Chapter thirty-two #3
“Yummy,” I murmur, lifting a single finger to my mouth and sucking deep.
“Fucking come here,” he growls.
“Is that all you ever say?” I tease. “Come here?” He ignores the jibe and moves to lie on the deep red rug in the center of the room.
“What about the bed?” I ask, confused.
“Later. Come here and sit on my face.” I giggle at his use of the phrase again but do as he asks.
He lies staring up at me as I remove my pajamas.
He taps his lips once I’m naked. I step over his head and stand above him.
Strong fingers wrap around my ankles. “Sit, Trouble. Or I’ll do more with that belt than hold my dick down your throat.”
I lower myself onto my knees, one leg on either side of his face, my emotions a mixture of lust and excitement.
Greedy hands roam over my body, taking a tit in each grasp.
He squeezes gently as his tongue explores my entrance, running over my already wet flesh.
He sucks greedily, and I wriggle, enjoying the increasing buzz in my belly and between my legs.
His tongue finds my clit. He plays with the sweet spot, circling and then flicking my piercing slowly and deliberately.
It taps my most sensitive nerves, and my pussy contracts hard then relaxes, each sensation stronger as I build toward orgasm.
He knows when he plays with that silver bar it drives me wild.
Every so often, his tongue wanders back to my entrance, sweeping over my skin and lapping up my juice as it prepares my body for his cock.
“I want you to come all over my face, Trouble,” he says.
“I’m going to play with this jewelry of yours until you squirt that sweet nectar down my throat. You drank me down, now I want yours.”
His hands drop to my ass, wrapping around my waist as his fingertips dent my skin, holding tight.
Keeping his word, he works my clit. The movements becoming shorter and faster.
My pussy clenches, my knees trying to close for relief from the building orgasm, but his head blocks their passage.
Every part of me vibrates with the upcoming hit of pure fucking pleasure, my brain terrified of the power but desperate for the intense sensation.
“Shit,” I mumble, throwing my head back.
He tightens his grip, pulling me harder onto his mouth.
The pressure in my body has been leveling up by the second as my orgasm screams to the surface, the walls of my pussy desperately searching for a cock to jerk dry.
My breaking point nears as he works, one hundred percent focused on his goal.
His tongue moves faster, all my muscles vibrating with the need to let go.
“Come on, Trouble. Give me the best fucking drink of my life,” he orders from between my legs.
My body strains hard in sheer ecstasy as he sweeps my clit again, moving the steel bar rapidly, greedy for me to give him what he desires.
Every nerve in my body contracts as it releases, my juices pouring from me.
He sucks greedily on my lips, then his tongue sweeps across every surface he can reach.
I try to move, but his hands hold me fast to his lips, not ready to let me go. “I’m not done. Sit. I want more.”
Without giving me a moment to compose myself, his hands trail back up my body to my breasts.
He massages them gently. When I glance down, his eyes are closed and his focus has returned to my clit.
The buzz begins to build again immediately.
It’s not long before a fresh wave of my cum streams over his face as sheer fucking joy scatters over my skin.
When I glance over my shoulder, one of Russell’s hands has disappeared from my breast in exchange for stroking his dick.
He pulls himself hard, and I watch as cum spurts over his abs.
He groans with relief, and spots of the salty delicacy smatter my ass.
“Fuck, Trouble. You’re simply delicious,” he says, wiggling his face from between my legs.
I rise then walk over to the bed, climbing onto all fours in the center.
He stands, picks up his trousers, pulls his phone from his pocket, and presses a button.
I stare at him, bemused, as he wipes himself down and begins to redress.
“Um…” I stammer. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” He buttons up his trousers, his feet still bare, and mischievous eyes fall on me, still naked on my hands and knees.
“What?”
“Well, is my current position not a hint?” I mutter, sitting back on my heels. My breasts swing with the movement, and his eyes drop, then return to hold my gaze.
“Is that greedy little cunt of yours not satisfied?”
he asks, and fresh arousal snaps in my belly.
I narrow my eyes. He chuckles. “No, Trouble. I’m not fucking you tonight. My brother is.”
He walks toward me, leans down, and drops a kiss on my lips.
Without speaking, he turns, still barefoot, and walks toward the door as Connor pushes it open.
“I got a message,” he says as he locks eyes with his brother.
“Yeah, brother,” Russell responds. “Our girl is owed a massage and a good fucking. It’s on your to-do list tonight.”
“I am more than happy to oblige.” His fingers lift to his shirt buttons, and he begins to undress as Russell disappears. “Lie on your front,” he tells me, his eyes widening as he drinks me in, naked on all fours. “Let’s start with the massage.”