I stood beside him, arms crossed over my chest. I didn’t have to share my feelings on the topic. She could sense how possessive I was.
She shook her head adamantly, the red curls sliding across the bed. “No sharing. It’s just…” She glanced at me, bit her lip. “I know how this is going to be done. I won’t be able to see Sam behind me.”
“You’ll feel me,” I vowed. I’d be buried deep in her ass.
She huffed out a laugh, came up on her knees. “I’m sure. But I won’t see your face. You won’t be able to see mine very well. I want to, well, I don’t want to miss any of it. Now. Please.”
Niklas was as affected as I was. As primary male, it was his decision, but he could sense, as did I, that this was something that pleased Lucy. She was aroused by it, the knowledge that either of us could watch her being claimed and fucked… thoroughly.
It was fucking hot. Something I’d never considered or imagined.
Niklas went to the vid screen on the wall, but I stopped paying attention to what he was doing since I kept my eyes fixed on our mate as I stripped.
Lucy licked her lips when I stood bare before her, gripping my cock, stroking it to ease the ache.
“Your skin’s like butterscotch candy,” she said, looking her fill.
Niklas turned from the vid screen, stripped the rest of his clothes. “And I?”
“Melted chocolate.”
“I do not know what either of those items are,” I said.
“They’re things that are sweet and I like to put in my mouth,” she countered, making pre-cum weep from my cock.
I glanced at Niklas, who nodded.
I dropped to my knees on the floor, grabbed Lucy’s ankles and tugged her toward me, settling her legs over my shoulders. Before me was her wet, eager pussy. “I’ve got something sweet that I want to get my mouth on.”
I didn’t say anything else, just licked her pussy from top to bottom. She gasped and I gripped her thighs to keep her in place.
Niklas moved to sit by the head of the bed, cupping and playing with her breasts. “This is being recorded, Lucy. Do you like knowing we’ll be able to watch later how Sambor pleasures you with his mouth?”
She moaned and I felt her need to come through the collars. I’d get her there. It was my newest mission and one I would not fail.
* * *
Lucy
Oh. My. God.
I’d thought the two nights we’d had together had been hot. But this? They were here. With me. Touching me. Licking me.
They weren’t dead. Far from it. I could feel their touch, but I sensed them. The collars ensured I knew they were close, that they were right here with me. Physically and mentally.
I had never once considered the idea of filming sex. With Nik and Sam it was different. There were no games. This was real. Every bit of it. They’d meant it that day Nik brought the collars. Every word, every action had been true.
They wanted me.
I wanted them. I wanted it recorded and saved for posterity. I wasn’t going to show it to my grandkids, but I had a feeling it would keep all of us hot for years.
I squeezed my knees against the sides of Sam’s head. He was so good with his mouth. My clit was worked with his tongue with such precision that I was already close to coming. Their need built up my need, and when he slid a finger inside me and curled, I bucked into the air and came.
Hard. I was lost to it, and when I finally caught my breath, I wasn’t sure if I’d smothered Sam with my pussy.
With gentle hands, he lifted my legs from his shoulders, kissed an ankle. His lips and chin glistened with my arousal. Nik pulled me up and onto his lap.
Kissed me, his tongue finding mine. I was sated and yet still craved. I felt their need and knew we were far from done. He didn’t lift his head, only shifted so I straddled his waist.