32. Kallis #2
“Come on, you have to tell me you want more or I can’t give it to you.”
“That’s ridiculous; there’s nothing to stop you moving your hips.”
“Sorry, Bee, I don’t make the rules. Either you tell me how much you love my cock or we’re going to be here all night.”
“You just made that up!” I cry, seconds before he thrusts again, and I shout out at the force of him. His laughter beats around us as I descend into a whine. It’s all too much.
“I’ve got to keep talking to distract myself because, you know what? Bee, you’re so perfect that I’m going to come as soon as I taste you again. I already told you how I feel about you. And it’s even more intense now that your slick is soaking my cock.”
I moan, my head falling back against his shoulder. I’m too weak with pleasure. My body isn’t used to being this stimulated outside of my heat, and I don’t know the best plan of action.
“I want it,” I murmur, my gaze dipping to Mathan, whose cock is rigid again.
“What did you say?” Artie asks as he sweetly kisses my temple.
“I want it, Artie. Keep thrusting your cock against me.” I flush furiously, and I quickly lean forward, my hair sliding over my chest to hide my face.
I’m sure I hear Mathan and Orso moan, but my heart is beating too loudly to catch them.
My fingers dig into Mathan’s shoulders because I can’t believe that I’ve actually said those words out loud.
“Oh man,” Artie says, and I jump as he presses his cheek against my back like he had the last time. “Bee, you’re…”
“What is it? I thought you wanted to hear how much I liked your cock?” I ask.
There’s a strange squeak, and I worry he’s hurt himself, so I begin to turn, but he clutches my hips.
“Wait, no, don’t look at me!” Artie says hurriedly.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“I was trying to be cool and sexy because I wanted to impress you, but I’m simping so hard that I’m gonna start crying,” he groans as he nuzzles me. “You’re so amazing, Bee.”
“Do you like it when I say ‘cock’ Artie?” I ask, and he whimpers like he’s the one who’s lost control.
My confidence grows rapidly as I realize I suddenly have the upper hand.
I clench my thighs, and I’m rewarded with another squeak.
“So, if I say that I’m sure your cock will fill me more than Mathan’s fingers, would that make you feel better? ”
Artie’s moan is low and long, and he shudders as he keeps himself against my ass.
Despite my face flaming, just knowing that I can shake him up the same way he did with me makes me want to push him farther. I might not be able to do it with the same dramatic flair that he did, but I can be succinct, at least.
“Mathan, stroke your cock. I want to see you come again,” I say. My voice remains flat from the tension that comes from attempting to talk dirty, but it appears Mathan enjoys it, too.
“Of course,” he purrs. I want to kiss him again, but he’s too far away, so I settle for cupping his cheek as he did with me.
I take a risk, rolling my hips, moving my ass backward into Artie, grinding even harder. I don’t know if it will work, but any stimulation for his cock is probably good.
“Oh wow, it’s like you’re sitting on me. You could totally use me as a chair like you did with Mathan if you want.”
My legs are stiff, and pleasure has pushed me to the point where all I want to do is bend over and properly present myself so he really will fuck me.
I never imagined something like this in my future, but it doesn’t scare me as other unexpected situations do.
“Artie, Mathan,” I groan, wriggling between them both.
“Bee, do you like my cock? I feel like we’re the perfect fit. I can just slide between your pussy lips so easily,” Artie hums, despite how his movements have grown slow and erratic.
“I’d say we both have a mutual appreciation for this,” I reply. I roll my eyes at myself, because there is no attractive way I could have said that, but Artie still shudders.
“You’re cute,” he moans. “Bee, you’re so freaking cute. How can you be so cute and sexy at the same time?”
I gasp at a sharp sensation on my shoulder blade. There was a second of panic where I thought he might have bitten me, but my jacket slips off my shoulders. I have to guess that he’s removing it with his teeth.
I moan the second his tongue creases my spine, traveling upward. He alternates between licks and kisses, exploring each bump and ridge as he thrusts again.
My slick is so potent that I can taste my honey, and it’s obvious what comes next.
“Oh my God, Bee, are you going to come?” he gasps as he kisses my bare shoulder blade. “Are you close? I’m so excited. I want to feel your slick coating my cock right as you come.”
He changes tactics, wrapping his arms around my chest, hugging me tightly.
“I love you,” he says so loudly that I buck against him, shock flooding me.
I hadn’t expected him to say it again after I dismissed him the first time he told me.
Mathan and Orso’s heated gazes morph into surprise that he’s said it, so I assume he hadn’t informed them that he’d already told me how he felt.
“Artie, you—”
“I love you, Bee,” he groans as he thrusts so hard that the whole bench rocks back. There’s a second where it teeters on the edge before my weight and Mathan’s bring it slamming back down, sending me flying back into Artie. The impact thuds through me, and I’m amazed it didn’t knock him over.
I whine as I’m pushed closer to my orgasm. My pleasure grows instead of peaking, but I have to come if I’m going to hold back my heat.
“Artie, you don’t even—”
“Bee, I love you so much I’m going to explode.”
He whips his cock away, and I gasp as his hand flies from my chest to my pussy, rubbing my clit so rapidly that a cry tears from me. But he’s louder than me as his cock presses against my asscheeks, and his warm cum spreads over my tailbone.
His release is enough to set me off, and I turn to look at him.
But it’s Orso I see as my orgasm rips through me. Artie’s fingers speed up on my clit, Mathan sucks tenderly on my nipple, and Orso watches us like he’s in pain.
I stretch out my arm, silently reaching for him, and his eyes narrow as they fix on my left wrist and the ghost of his bite.
Pleasure and his presence are suddenly all I know as my body releases, and I’m drowning between them all.
But Orso’s eyes suddenly widen, fury whipping through him as he sprints toward us, and I jerk in surprise as Artie’s chest presses against my back.
“I love you, Bee,” he moans.
I can’t tell what’s happening. All I see is Orso trip, hear Artie’s yell, and I cry as I tumble forward into Mathan.
The bench slowly creaks under us.
Artie and Orso suddenly land on top of me, crushing me into Mathan, and the creak turns into a loud crack.
All of them shout as the bench gives way below us, and Mathan tumbles down.
His arms shoot out, catching me as Orso and Artie fall backward, trapped against the boards.
There’s a second of silence between us before Mathan and Artie burst out laughing, and I can’t help smiling along with them.
“Wonderful,” Orso says dryly as he pulls himself to his feet. “And who’s going to take credit for that?” He looks at the broken bench under us. It might take the weight of a whole team horizontally, but four bodies in one spot is too much.
Orso’s gaze is furious, though he offers Artie a hand, who looks up at him sheepishly.
I don’t understand why Orso did that, and why he ran like we were in danger, but now I’m layered in clover, wildflowers, and cut grass, and I feel like I’m living in a dream.
My pussy is so close to Mathan’s cock that all I’d have to do is lower my hips to cement my feelings. But coming has helped push away those first rumblings of my preheat and returned my rational thought, though I can’t say if it will last.
Mathan saves us from any badly timed conversations about love and our future by reaching to his left and grabbing something from the floor.
“We actually had another plan for you,” he says as he holds up a pair of white leather skates with a grin. “Do you want to try out the ice?”