48. Finishing Up
Chapter forty-eight
Finishing Up
Stanley
The air in the room tonight is electric to the point that every fiber of my being feels numb. I watch as Ed makes love to her, as she commands him on where to put his mouth, how to suck her dry.
“Let’s show you how much we want you.” I press my lips to her neck, not wanting to feel left out. Being ordered around might be Ed’s kink, but I prefer having a little more control myself.
Once I’ve lavished her neck with enough biting kisses, I trail my tongue across her clavicle and down to the soft curve of her breast. Drake’s already there, practically devouring her pillowy flesh with such fervor that the skin already looks bruised.
Drake, the harsh one, never really had the control to hold himself back.
But I prefer taking my sweet time to focus on every inch of her so that I can show her just how much I appreciate her. How much she means to me.
I lower myself down to her hip and kiss the underside of her breast, tracing circles around her nipple with my tongue while I gaze into her dark eyes. Her cheeks grow in heat when her eyes meet mine. She bites on the side of her knuckle, her entire body squirming as Ed continues to eat her out.
Without warning, she suddenly flips Ed onto his back with a quick and seamless swivel of her hips. Even I’m taken by surprise and barely get out of the way before she collides with me. The expert way in which she moves her body stirs a deeper heat in my loins.
Maybe Maria has some sixth sense because she wraps her lips perfectly around my length without hesitation.
Her tongue curls against my flesh, and my fingers tangle in her short hair, gripping tight but not so tight that it hurts.
A pleased hum erupts from her throat and vibrates down my cock; I can’t help but buck my hips into her mouth, forcing her lips to slide further up my length.
The pleasure intensifies when she pumps her hand in time with her mouth. I shut my eyes tight and focus on keeping my composure, afraid that I’ll come too soon, and this will all end.
A low groan erupts from Drake as she continues stroking him off with her free hand, his hips gyrating into her touch. His head is reared back, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
I mourn when her lips depart from my shaft and find a new purchase on Drake’s, taking him completely by surprise. Thankfully, Maria maintains her grip on me, her thumb tracing circles around the tip, teasing a small bead of pre-cum on the soft pink flesh to add some lubrication.
My mind goes blank with the overwhelming heat of the room, filled with deep, harsh moans that echo the ecstasy we’re all experiencing. One by one, we take our turns with her mouth, switching back and forth between me and Drake.
And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Maria whispers to Drake that she wants him inside her. From behind.
A new spark of lightning erupts in my brain, and a smile tugs on the corner of my mouth.
That means I get her all to myself.
We shift our bodies around so that I can perch myself up on some pillows as I lay flat on my back, my thighs spread in invitation. She smiles up at me as she props herself up on her hands on all fours, locks eyes with me, and whispers: “You’ll be next soon enough.”
My length disappears down her throat in rhythm with Drake’s thrusts behind her, his thighs slapping against the back of hers in a damp cacophony that forces her forward and deeper onto my cock.
I cup and massage one of her breasts as the pressure in my groin begins to build, watching her hair shift with each bob of her head on me.
I can’t remember a time I’ve ever felt this good.
Before I know it, her whole body shudders with an orgasm that steals her concentration. I pick up the slack for her, driving my length past her lips so that I don’t lose this momentum.
Ed leaves with a wide grin on his face as he palms his length, eager to have a go.
Realizing that there’s a new free spot—and taking her up on her offer—I shift into place and tease her entrance with the tip, primed and ready.
A shuddering note escapes her when I slip in, her folds slippery around me.
But her keening doesn’t last long before she’s going down on Edward next, standing on the bed next to me.
She squeals in surprise as I get my arms under her thighs and lift her from the bed, spreading her wide so that Drake and I can have better access to her. The new sounds coming out of her are more intense as we thrust deeper into her.
“I’m gonna come,” I whisper against the skin of her clavicle as my hips start working at a feverish pace, eager to reach that high before this becomes more torturous.
“Come inside me,” she whispers quickly, her eyes locked with mine as she continues to pump Ed’s girth.
That’s all the incentive I need before the heat radiates all the way up my spine and sends my senses spiraling into the beyond. My teeth catch the edge of her clavicle as fireworks go off behind my eyes, and every limb feels disconnected from my body.
When I can finally get past the dulling sensation that’s rooted itself in my forehead, I manage to catch sight of the small bruise I’ve left on her skin. A small pang of guilt fills me as I try to soothe it with kisses.
She looks at me with longing as Drake continues to ride her from behind, her breasts pressed against me. She wishes I could keep going, to continue pleasuring every inch of her body. For now, I have nothing left to give, my body spent of anything else.
I whisper, “Soon,” before kissing her once more and extracting myself from her, the sudden chill of the room’s air sending another shiver down my spine.
Even after, my shaft continues to shoot ribbons of cum onto the bed, the internal pressure continuing to build within me as the unexpected waves of pleasure start to die down.
I roll onto my back and continue to watch them, a little proud of the cum dripping from between her thighs.
Drake wraps a gentle hand around her throat, his fingers caressing the sides of her trachea.
Maria’s lips part as she struggles for air, her arms curling back to wrap around Drake’s neck, exposing her breasts fully to me.
The sight of it alone is enough to inspire another ripple of tingles down my thighs, but I know that an encore performance isn’t going to happen for a while.
Edward wastes no time taking my place, and Maria begins her joyful keening once more. I roll out of the way and head into the bathroom to wash myself off, as well as grab some washcloths to clean up the mess I’ve left behind.
By the time I return, she’s on all fours again, staring at me with hooded eyes as the pair continue to take her from behind. Her breasts bounce with each of their thrusts, her fingers curling into the fabric of the bedsheets and pulling them clean away from the mattress.
Impressed with the view, I grab the nearest chair and drag it to the foot of the bed, a few inches from her, so that she can see me watching her, drinking her in.
I perch one foot up on the seat so that I’m fully exposed to her, so that she can witness the effects her moaning and pleasure have on me.
I need her to know how much she turns me on.
A tired smile dances on her lips as she leans forward and traces her fingers up and down my length. My whole body twitches from being oversensitive, every nerve in my body misfiring at an uncomfortable rate. But I try my best to hide it, to grin and bear it so that she can have what she wants.
“You look like you’re having fun,” I say with a smile. Though I’m not hard, there’s some fun in seeing how she enjoys enticing my body.
“It’s not fun without you,” she grunts.
“Flattery will get you nowhere, Miss Bailey.” I lean in and give her a quick peck on the mouth.
She huffs a laugh.
“Nowhere is exactly where I want to be.”