Chapter 18 #2
Her hand tangled back into my hair, tugging until my face lifted from the bed. She scooted forward until her pussy brushed my lips, smooth and wetter than before. “Better angle,” she murmured, grip tightening. “Lick my pussy, Sabine.”
The words were low but absolute, threading through me like chains.
My lips parted and she thrust forward, driving her slit l against my nose and mouth.
Kara’s tongue dragged over me from behind in long strokes, sending shocks that made my body buck helplessly.
Every movement forced my tongue deeper into Alex's cunt.
Tears blurred my vision, spilling from the corners of my eyes as I sucked and licked her.
Her fist held me steady, hair pulled taut, guiding me into the rhythm she wanted.
Kara’s tongue pressed harder, circling me in ways that left no room to think.
Every gasp was swallowed by Alex's pussy, every sound turned to vibration inside her.
Kara’s mouth left me without warning. For a moment I thought she was shifting, adjusting, but then the mattress dipped and her weight shifted off the bed altogether.
No more than a minute passed before the bed jolted and she returned, heavier, closer.
I felt Kara’s lips on my shoulder, then her whisper in my ear: “Can I fuck you, Sabine?”
I pulled back just enough to nod my head, and Kara kissed my ear, then rose up to lift my hips.
Her body pressed against me, and the blunt head of a thick silicone cock drove deep in one sharp stroke.
My body lurched forward, my face buried in Alex's pussy.
I pulled back for air, but her fist tightened in my hair, and after a moment, she tilted my face up to look at her.
“Easy,” Alex murmured, her voice dark velvet. “Stay with me. That’s it. Good girl.”
The praise slashed through me, hot and humiliating.
I trembled as Kara thrust again, filling me from behind.
The slight vibration I could feel told me that the toy was designed to stimulate both of us.
Each stroke shoved me forward, and I tried to keep up the rhythm, licking and teasing Alex's hard clit until my jaw ached.
I coughed against her, tears spilling unchecked down my cheeks. Her grin only widened. She stroked my hair with her free hand, mockingly gentle even as she held me down.
“Look at you,” she said, tone threaded with amusement. “Taking us both. You were made for this, weren’t you?”
The words tangled with the ragged heat in my chest. Kara’s pace quickened, her breath sharp against the curve of my back. Alex’s cunt filled my vision, my throat, every breath cut short until all I could do was submit to the collision of bodies using me.
Alex leaned closer, eyes locked on mine as she moved my head to match her thrusts. “Beautiful when you cry for me,” she whispered, thumb brushing a tear from my cheek before pressing it into the corner of my mouth.
Pinned between them, I shook, unable to separate fear from pleasure, terror from need. Every nerve screamed, but neither woman relented. It was terrifying and wonderful.
The rhythm between them dragged me past reason until I thought I would break apart from it. Then Alex’s grip eased. She slid backward, leaving me gasping as she moved away. I blinked through the blur of tears and watched her stand, rubbing her clit in slow circles, her eyes never leaving me.
“My turn,” she said, voice low but cutting through the air like a command.
Kara’s hips drove into me a final time, sharp enough to steal the last of my breath. Then she pulled out, leaving me trembling and open, my body clenching around nothing. The sudden emptiness twisted inside me, a hollow ache that only deepened under Alex’s stare.
I could hear but not see motion behind me, then Kara stepped into view. She handed the black leather harness and thick strap-on cock to Alex, who stepped into it, then turned while Kara buckled it into place. Alex reached down to stroke the cock.
"Oh she's soaked. You've made a mess on Kara's cock, haven't you, Sabine?" She sat on the mattress and laid back, stretching out across the bed. “Let's see what you do when the cock is mine. Get on.”
My body moved before thought could catch it. I climbed awkwardly onto my knees, my ankle protesting each shift of weight. I swung one leg carefully over her, straddling her hips. My palms pressed to her breasts as I positioned myself, the steady rise and fall of her breath burning against my skin.
