Chapter 34 #2
“Spence?” I walk up to him, drop to my knees, and push his legs apart so I can scoot in, leaving my palms spread on his thighs. “This is your canvas, Doc. You paint the scenes and we follow your visions.”
Spencer’s gaze is on me, assessing and serious, like he’s taking this question to heart and making sure he’s giving a full answer.
Then he shifts his sights to Parker, who hasn’t moved from her position.
We’re both waiting on bated breath, hoping we’ll get a clear vision of how this is going to work.
Our doc is gay, he’s not interested in Parker’s body, we know this, but we all crave the emotional connection even if they’re not physically into each other the way they are with me.
But here’s the catch, I don’t want to be the center of this relationship, I want to spoil them both with my attention. In my head, I’m fucking one while someone’s touching the other and I just hope there’s a place for that connection.
“Red light for me is any sexual act with Parker.” His voice softens and his eyes fill with regret. “No offense.”
“None taken, Spenny. All of this”—she looks down at herself and grins—“isn’t your thing. I respect that.”
“I’m not sure about the watching, yet. I’d yellow that light, I guess?
Although, I do trust you both and I do feel safe with you, so maybe it would be okay.
I don’t know.” This time as he speaks, his eyes are searching mine, maybe for an answer, maybe for reassurance.
I’m not sure, but I do know that he needs honesty.
“Hey…” I lean in, my hands moving from his thighs to his cheeks, and I bring his mouth to mine, tasting him with the tip of my tongue just so I can feel his body relax. “When you’re feeling it, we can give it a try, and if it’s too much, then we’ll figure it out.
“Yeah, okay. I don’t mind us being in the same room or even on the same bed.
I just don’t know about the scrutiny, you know?
The voyeurism kink of it. Maybe we can try that later?
” I nod because his request is sincere and his curiosity isn’t dead or swept under the rug.
He’s giving us options and I’m eating them up.
“Parker, you good with being on the same bed without staring at our cocks while we fuck each other?” I’m purposely using crass language because I’m hard and I need them to get into the mood. All this talk is making my dick ache with my need to be inside them.
“I’ll be a good girl.” She places her hand over her eyes but keeps two fingers wide apart so she can see, completely showing her cards. She won't be a voyeur, but she will peek.
“I don’t mind you looking, Parker, I just don’t know about it being the main focus of the scene, I guess? Like, your kink being my sexual preference? I don’t know if I’m making any sense.” He’s making perfect sense and we both get it.
“Yes, it’s clear and we accept, right, Stabby?” I grin up at Parker, whose smile is wide and free, just like her.
“I can look but not fixate, sounds fucking awesome to me.” Then she jumps up from the bed and joins us. Us on our knees and Spence sitting on the chair. “Just so you know, I don’t mind you watching unless all my girly bits ick you out.”
“Honestly, I think the female body is beautiful, but it does absolutely nothing for me. That being said, I think I might actually like watching Gri—Diego go feral. Be able to see how he looks and imagine him doing it to me.” Fuck, every one of his words is making my blood heat and my mind fog with images of sweaty bodies and cum-stained sheets.
“Enough talk. I need to fuck.” I’m losing my mind just thinking about it.
“Wait, what about you?” Spencer frowns like he’s truly worried that I’d have any red lights.
“Babe, I wish I had two dicks so I could fuck you both at the same time. Red isn’t in my vocabulary.”
“I mean, dildos, right?”
“That’s what toys are for.”
They both answer at the same time and the fact that Spencer is even thinking of toys and seems okay with it is taking my mental porn to a whole new level of depravity. Gentle, of course. I don’t want to scare him…yet.
Pulling Spence back to me, I give him a hard, aggressive, and hot-as-fuck kiss, lingering just enough to trap to his bottom lip and pull before releasing.
Then I turn to Parker and lick her lips at the seam until I breach the imaginary seal, and with Spence’s taste on my tongue, I add hers for double the effect.
Then I rise and decide we’ve talked enough. It’s time to put our cum where our mouths are. Or maybe our mouths where our cum is. Either way, it’s choo-choo time, even if I’m the engine with two separate wagons…it’s still the cum-train and I’m about to ride them both all the way to Nirvana.
