“I want…” His hazel eyes grew dark and hard as he watched my mouth move, like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.
“Mmm…”
“I…” He took some pity on me, tangling his hand in my hair, then dropping the other to run his palm across my collar bone. “I….”
“You gotta say it, Jules,” he said. “Men, your mum, society has been teaching you all your life not to. But here, you gotta make sure the other person is clear on what you want. You might have noticed, most of the guys here are bigger and stronger than you. The thing that protects you is spelling out what you want.” I made an inarticulate growl, my eyes dropping down. I couldn’t keep staring into his, it felt suddenly too close, too intimate. “Your instructions are like a contract. They make it clear what people want…” his lips grazed over mine, “and what they don’t want.”
“Gah!” I flopped back down, instantly regretting it when the pain in my head flared in intensity. “You guys are always pushing me! Do this, accept this, be open to this! Maybe I just want to be swept off my feet. Did you ever think of that? Maybe I want you to push me down on the bed, turn me on with awesome foreplay, and then let me see what I want to do from there!”
“Well, OK, princess. I can definitely work with that.” All of a sudden, my wrists were caught together and pulled above my head, forcing my back to arch and my tits to thrust out. He dropped his head to one, his tongue flickering out. I whimpered as he circled my nipple with the tip, the sight as much of a turn on as the sensation. He blew on it and smiled as the skin puckered. “If you consciously give away control…” he said, pulling back an
d ripping off his shirt, then pulling his belt free. He fed the tongue through the buckle. “Then you can get it back, anytime you want…” I looked at him wide-eyed as he caught my wrists in the loop, pulling it tight enough I couldn’t pull free, then tying it off against the bedhead. “You don’t like what I’m doing, you want me to get you free, you feel dizzy or sick, you say the word Buddy, right?”
“What is that?” I looked up at the belt. “A safe word?”
“Been reading some BDSM mummy porn, or are there some hidden depths there, princess?” he asked in a low rasp, moving down my body until his head drew level with my breasts. He looked up at me with a sly smile, then wrapped those lips around my nipple and sucked.
“Uh!” My body drew up taut as a bow, struggling to move under the intense onslaught of sensation, his mouth sending rolling waves of pleasure through my body. Just as I struggled to get my head around that, his other hand circled the other, plucking and stretching the tender tip, almost to that point where intense pleasure bordered on pain.
“I… I…” I gasped.
“No need now, princess,” he said, letting my nipple pop loose. “You want to be swept away in something bigger than you? I’m your man. You don’t have to say a word unless you change your mind. Now, where was I?”
I don’t know how long he took, lavishing caresses on my breasts, but by the time he pulled free, the tips were throbbing right along with my clit. The air itself seemed to caress them almost painfully. He pulled away, toeing off his socks and then removing his pants. He smiled when he saw me watching, pausing and taking it a little slower with his underwear. I swallowed when I saw him bob free, thick and curved and tending to veer slightly to the left, just like I’d thought. I would have rolled my eyes that I was looking down yet another huge dick, but all I could think of was how it was going to feel going in. I’d had a boyfriend with a similar orientation, though not quite as blessed as Slade, and knew from experience that the tension between his body and mine as his dick was forced away from its natural bend for a while, would create the most amazing drag inside me. I had to clench my legs together to cope with the sharp feeling of need.
“Uh uh…” he said, pushing the blanket down and then removing the sleep shorts I’d put on. It was probably a bit shameless, not wearing undies under my pyjamas and sleeping in the same room as a guy I barely knew, but right now, I didn’t care. He tossed them over his shoulder and spread my ankles wide, settling on his knees between them. “Well, look at that,” he said almost reverently, reaching out and running a single finger along the top of my thigh. God, so close… “You are so wet and pink…” His fingers slipped between my folds for a brief moment, leaving me gasping in frustration, and he smiled when he saw the slick moisture on his fingertips.
“Please…” I whined.
