Mack pinched Liam’s ass. Liam let out a gasp of angered surprise, but the next second, Calla’s finger had slipped inside him. His head fell back against the pillow and he breathed rapidly in and out.
Calla’s finger couldn’t feel like that much of an intrusion. More likely it was the thought of what they were doing to him that had him on edge. Which just thrilled Mack to no fucking end for some reason.
“Now stretch him. Really ream him out,” Mack instructed. Christ, Calla was beautiful, naked and bent over Liam, finger up his ass and jacking him off with her other hand.
Mack couldn’t help but reaching down to give his own cock several long pulls. Fuck yeah.
Then he moved his own finger he’d coated in lube to join Calla’s. He wasn’t shy about wiggling his thick forefinger right in beside hers.
“Shite,” Liam cursed, looking down at them.
“That’s right,” Mack said, stretching Liam’s ass as he tugged on his own cock. “Loosen him up. You want to get two, maybe three fingers in here. I’m gonna show you where to massage a man to make him feel so fucking good, he’ll fall at your feet.”
Calla tongue flicked out to wet her l
ips as her eyes rose to Mack’s. “I don’t know about the falling to my feet part.” She looked up to Liam. “But I do want to make you feel good.”
She rubbed her thumb over the tip of Liam’s cock, collecting precum and then massaging it in as she tugged up and down on his shaft.
“That’s right,” Mack whispered. “We want his pleasure to override every other single thing in the universe. You can do that. You have that power, gorgeous. We’re getting him good and stretched now.” Mack swirled his finger around inside the hot glove of Liam’s ass one more time before pulling out. “Add two more fingers and then I’ll tell you what to do, honey.”
Calla nodded. She slipped a second finger in beside the first.
Mack’s chest pumped up and down as he watched. “Now a third.”
Christ, his mouth was dry watching her.
She edged a third finger up Liam’s ass. Liam groaned but it wasn’t in pain. His cock was rock hard in Calla’s hand.
“About three or four inches in, feel along the front wall.” Mack tapped right above Liam’s cock to indicate which wall he meant. He dropped his hand down to play with Liam’s balls while Calla bit her bottom lip in concentration.
Liam cried out, his whole body going tense. He threw his forearm over his mouth and groaned into it, hips thrusting his cock rapidly up and into Calla’s hand.
“I’d say you found the spot.”
Mack reached and took over masturbating Liam. But instead of jerking him off, he squeezed the head. Liam’s face was pained when he looked down at them.
“Don’t come yet,” Mack warned. “Not until I say so.”
He could tell Liam wanted to balk—most likely to tell him to fuck off. Mack squeezed his dick harder. “We’re trying to teach Calla how to give and receive the most pleasure. And that means showing her how discipline can lead to even higher climax.”
Liam’s mouth went into a hard line but he finally dropped his head back to the pillow, eyes squeezing shut.
“Good boy,” Mack murmured with a smile.
“He’s gripping me so tight,” Calla whispered, eyes wide and excited.
“You like that?” Mack asked.
She nodded.
“Is it making you hot?”
She nodded again.
“Show me. Open those legs wide. I want to see you dripping you’re so wet.”
A little shudder went through her as she went up on her knees, one hand on Liam’s upraised knee to brace herself, her other hand buried up his ass.