“Clothes off, let’s go. Tonight’s my show. What I say, goes.” Obviously, they know that any red light, I’ll stop everything. Or maybe I need to tell them? “Red stops everything, use the word wisely.” There, done.
My clothes fly to one side and Parker’s to the other, while Spencer carefully kicks off his shoes and socks before dropping his jeans and folding them neatly on the chair.
Our eyes dart from one to the other and I’m brimming with pent up excitement.
It’s like discovering the perfection of sexual freedom for the first time.
It’s fucking magical. And even though Spencer’s not there yet, he will be.
We’ve fucked around throughout the weeks, but this is big.
Huge, even. Not only is he about to give himself to me, he’s giving himself, emotionally, to Parker. I don’t take that for granted.
“Spence, I’ve been begging for that ass for years.
Go to the bathroom, everything you need is there.
Get ready for me. I need to tame our little Stabby first.” He knows exactly what I’m talking about.
He’s a doc—well, kinda. He needs cleanliness and I want him feeling comfortable when I start getting him dirty.
Meanwhile, I’m going to fuck Parker’s brains out as my appetizer, and when my gaze falls on her, she knows. She feels the hunger and the unhinged need to make her come until she’s comatose.
Ha! Cumatose is my new favorite word.
With a grin and look of relief on his face, Spencer stops on his way to the bathroom, then turns on his heel and stalks right up to me.
“I fucking love you, Diego Russel.” Then he kisses me like he’s been holding back his entire life and is giving me the backlash from the wait.
It’s intense and it’s deep. His tongue sweeping me up and his lips and teeth giving no mercy.
Spencer Holt is effectively fucking my mouth and I’m here for it.
As abruptly as he came for me, he leaves, and I’m stunned.
By the time we’re done here, I have a feeling we’ll be a completely different unit than when we began.
“That was fucking hot.” Parker’s eyes dart from me to the closed door then back to me again.
She’s looking mighty delicious all naked and open, and when she jumps into my arms, my hands full of ass cheeks, she whispers in my ear. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
Yeah, like I need prompting.
With her arms wrapped tight around my neck and her cunt lips sliding up and down my cock like the evil tease she’s roleplaying to a T, Parker moans in my mouth the second the tip of my cock pokes his head inside her.
We don’t break apart when I lay her down, her legs spreading like an open invitation and her body brimming with pent up anticipation.
My dick slams inside her pussy and I thrust once, twice, then I pull out and I swear to fuck she’s about to rip my head off mid moan.
But I’ve got one thing I need before I nut inside her.
“Turn around, hands on the headboard. I’m fucking starving.” With understanding comes a quick response.
Flipping her body around, Parker slams her palms on the headboard and shimmies her ass up nice and high until I lie down beneath her, face up, tongue out.
“Breakfast of champions.” Then her wet, plump lips are on mine and my hands are holding onto her thighs for dear life. The more I feast on her, the higher my hands go, until I’m digging the pads of my fingers into her ass cheeks and my middle fingers part them enough for me to rub her hole.
Fuck yeah, she tastes like fucking Heaven, her juices coating my lips every time I take a new breath.
Her need is so strong. I can feel her holding back, but I don’t want her to do that.
I want her to give me her everything. Her energy and her depravity.
I want her to snuff me out with the smell and taste of her as the only oxygen in my lungs.
I want my last meal to be her cunt and my last pleasure to be her orgasm.
“I’m so close, fuck!” I love how quickly I can make her come, it’s a fucking privilege I’ll never take for granted.
Pushing both fingers inside her tight back hole, I suck on her clit and revel in the sound of her first cry of pleasure.
Now she’s rubbing her pussy in my face like a feral cat wanting to mark me as hers, and I let her.
I let her smear every drop of herself over my face and lick it up like a starved man.
When she’s done, she rolls over, and I follow until I’ve got one leg up on my shoulder and my cock buried inside her to the hilt.
“Feel that, Stabby? You feel what you do to me?” Of course she does, but I want to hear her say it.
“I feel…like you could go even harder.” So right.
Anchoring myself down on one hand, I use the other to wrap around her throat, squeezing her airways and not her pulse points. My goal isn’t to break her windpipe, it’s to make her see seventh heaven as I fill her up with my cock.