When I lowered myself, the cock slid into me with a force that shocked me still. The familiarity of it hit harder than I was ready for, memory and present colliding in one sharp rush. Everything I had feared about her, everything I had wanted despite myself, lived in that stretch, that claiming.
Her hands rose to my face, fingers spreading along my jaw, holding me steady. Her gaze locked with mine as she pulled me down into a kiss. It was not gentle. Her mouth was fierce, consuming, sealing off air as her tongue drove past my defenses.
I sank against her, my face pressed against the scorpion tattoo on her left collarbone, the force of her inside me. Panic and desire surged together, indistinguishable, and when she tipped my chin up, I kissed her back even as the tremor of fear stayed tight in my throat.
Kara’s weight shifted the mattress as she climbed up behind me.
Alex’s cock filled me from underneath, her hands tight on my hips, but it was Kara’s breath at my neck that drew a new shiver down my spine.
Her lips pressed to my skin, hot and insistent, and I turned, meeting her mouth with mine.
The kiss was rough, tasting of hunger and command, her tongue sliding against mine until I moaned into it.
Then I felt the blunt nudge of her fingers pressing at my ass. My body went rigid. A panicked sound broke from my throat. “No. I don’t know if I can—”
Alex’s voice rose, steady, coaxing in my ear. “You can. Breathe. Let her in. Relax for me.” Her hands smoothed down my sides, anchoring me, grounding me. “It’s going to be good, baby. Trust me.”
I shook my head, but her tone threaded through the panic, low and certain. Kara pressed again, slower this time, the stretch sharp and punishing. Pain flashed through me, white-hot, and I cried out, my nails biting into Alex’s shoulders.
“Breathe,” Alex whispered, kissing me hard.
Her thumb stroked circles over my clit, coaxing, distracting, until the fire of it began to ease.
My body gave a fraction, then more. Kara pushed deeper, sliding a second finger alongside the first. I felt them both inside me, stretching me wider than I thought I could bear.
Every nerve lit at once. Alex thrust upward, Kara pulled back, then drove forward to match her.
Their rhythm trapped me between them. Each movement was mirrored, every sensation doubled until I thought I would tear apart from it.
Their mouths claimed me in turn, lips at my throat, at my mouth, everywhere at once.
Hands slid over my breasts, my stomach, gripping tight as I rode the waves of our bodies.
The onslaught consumed me. The friction, the heat, the merciless rhythm of two women taking me in tandem.
Pleasure surged in jagged waves, impossible to hold back.
My climax hit like a storm, ripping through me, my cry muffled against Alex’s mouth as Kara groaned at my back.
My body shook, wrung out, every thrust dragging the orgasm higher until I thought it might never end.
The climax still rippled through me in aftershocks when Alex’s mouth brushed my ear. Her voice was low, intimate, but edged with steel. “I think you still had another question, baby.”
I shook my head quickly, desperate to make it disappear, to hold onto silence instead of truth. My body trembled between them, every nerve stretched raw.
She didn’t let me escape. Her hips snapped harder, her hands sliding to my throat. The pressure made my pulse hammer beneath her grip. Her eyes caught mine, dark and unyielding. “You wanted to know if we were going to kill you, didn’t you?”
Terror crashed through me. I forced a nod, the motion jerking against her fingers. The answer she wanted cost me air.
Behind me, Kara groaned, her voice rough with release as her fingers worked both herself and my ass.
“I’m coming.” Her thrusts continued, as she reached her other hand around to rub tight circles on my clitoris.
Her touch dragged me into another helpless shudder.
A low moan spilled from my throat as I leaned into another orgasm, tearing through me, shaking my body and mind.
Alex held my throat until I cried out, her own rhythm pounding harder. Her face twisted with pleasure, her grip tightening at the peak, then she groaned, giving into her orgasm with a final deep thrust.
The pressure eased suddenly, her fingers loosening, letting me gasp. Her grin split sharp across her face, all control and cruel amusement. “Our job is to protect you, not to kill you, silly girl.”
The words slid down my spine in an icy-hot trail, more insistent than her hands had been.