldn’t believe he was going to let me do this – make me do this. I could feel my lip tremble. I could feel the tears waiting in my throat, but then I thought about Caleb and his night with Celia.
I remembered my jealousy and my rage. I wanted Caleb to feel those things.
I wanted him to watch me give to someone else what I felt in my heart had been reserved only for him.
If he cared for me at all, I knew this was a sure way to find out.
I took several deep breaths and prepared myself for what I was about to do.
“I guess you do want revenge,” Ruthless Me whispered.
You bet your sweet ass, I do.
Kid’s chest pounded beneath my trembling right hand.
His hardness throbbed against my left palm.
I slid my legs underneath me and raised my upper body to meet his.
I pressed my breasts against his chest and his breath caught.
My left palm felt a shift, a thickening, his cock barely contained.
I licked his chest, his nipples, as far up as I could reach on his neck, until he bent down to me.
Our lips touched ever so gently. The taste and smell of me lingered in his mouth as his tongue slid between my lips. I shuddered, and he pressed his chest harder into mine, our lips taking in each other.
We were only kissing for a few seconds before my head was snapped back by my hair and Caleb’s voice filled my head in a growl against my ear. “No kissing on the lips.” He pinched my buttocks so hard I couldn’t help but cry out.
I jerked into Kid and nearly tipped us both over.
Kid’s strength steadied me. I paused, resting against him, before I slowly resumed kissing him.
I let my mouth travel along his chest, shoulders, arms, and nipples before making my way up to his neck.
I felt him bending his head down toward me, and I pushed him back with both hands against his chest.
The kissing show is over, buddy!
Kid’s hips rutted against mine, his loin cloth totally deformed.
My arms went around his waist, my fingers followed the thong of the loin cloth, and my breasts molded against his belly.
It tied in the back, which only took seconds for me to untie.
The thong immediately opened and released his penned-up cock.
My hands felt its throbbing length and width.
His balls rested against the pouch of the loin cloth. I carefully pulled the cloth away.
We froze. Am I really going to do this? I couldn’t believe how far I’d come.
Over the course of a few months, I had gone from being afraid of sex to performing a sexual act with a stranger in front of an entire room of derelicts.
Kid groaned and pressed his warm cock against my hand in a wordless plea for me to set him free from his sexual purgatory. How well I knew the feeling.
Kid sucked in his breath when I kissed the tip of his cock.
He tasted different than Caleb, but it probably had more to do with the fact he had been prepared.
He tasted sweet, as if someone had covered him in some sort of spicy cinnamon concoction.
It wasn’t unpleasant. I spread a bead of precome with my lips and tongue, and he became both salty and sweet in my mouth.
As I slid my tongue down the length of him, Kid’s body shuddered.
He let out a deep breath and moaned. His hips rocked toward my mouth.
Is this what you want, Caleb? I hope you’re watching, you son of a bitch. I want you breathless with want. I want you to see how I please a man. Will that make you want me?
The blindfold made it easy for me to imagine Caleb in Kid’s place. I imagined hearing his ragged breath in my ears, his body trembling with desire and need for me. My body responded, my beaded nipples yearned for attention, and my sex pulsed to the rhythm of Kid’s thrusting hips.
My lips surrounded the head of Kid’s cock, and my tongue played with both the underside of its rim and the slit at the top.
Kid panted heavily, his hips thrusting harder, until his cock slid further into my mouth and my tongue touched it everywhere.
His body stiffened, his breath sucked in, and so did the breath of the room.
For a moment, time suspended. Then, he moaned.
I made my move. I squeezed my fingers around his cock low and pumped him in time with my mouth, drawing him in and out.
He gasped, and I heard hands kneading and rubbing his chest. He thrust into my mouth faster.
My mouth sucked, my tongue stroked, and my pussy screamed for its own release.
My hips gyrated against the air, until someone splayed my legs apart and slid a hand through the back of my thighs, squeezing my nether lips.
It stopped me for a nanosecond, until a couple fingers found my clit and began rubbing.
My hips thrust to match Kid’s. His cock pulsed; he thrust a final time and spilled into my mouth.
I milked him dry as waves of heat spun through me.
A palm pressed against my ass, shifting the plug, and I screamed with my lips still around Kid’s cock.
The wretched fingers continued rubbing my swollen clit.
Oh god, Caleb! Yes. Please, keep going.
Wave after wave of sensation touched every part of my body, but Caleb’s fingers on my clit and his palm against my ass were relentless.
My body heated up again, as did Kid’s. He heard me, felt my tongue, my breath, and my moans of ecstasy against his still-throbbing cock.
His hips thrust a little more, and I squeezed and sucked a little more, imagining Caleb in front of me – as well as behind.
Kid moved his cock in and out of my mouth. I could barely hold it with my hands, he moved so fast and rough.
I rocked against Caleb’s hand, matching Kid’s rhythm. My breath came quick and hard. I was barely able to breathe, but I didn’t care. My mouth was full. My ass was full. My clit was ready to explode. Caleb’s fingers were skilled. They knew my pussy. I came in a fit of tears.