He wants to play it seems, and I intend to indulge them both.
Leaning over slightly, I lick Sid’s lips gently and he lets out a bated breath. One I’m sure he wasn’t even holding, but that’s what happens when someone is confronted with something they don’t quite comprehend.
The reaction is either repulsion to the monster they’ve become enamored by, or seeing the beauty in the chaos before their eyes.
Sid reaches over and roughly places his hand on the back of my neck. He pulls my face toward his, crushing his lips against mine, and I grunt, giving his chest a gentle shove.
“Not like that,” I tell softly.
“What?” he damn near begs as he reaches for me again.
I glance down at Daisy who’s stopped sucking my cock long enough to watch the two of us. Her palm is slick with her spit and she’s running her hand up and down my shaft, playing with my balls, and waiting for our next move.
“Like this.”
I grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him close. I leave an inch of space between our lips, his breath hot against my mouth, as I snake my tongue out to lick his lips again. A whimper escapes him as he moves a hand down my shirt. He slides his fingers beneath the fabric and I shudder slightly as the tips graze my bare flesh. It doesn’t surprise me that a simple touch from him does more to me than her mouth on my cock, but it does surprise me that I’ve already let them live longer than most.
“Who told you to stop?” he barks at her, resting his head against my chest. Daisy immediately swallows the head of my cock again as Sid’s lips find their way to my neck.
I don’t like the way he treats her and I’ll have to find out why before I slit her throat.
But for now …
“Think you can do better?” I ask him in a thick tone. Sid looks up at me with lust-filled and equally confused eyes. He’s never been with a man before—the look on his face tells me as much. “Daisy,” I say softly to her, giving her a gentle shove away. “Let Sid try now.”
“You want me to suck your dick?” he asks uncertainly. I can see the turmoil raging inside of him. He wants to, but he doesn’t. I won’t let his macho bravado ruin this moment though.
“Yes,” I tell him in a low, commanding tone. I reach down for Daisy and pull her up on the couch next to me. I snake a hand toward her, my eyes locked on Sid’s the entire time, and push her knees apart. Because she’s wearing an extremely short skirt, I don’t have to worry about moving that out of the way. I begin to rub her already wet pussy over her panties.
Sid wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, glances down at my hard dick, then rubs the palms of his hands on his jeans before he cuts his eyes quickly toward Daisy as she lets out a blissful moan. I’ll slip my fingers inside of her once he’s on his knees—it’ll be a little reward for the both of them.
He moves slowly, too slow for my liking, but I like the feeling of control I have over him. He’s doing something he’s conflicted about, and it begs the question why. I turn my face up toward Daisy as I slide further down on the couch. I want his full attention on the task at hand, but I won’t let her think I’ve forgotten about her too.
I use my free hand to reach down and palm my dick, gently pressing it against his lips. Sid sits back on the balls of his feet for a moment, still unsure, yet seemingly intoxicated at how bold I’m being with him.
“You can do better than that,” I tease him, shaking my cock at him as I lean my head against Daisy’s tits. “Show me that I’m not wrong about you—about what we’re here for tonight.”
He hesitantly puts his hand on mine and I slip it away to let him grab my cock on his own. He looks at it for a moment, then toward Daisy whose eyes are closed, then his gaze drops to my fingers which are still rubbing her wet panties.
With a grunt, he lowers his head onto the tip of my dick.
A quick lick to see if he likes the taste, then he moves his mouth slowly down my length.
“Good boy,” I groan softly as I use my fing
ers to slip the fabric of her panties aside and slide one of my long fingers into her warm, wet pussy.
She lets out a louder groan as I place a hand on the top of Sid’s head. I won’t force him to take more than he can handle, but I won’t let him finish until I’ve had my fill.
Daisy puts her hand on mine, pushing my finger deeper into her, and I can feel the euphoria rising in all of us. It clings to the air like the last breath of a man that knows he’s slowly dying, longing for release.
But it’s still not time for that yet.
Sid moves his head up and down faster; Daisy squirms a little harder.
I suck in a breath and pull away from her slightly as she uses her free hand to expose one of her tits, gripping her own nipple tightly and giving it a tug. She quickly wraps a hand around my shoulders and I begin to suck on her tit. It’s small, perky, and smells of sweat and booze.
And it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting.