CHAPTER 15 – TRIPLE TEAMED AND A SPECIAL MEATBALL #2
Bedroom. I don’t say it again, just pull Jack by the wrist, determined, ignoring the dishes, the wine, the evidence of our dinner.
I want him. I need to claim every inch of this man, to show him what he’s done to me.
I want him to see every feral, undomesticated impulse I’ve ever had and know that none of it is for show, not a performance, not a plea for attention, but something hot, animalistic, and totally for him.
Up the stairs. The house is quiet, but my breath is thunder in my ears.
I’m not self-conscious. Instead, I’m thrumming, alive, and prickling with energy I haven’t felt since the first time I ever cammed.
Only this is different, because there’s no stage, no lens, no paying audience.
Just him and me, and the headiness of anticipation.
Jack is half a step behind, probably thinking I’ll lose my nerve, but I don’t. I get to the bedroom, flip on the bedside lamp, and turn to face him, letting the silence settle between us. He’s expecting me to blush, or murmur, or giggle. But I don’t.
Instead, I reach for the buttons on his shirt and pop them, one by one, eyes fixed on his face.
There’s a scar on his collarbone I never noticed before—a little raised line, white against tan, the color of old milk.
I run my finger along it, a question, and he says, “Iraq. Stupid accident. You want the story?”
“Maybe later,” I murmur, pushing the shirt down his arms and letting it puddle on the floor. He smells like the kitchen—meat, spice, the barest hint of woodsmoke—and under it, clean male sweat.
I kiss the scar, then his neck, then the soft hollow under his jaw, feeling him tense as my teeth graze the stubble.
He’s huge, with heavy, defined pecs, and strong, and I could let myself be crushed under his body, but tonight I want something else.
I want to orchestrate, to build a symphony out of every craving and secret I’ve ever had.
Jack gets it, somehow. His hands hover at my waist, then fall away, letting me undress him, his muscles rippling with anticipation and restraint.
He lets me undo his belt, lets me palm his erection through the fabric of his pants, lets me push everything down and off and then just stand there, naked, waiting.
OMG, my man’s huge. I’ve been with him many times now, but I’m always awed by the sight of his massive cock.
It’s ten inches, thick and heavy, and hot in my palm.
I squeeze it, and he groans, throwing his head back.
“Sweetheart,” he says in a guttural voice. “Shit.”
Then he tries to touch me, but I push his hand away and say, “No. I want this to be about you, Jack.”
I strip off my own shirt, then skirt, then everything else.
I leave on only my black pumps, the ones with the ice-pick heels before jiggling my ivory tits at him.
My nipples are hard, my thighs trembling, but it’s not nerves.
It’s pure, volcanic desire, and my pussy moistens and swells before his gaze.
“Oh shit baby,” he mutters. “Oh shit shit shit, you’re making me leak.”
Sure enough, Jack sits on the edge of the bed, leaning back, cock hard and proud, and it’s dripping pre-come already.
A white bead forms at the tip before sliding down that massive length, and it’s everything I can do to not sink to my knees before him, running my tongue up the length to lap up his male goodness.
But tonight, I want more than that. I want to be consumed and to consume him in turn.
I go to the nightstand, open the drawer, and pull out a toy I bought last week.
Not the cute, pastel one I use on cam, but a big, black silicone beast that frankly, resembles a police baton.
I also grab a slim, glass plug—my favorite.
And lube, because I know what I want to do, and we’re going to need the extra liquid.
Jack watches, eyes widening, before a slow, wicked smile spreads across his face.
“Holy shit,” he says, voice low. “Baby, are you sure?”
I nod. “Yes, I want you to see me stuffed totally full, Jack. Airtight in all three orifices. Only for you.”
Then, I kneel in front of him, between his knees, and take his cock in my hand. I stroke it once, slow, then lean in and lick the tip, swirling my tongue around the head the way I know he likes.
“Unnnh,” he groans, leaning back. “Fuck.”
I make eye contact, then close my lips around the head and sink down, taking him deeper, letting my throat stretch around the width. He’s enormous, making the corners of my mouth ache, but I take pride in the way his hands clutch at the sheets, the way he groans and lets his head fall back.
“Fuck, you’re good at this Eliza,” he pants. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
I pull off with a pop, then lean up and kiss him, open-mouthed and messy, letting him taste himself on my tongue. I see the surprise on his face—he’s used to being in charge—but I can tell he likes this. I like it, too.
Then, I slide the glass plug up and down his cock, coating it in spit and pre-cum, then turn and kneel on the bed, ass toward him, knees spread wide. I push the plug against my ass, slow at first, then harder, until it pops inside. I moan, for real, the feeling sharp and sweet all at once.
