I blink, looking over at Jaxon, who is still sitting on the couch.
“Come on, man, join in the fun,” Cayde says.
“I’ll just watch,” Jaxon says lazily. “I’m alright.”
Cayde shrugs. “Suit yourself.”
I can’t tear my eyes away from Jaxon fast enough for his gaze not to meet mine. He’s hard as hell, I can see it, but as my fingers go to my clit, he doesn’t move to unzip or even rub his hand along the outside of his tight black jeans.
What the fuck is this? Some kind of penance for jerking off on me last time?
I turn back to the other two, determined to ignore Jaxon’s antics—or lack thereof, really—and I start to rub my clit. But I don’t do it shyly or with embarrassment, hating myself the way I did it last time when Jaxon caned me over the desk. Instead, I lift my chin, throwing my hair back, and I start to masturbate exactly the way I would have on my bed.
I tease my clit, rolling my fingers in slow circles around it, then rubbing with two fingers, gasping and moaning softly as the pleasure rises sharply, my muscles tensing. Cayde is staring at me wide-eyed, his hand moving faster now, his left hand cupping his balls, fondling them as he jerks himself furiously. Dean is still stroking slowly, but his eyes narrow as my fingers speed up, and I can feel the flush of arousal creeping up my chest and neck, turning my skin pink.
“Are you enjoying this, Athena?” he asks, his voice dangerously low. “Don’t you hate doing this for us? Aren’t you embarrassed? Don’t you have any shame, you little slut?”
Now. This is my moment. I just grin at him, leaning back so he can get an even better view of my swollen, dripping pussy, and I circle my finger faster around my clit, pushing myself to the edge of orgasm. “No,” I whisper, my voice cracked with desire. “I’m not embarrassed at all, Dean. In fact, this feels so fucking good. I can’t wait…to fucking…come. I need it…so fucking bad…after you spanked…oh god!”
The orgasm hits me like a freight train, the shocked expression on Dean and Cayde’s faces pushing me over the edge as my entire body tenses with the pleasure of it. But they’re not the ones I want to look at while I come.
I turn my head as I frantically rub my clit, drawing out the climax for as long as possible, and I look straight at Jaxon.
He’s still not even touching himself, even though I can see how fucking hard he is, the ridge of his cock tenting his jeans.
But he’s grinning at me as if he’s loving every second of my performance.
“You fucking whore!” Dean snarls, jerking my attention away from Jaxon and back to him. “You did this on purpose. You wanted to put on a show for us. Well, this is what you fucking get.” He’s in front of me in two strides, between my spread legs, and he grabs me by the shoulders, yanking me down from the desk so fast that my sore ass bumps against the edge of it, and I yelp.
“Whores get fucked,” he growls and spins me around, bending me over the desk with a hand planted firmly in the middle of my back. Before I can so much as make a sound, he kicks my ankles apart, spreading my legs widely enough that he can push his cock right up against the entrance of my dripping pussy, still clenching with the need to be filled after my climax.
At that moment, as I feel his jean-clad thighs pressing against mine, his cock on the verge of entering me in front of everyone in the room, I hate him more than I ever have.
And I fucking want him, too.
I hadn’t expected to get fucked in front of Cayde and Jaxon this morning when I’d planned out my little game. But now that it’s happening, I’m not sure that I don’t like it. That it’s not turning me on even more.
“Fuck her throat, Cayde, while I take her pussy,” Dean snaps. “And make it fucking hurt.”
“Oh, fuck yeah.” Cayde circles around the desk, grabbing my wrists and pulling me forward so that my body is stretched across the top of it, my toes barely touching the floor and my pussy at the perfect level still for Dean to thrust in, my mouth at the edge on the other side. Cayde grabs a handful of my hair, yanking my head back. “Open your fucking mouth,” he says, gripping his cock in his other hand, and for some reason that I don’t quite understand…I do.
Something has overtaken me. Something that makes me cry out in pleasure instead of protest when they shove themselves into me at the same time, Dean in my pussy and Cayde in my mouth, impaling me on either end. Cayde grabs my face as he forces himself all the way in, his hand curling under my chin as he holds a fistful of my hair, his hips jerking hard as he shoves his thick cock down into my throat. “Fucking take it all,” he growls, and Dean groans behind me, his hips moving fast and hard as he hammers me with his cock.
“Christ, she’s so fucking wet,” he says, his voice hoarse and thick with lust, and through it all, I remember that Jaxon is still on the couch, just sitting there, watching me be impaled on his friends’ cocks, and I wonder what he’s thinking. I don’t hear any sound of him touching himself.
And then, as if he’d read my mind, I hear the sound of the couch creaking and footsteps.
I think he’s coming over to join in the fun at first. But then the footsteps go in the other direction, and the next sound I hear is the door slamming behind him.
“His loss,” Cayde says, laughing as he shoves himself down my throat again, holding my mouth at the base of his cock until I’m gagging, tears running down my face. He pulls himself free, taking his dick in one hand and slapping either side of my face with it, rubbing the head along my cheeks so that the pre-cum and saliva smear across my skin. “God, you look so fucking hot stuffed with cock, little Saint. Who would have fucking known?” He reaches down, hefting his balls, and holds them up to my mouth. “Your mouth feels too fucking good. Lick my balls until I calm down a little. I don’t want to shoot my load too soon.”
Tears drip down my face and my chin as I obey, running my tongue over the tight, wrinkly flesh as I feel Dean slow down, each thrust suddenly long and deep. I should hate this, I should feel humiliated, and I do. At the same time, I’m so close to coming again, my entire body on fire with lust, dripping with arousal, and part of me wants nothing more than to feel Cayde shove himself down my throat again while Dean fucks me so that I can scream out my orgasm around both of their cocks.
And that’s when I realize, more fully this time, that’s the power I have.
I like this.
And it’s not going to be near as fun if I want it. Not begging for it, but demanding it.