I sucked in a breath, and my hooded gaze landed on his phone as I leaned back and rested my hands on his legs. It brought me deeper with each push.
“I…I want to bleed for you, Dominus,” I moaned.
He cursed under his breath, and I found myself spurred on by his chest rising and falling faster. Without thinking twice, I slammed down on his cock and fucking lost it. My breath, my ability to function, the last of my self-control. Sitting just like that, my fingers digging into his legs behind me, I started fucking myself on his perfect cock without mercy.
At some point, Archie and Daddy must’ve gotten off, because their attention shifted to Greer and me after a while. I opened my eyes, only half aware I’d closed them in the first place, and saw his drink was gone. His phone too. And he was making out passionately with Archie, who was standing on the floor and leaning over the armrest.
Daddy cupped my cheeks and kissed me. “My beautiful little boy. You’re so good for taking care of Shep.”
“I wanna be super good for him, Daddy,” I panted. “I want him to feel good.”
“He fucking does,” Greer gritted out. “A little too good. Fuck.”
“Time for our little sweetheart to feel good too,” Daddy murmured. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”
Oh my gosh. I shivered violently as he dipped down and sucked my cock into his mouth.
“Oh my God, Daddy,” I cried out. “I’m so hard. That feels so good.”
To quote Greer, a little too good.
I was spiraling.
The heat in my bottom, Greer’s rock-hard cock, Daddy’s mouth, the sounds of Shay crying out, River and Reese moaning, Greer and Archie kissing, the mind-numbing pain of the vampire gloves—all those sensations pushed me in so many different directions that I was rendered useless outside of what I was already doing. I moved quickly and with ease, chasing pain and chasing pleasure, knowing that the sharp points were going to haunt me for days to come, and also not giving a flying fuck. Because the heat kept spreading, and Daddy’s mouth on me felt indecently good.
Tears started flowing freely down my face.
So effortlessly. No uncomfortable stinging beforehand. One second, they weren’t there. The next, they were streaming.
I didn’t cry in that sense. It was just…like a tap had been opened, allowing tension and tears and chaos to flood out of me. I didn’t gasp either; I stopped moaning, I stopped whimpering. I breathed heavily, rapidly, and just kept going. I fucked myself on my Pop’s cock over and over, tears kept falling, Daddy sucked me off, and excruciating pain danced with euphoric pleasure.
I heard the shutter of someone’s camera. I heard low murmurs. I heard Greer’s labored breaths, and I felt his hands on me, then his lips against mine, his tongue, his urgency.
“You’re bleeding for me, baby boy,” he whispered, out of breath. “You’re crying for me, suffering for me.”
I couldn’t recall answering, because then I was soaring for him too. As if I’d been kicked off a ledge, I was suddenly flying through the air and coming so hard.
All air left me.
Greer took over with a tight grip on my hips, moving me over his cock while his own sounds got louder and fueled my orgasm. Sweat trickled down my neck, and someone kissed me there, licked me there, and then slapped a hand over my mouth.
No screaming, my perfect little baby whore.
“Dominus,” I breathed. “Please come in my bottom.”
This was the headiest experience I’d had in my entire life.
“I’ll fill you, boy.”
I was granted a sliver of clarity from the intense fog when my climax started subsiding, and the first thing I got to see was Daddy reaching up to kiss Greer. With my come in his mouth. I saw their tongues caressing each other, while they shared my release, seductively volleying it back and forth until they’d swallowed every drop.
I swallowed dryly and leaned in automatically, and then it was Daddy and me. And Greer and Archie. I tasted myself, I tasted Daddy, I tasted Greer. And when he came, the kiss was between Daddy, Archie, and me. Fuck breathing. Fuck needing oxygen. I wanted to spend the rest of my life in this filth.
The tears kept flowing when we were in the shower a couple moments later.
In a spacious shower built for two, the four of us dove into aftercare mode and took care of one another in a way I’d never dared dream of. Like, how did this level of affection even exist? And how lucky was I to be part of it?
“My phone’s already full of pictures of your sweet ass now, but… Christ. I gotta take more when we get out of the shower.” Greer was down on one knee behind me, carefully applying a very thick shower oil. It was practically a greasy paste, but Greer swore by it and said he’d gotten it from Tate.