“Ohhh,” I croon, eyes closed. “Oh god, it’s in my ass.”
Jack watches, breath coming faster.
“Yes, it is, sweetheart, and you look so good like this. Fuck fuck fuck.”
I smile sensuously, and then take the black dildo, coat it with lube, and line it up with my pussy, pushing in a little, then a little more, until I’m stretched around it, full and needy.
I rock back and forth, fucking myself on the toy, while the plug presses against something deep inside, the sensation electric.
“Ohhh!” I cry out, my head falling back as I’m stretched in both holes. “Oh oh oh!”
He can’t stay out of it forever. Jack reaches down, palms my ass, thumbs spreading my white cheeks wide so he can watch every motion. “Goddamn, Eliza,” he whispers, “you are fucking incredible.”
I look back at him, hair falling in my eyes, and say, “You think you can top this?”
He grins, wolfish, and slides off the bed, coming up behind me. He lines his cock up with my ass, next to the plug, and for a second just rubs the head against the tight ring, the pressure making me shake with need.
“You want it?” he says, his voice a growl. “Can you handle double anal, sweetheart? It’s not something most women can do.”
“I can do it, Daddy,” I whisper, and mean it. “Try me.”
He pushes in, slow at first, careful not to hurt me, and it’s not easy.
I’m small there, and already filled. But soon, he’s able to penetrate a bit, and then sink in, right next to the plug.
The stretch feels so good that I want to scream as I’m filled to the max because the sensation is unreal.
I’m taking two objects in my ass at once, and my eyes roll back as Jack starts to thrust, slow and deep.
“Oooh,” I moan headily. “Ooooh.”
“Fuck,” he bites out behind me. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. You’re a nasty little girl, Eliza. You have the kind of ass that can only be happy when it’s stretched full, don’t you?”
I can’t answer because I feel everything, every inch, every nerve ending. It’s almost too much, but I want more. I want it all.
I reach for the black dildo, pull it out, then shove it back into my cunt, matching Jack’s rhythm, using both hands to fuck myself as he fucks me from behind.
I grab a third toy—the one I use for cam shows, pink and sparkly and ridiculous—and push it into my mouth, gagging myself a little, because I know he loves the way I look, drool running down my chin, stuffed in every possible way.
Jack loses it at the depravity. He grabs my hair, wraps it around his fist, and fucks me harder, his pace rough and unrelenting, the sound of skin on skin loud in the room. I moan around the dildo in my mouth, spit flying, the world narrowing to just sensation.
“Mmmph,” I moan. “Mmmph!”
I come, hard, clenching down on the toys, my ass, my mouth, my pussy, every muscle in my body seizing as orgasm crashes through me. Jack follows, hips churning, and I feel the hot rush inside me, his breath moist on my neck as he holds me tight.
“Fuck!” he roars, forcing the plug in my ass out with his demanding thrusts. “Shit shit shit!”
“Mmmm!” I moan around the toy in my mouth as I’m claimed in all available orifices. “Mmmm!”
The wave crests again. Yes, Jack’s fucking me all the way to a second orgasm, and within seconds, I’m pushed over the edge once more.
“Mmm!” I scream. “Mmmm!”
This time, my pussy convulsions are so strong that the big black dildo is pushed out of my cunt. But Jack catches it at the last moment, and thrusts it back into my seeping pussy, even as he moves deeper into my ass.
“Fuuuuuck,” he moans. “Oh shit.”
We collapse onto the bed, a heap of limbs and sweat and gasping lungs. Holy cow, did that just happen? Did I just take a toy in every orifice, and Jack’s dick in my asshole too? Did I really do that?
For a while, there’s only the sound of our breathing, and the slow return to Earth because yes, I did. I’m that dirty girl, and I love it.
My man strokes my back, gentle now, his hands moving in slow circles.
“That was…” he starts, then laughs, out of words.
“Incredible?” I finish, suddenly shy.
He nods, still catching his breath. “Goddamn, Eliza. I’ve never seen a woman do that. I had no idea.”
I roll over, look him in the eyes. “I wanted to show you all of me. The real me. Not just the cam girl or the good daughter or the paralegal who never screws up, because the real Eliza is just as filthy and raw as the woman on screen. More so, even.”
Jack cups my cheek, thumb tracing my jaw. “And I love it. But you don’t have to perform for me, sweetheart. I love you exactly as you are.”
I believe him, and press a kiss to that bronzed throat as my heart swells.
“Thank you for accepting me as I am,” I murmur, my heart resting against his.
“Of course, baby girl,” he rasps.