Chapter 7
Saint
I tweak Vani’s pink nipples. They stiffen under my fingers, and I lick my lips.
I take my time, pinching her nipples until they’re hard.
Making sure to use some of the ointment on them, which the instructions said to apply first, I massage both until they’re oily, deep pink, and pointed. Then I attach the pump.
Having had no idea what was in the drawers here, I’d almost laughed when I’d seen these. It was as if the owner had read my deepest desires. Once the glass is in place, I use the small, rose gold pump to start to increase the suction.
“Oh, God,” Vani whines. “That’s kind of intense.”
“Good intense, or bad?” Lex asks,
It’s irrelevant because I’m not stopping now.
“Good,” she says. “But also, kind of weird.”
Zane has the other pump for her clit in his hand, and he makes himself at home between her legs, where he starts to lick and suck at her nub.
I’m half-tempted to gag Vani, but I do love the noises she makes when she’s all needy and desperate, so I decide to save that for the next round.
As I work the pump, I flick my gaze between her tits, and Zane working her spread open pussy through the cut in her thong. He pushes his thick tongue all the way between the material and spears it inside her, making her cry out.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, God, Zane.”
He tongue fucks her for a minute, then he pulls his face away and takes hold of the pump. He tweaks her gorgeous clit, which is as succulent as her lush nipples, before carefully placing the smaller pump over it.
Everything about Vani is just fucking luscious. Her tits, her face, her pussy, her hair, her skin. I want to drown in her all day every day. If that woman knew just how obsessed I was with her, she’d be dangerous because, truthfully, I’d do any damn thing she asked.
I’d burn the world down and everyone on it if she commanded it. I might like to talk about her as if she’s just my slut, and maybe in bed she is, but she’s my fucking queen, too. The woman I still sneak into bed with sometimes just to watch her sleep.
I think she knows I still do it, but she hasn’t said anything about it. We mostly all sleep together, but sometimes, if she’s got her period, she might bed down in the spare room for a night. I always end up in her bed at some point. Watching her, like the creeper I am.
Vani’s making small, breathy gasps now, and I stare at her tits in awe, seeing her nipples have expanded to fill the suction cups, and they were already juicy to begin with.
Why didn’t I think of this before? I wonder if I did this regularly, would she develop bigger nipples all the time?
The thought makes me want to come in my pants, so I push it out of my mind… for now.
Lex stands by the foot of the bed, near her pussy, and leans over. “Can I?” he asks Zane.
Zane moves out of the way, until he’s kneeling at Vani’s side, still pumping her clit. Lex kneels between her legs, staring at her pussy as if he wants to crawl inside it. Hell, maybe he does.
He pushes two fingers deep inside, and she gasps and arches off the bed. “Oh, God, Lex, please.”
“You want to come?” I ask.
“Yes, please. God, yes.”
“Only if you promise us that you’ll go out tonight with no bra on, so everyone can see these nipples.”
“What? No?” She moves her arms as if she’s going to cover her chest, but the restraints stop her. “My breasts are too big to go out without any kind of bra or bra top.”
“No, baby, they’re not,” I insist. “They’re perfect.”
“People will stare.”
“Exactly.” I don’t get her issue.
Zane signs, and I frown at what he says. No. I don’t want strangers staring at her tits. She can wear this bra, with the nipples cut out, that way they’ll show a bit for us, but not everyone will stare.
“You’re not the boss of us,” I say moodily.
Zane simply holds my stare for a beat, and as always, I am the one who backs down by looking away.
Most of the time, Lex or I arrange what’s going on in our lives, but ultimately Zane calls the shots. He’s unbudgeable, like a fucking mountain or something.
I don’t exactly love it, but it’s the dynamic we have, and I’m not about to have a fight with Zane. Anyone would be suicidal to do that.
“Fine,” I mutter.
“Thank God,” Vani says under her breath.
“You’re still going to be outside, with your nipples poking out of your bra, all swollen,” I snap.
She meets my gaze and holds it, a challenge within her own.
“Of course,” she says. “That’s fine because I’m going to fuck one of you with that strap-on.”
Lex makes the smallest sound in the back of his throat, but I notice it. Interesting. I had no idea my twin would be into that.
