Chapter 32 #2
The muscles in my abdomen contracted as I shifted on the seat, feeling the rope tight around my chest and shoulders, bound tight around my wrists behind the chair.
Dakota wasn’t saying anything to refuse him, but her body language was hesitant.
“You can do it,” Micah said. “You’re so good at fucking me, baby girl. Show him.”
I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to continue mentioning me or stop mentioning me. Neither way was enjoyable. My dick was leaking precum, soaking the stretched-thin cotton, making it cling to the hard shape of me.
Dakota positioned herself over Micah’s dick on her knees, then reached down to guide him back inside her.
“There you go,” he praised.
A soft whine escaped her as she sank all the way down, bending forward when she took him deep. I stared at her stomach, envisioning how far Micah’s dick was stuffed inside of her body, sweat starting to drip down my spine.
All I could do was stare. Stare at the view he was torturing me with.
I shallowly rocked my hips back and forth again, grinding against the seat of the chair. Anything to drip sensation over my miserable cock.
Dakota leaned forward a bit, then slowly began to tilt her hips, sliding up and down his length, slicking his cock with her dripping arousal. And I could see it so well. Fucking all of it.
Her swollen pussy gripping him, his thick cock spreading her. The perfect softness of Dakota’s ass as she rolled her body, waist curving, hair brushing her hips. Micah’s testicles, drawn up tight and full of cum.
I wanted to see more. The detailed press of his fingers into her skin, the threatening scrape of his teeth over her pulse, the soles of her feet, his ass and the backs of his thighs…
I missed having Micah laid out below me, sweating and bucking, his cock leaking on his abs, my cock buried inside him…
And as miserable as I felt, I almost wanted to be more miserable. I wanted to be closer. I wanted to watch him sliding in and out of her from such a short distance that I could lick either one of them. Lick both of them. Feel their intercourse on my tongue.
Dakota started moving faster, riding him for real, and I couldn’t look away. I just stared at the place where they were connected, my stiff length rubbing on my boxers every time I shifted.
Micah’s perfect fucking cock and Dakota’s perfect fucking cunt.
The two people I wanted most in the world having disgusting, filthy sex with each other.
She looked so small in his lap, his hands wrapping most of the way around her waist. I thought about how deep his big cock was inside of that little body, how tight she must’ve felt squeezing him.
I felt almost delirious with how badly I needed release.
As much as I despised Micah, he was no less attractive to me.
He had his mouth all over her tits as she started grinding down on him instead, rocking back and forth as he bit marks into her breasts and kissed her nipples. Her moans were breathy and needy and torturous for me to hear knowing I wasn’t the one causing them.
After a minute, Micah was guiding her off his lap, onto her feet.
Shit.
Micah walked her over in my direction, his eyes finally finding mine again for the first time since this whole thing began. I knew how wrecked I looked. Sweating and worked up and hard. But his gaze wasn’t so guarded that I couldn’t see the way this affected him, too.
He was swimming in his lust, same as me.
Yeah, he wanted to punish me by making me watch. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying my eyes on him.
His gaze slid back to Dakota’s body in between us.
He bent her forward, guiding her to brace her hands on my shoulders, then grabbed her hips and lined himself up with her entrance, groaning as he slid in.
Then he started to fuck her, just like that.
“Micah,” I warned, pointlessly.
I felt every thrust with the way her palms pressed against my chest, her nails digging into my skin.
“Mason.” A taunt.
Dakota’s tits bounced every time Micah rocked his hips forward, slamming his dick inside of her.
I wanted to die. I wanted to come. My cock was so agonizingly hard, the cotton of my underwear stretched so thin and damp, that I thought my skin might be visible through the material if I were to look down.
I wanted to come more than I’d ever wanted to come before.
My mind was entirely singular.
Full of explicit visuals.
My erection jerked every time Micah’s hips snapped, my frenulum chafing on the fabric. I was panting like a bitch.
Dakota’s eyes met mine, her eyebrows desperately slanted together, her soft lips parted on a moan as Micah thrust in deep and hard one last time. He groaned as he came, spilling his load inside her while I could do nothing but watch. His chest was heaving, sweat slick all over his skin.
He ran a rough hand through his hair, pushing it off his forehead, then gave a few more shallow pumps before pulling out, his dick glistening. My eyes flicked downward and I caught sight of the slow trickle of liquid down Dakota’s inner thighs.
Micah’s cum.
He stood her up and she looked so fucking gorgeous like this. Cheeks flushed, hickeys on her tits, tangled hair, my ex’s cum dripping down her thighs. Freshly fucked.
And I was still dying with the need for release.
My balls throbbed and ached, pulling up tight, my dick harder than ever.
“How you like getting cucked?” Micah asked, sifting his fingers through his messy hair, bicep flexing.
I didn’t respond.
His eyes flicked down my body to where my cock was straining obscenely against the fabric of my boxers, the waistband barely gapping off my stomach, the large wet spot of precum easily visible.
He reached down and hooked his fingers in the elastic waist, then tugged it down, my erection springing free, bobbing up against my abdomen. I sucked in a breath, the rope digging into my wrists, taut across my chest.
“Seems like you liked it,” Micah commented, appraising my aroused state. “Maybe even more than I liked doing it to you.”
He leaned over me, then let a string of saliva drip out of his mouth. It landed right on my neglected dick, trickling down towards my balls. I suppressed my shiver.
“Lick that up, Masters,” he instructed.
Dakota got on her knees and did exactly what he’d told her to do, her wet tongue licking a hot path over my balls and up my shaft, collecting Micah’s spit.
A groan rumbled in my chest.
“Suck him now,” he said.
She didn’t hesitate.
Her lips closed over the head of my cock, soft and warm, then she lowered her head, moaning quietly. After being so violently hard for so long, the relief of being inside her mouth was unreal. I was about to come after two seconds.
Micah helped her, pushing her head down until she gagged, then he stood to his full height and glared directly at my face.
He stared deep into my eyes, and it took all my willpower not to look down at his dick right in line with my head. If Dakota wasn’t here, it might’ve already been shoved down my throat.
God, I wanted it.
He would taste like her.
Blood surged to my groin, my balls drawing up even tighter. I was going to come.