“Don’t go too far with the bratty act, ma bichette.” I wag my finger.
“Did you just call me your bitch?” She looks scandalized, but she gasps at the end of her question when Lex crooks his fingers inside her, hitting her G-spot and making her pussy all wet and needy. When he thrusts them in and out, it makes the obscenest noises.
I can’t help laughing. “No, it means my doe. It’s a French pet name.” I pause the pumping of her nipples. “Now, let’s take a look at our handiwork, huh?”
I take one of the small glass pumps from her nipple and moan. “Jesus fuck, Vani.”
Her soft tits and big, fat nipples have always turned me on beyond belief, but right now they look incredible. Wet, red, big.
“I need to fuck her while I suck them,” I say.
There must be a note of don’t fight me on this to my voice because neither Zane nor Lex argues.
“You fuck her and do that, and then she can take me in the ass and Zane in her pussy,” Lex says conversationally, as if we’re talking about the weather.
“I don’t care so long as it involves one of you fucking me, and soon,” she whines.
Making fast work of unhooking her, I grab a silk scarf from the small drawer right beside the bed and tie her arms behind her back, so her tits are thrust forward, and she can’t use her hands to stop me from doing whatever I want to them.
I strip out of my clothes in record time, my cock comically hard and leaking, and get on the bed. I kneel, pulling Vani astride me. Her thong is pissing me off now. It’s just in the way, so I rip it to shreds with a growl.
She lets out a squeak. “God, caveman! That thong cost a lot.”
“I’ll buy you twenty more and rip them off too.”
The pump is still attached to her clit, and I carefully remove it. Vani moans long and low when I do. I can see why. Her clit is swollen and deep red and protruding from between her lips.
“Fuck, baby, does it hurt?” Lex asks, his voice raw.
“Yeah, but it’s more of an ache. Like it needs… help. I think one of you needs to suck it. When Saint has fucked me.”
“Oh, God, yes, I will.” Lex almost pants.
He’s such a fucking pussy worshipper when it comes to Vani. Who am I to judge, though? I’m a slave to her tits, so I’m just as pathetic.
Lining my raging cock up against her wet, slippery pussy, I slowly push in. She whimpers as I groan, our sounds mingling. Movement to my right has me glancing that way to see Zane has pulled his dick free and is flicking the metal at the end of it while he watches us, transfixed.
When I’m deep inside Vani, I angle myself, once, twice, a third time, until I hit where it drives her wild. That spot deep inside her has Vani going off like a fucking rocket, and I want her to come so hard she’s shaking.
Her big, soft tits bounce with every thrust as I slam into her, and I can’t take my eyes off them. I sit up a little and suck one engorged nipple into my mouth.
Holy fucking mother of God. I still for a moment so I don’t shoot my load. Her nipple is so swollen in my mouth it fills it deliciously. I run my tongue over it, and she gasps, grinding down against me.
I know Vani doesn’t want kids any time soon, if ever, and neither do I, but I’d love to see her tits full of milk so I can suckle on her while her pussy ripples around my cock.
I imagine her milk flooding my mouth as my cum fills her pussy.
It would be like we’re both giving and taking parts of one another.
I really am fucked in the head.
I let go of her nipple with an audible pop and lavish my attention on the other one. She thrusts her tit at me, pushing deeper into my mouth, grinding her pussy against me, soaking my lower belly with her arousal.
Fuck, I’m not going to last. I reach down between us, pushing my hand between our bodies so I can flick her swollen clit.
It must already be so sensitized, as her reaction is instantaneous.
She lets out a wail, tossing her head back, her beautiful hair flowing down her back, and explodes around me.
She climaxes in big, strong waves, milking my own orgasm right out of me.
My head spins, my body jerking with pleasure.
Holy fuck, I love this so much. I keep sucking her nipple as I ride out the orgasm and she writhes and cries out and then falls forward, her head against my shoulder.
Together, we catch our breath, our heartbeats gradually slowing, thumping against each other’s.
Gently, I lift her from me and untie her hands. Rubbing her wrists to bring the circulation back, I lay her out on the bed, and she simply floats, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed.
Turning to my twin, I wink at him. “I got her all warmed up. Your turn.”