“You’ll get yours, when I’m ready.” His fingers trailed through my pubic hair, the featherlight touch both tantalising and nowhere near enough. I slammed my head back on the pillow, not caring that it hurt anymore, the ache in my clit almost seemed worse. I almost screamed when his hands dropped down to my ankles, so far away from where I needed them, curling around them and slowly wending their way up my legs. Every scrap of my attention was on those two points of contact, my breath coming in pants as he moved closer and closer…
Which is probably why we didn’t hear anyone at my bedroom door. I nearly jumped when it snicked open, Finn’s head appearing in the gap. Whatever he was about to say froze on his lips, his eyes instantly drawn to where Slade’s fingers travelled, growing darker as they finally, finally traced the length of my seam.
“I… I was checking to see how she’s going,” Finn said.
“Can’t very well check from over there,” Slade said. I wanted to be embarrassed, to fight free of the belt and draw the sheet over myself, and be the suitably blushing employee I thought I should be. But all I could focus on was Slade’s fingers slowly working deeper, spreading me open and…. "How swept away do you want to be, princess? You really want to shake up those small-town morals?”
“Not like this,” Finn said in a hoarse whisper, shaking his head as if breaking a spell.
“I dunno,” Slade said. “She seems kinda amenable.” I closed my eyes and let out a long, hard groan as he pushed two fingers slowly, inexorably inside me. That first stretch… I could feel his fingers push outwards, creating an intense feeling of being full. A third finger came quickly afterwards, shoving in and out with long slow movements.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried, something tightening like a vise deep in my pelvis. Right now, I didn’t give a fuck who was in the room, I just wanted something hard pounding between my legs, pushing my boundaries, giving me just that little bit more than I could cope with. Those light plucking touches at my breasts, and that hard suction. Caresses curling around my legs, flickering over my clit, dragging me closer and closer. “I’m gonna…” I gasped.
“Shh, princess…” was all I heard as I bit back a cry. Those fingers pulled away from me, leaving me stranded on that precipice, so desperate for just one flick more. Instead, Slade settled on the other side of the bed, his hand lightly caressing my breast but not enough, far from enough. I made inarticulate noises of protest, but Slade just bent over and forced his tongue inside my mouth, his kiss hard and brutal. “Look at him,” he commanded, pointing to the doorway when I lay there panting. My eyes flicked over obediently. “He’s holding himself back by a thread. He wants to drop to his knees and bury his head in your cunt…” I squirmed as his words almost, almost conjured that feeling for me. “Suck your clit, force his tongue inside you until you burst all over his face. Are you going to let him?” My eyes flicked from Slade’s to Finn’s. I could see it, smell it almost, Finn’s desire. His fingers were almost making dents in the doorframe.
“Can I?” he rasped.
I wanted it. Fuck, I wanted it. I was so close to coming, and it would be glorious, I knew it. Ripples and spasms of wanton golden pleasure, taking me out of my body and… As if knowing he needed to up the ante, Slade’s hand slid lower, spreading me wide before Finn’s gaze, his fingers a dizzying shift of sensations, pushing inside me, pulling at my clit, circling it with his thumb, smearing my wetness around with his fingertips. It didn’t seem to have rhyme or reason to it, but my arousal was slowly ratcheting up higher.
“Answer him, princess, or I stop. You don’t have to say yes, but answer him.”
“Ah…”
Slade watched the indecision flicker over my face and then shook his head. “Fuck! Can he watch? I’ll make you come so hard, princess…”
I nodded. Both of them moved in unison, Slade going down on his knees between my legs, Finn to Slade’s chair. I no longer cared what my boss did as a broad tongue flicked over my clit for a few passes then lips closed around me. This is like a hate fuck, I thought as Slade speared his fingers inside me. The three jammed in so quickly, it kinda hurt for a second, and then a pleasant burn started up. “Oh, fuck!” I cried as he drew me harder into his mouth and curled his fingers upward.
When I came, it was like the rest of the world no longer existed. I wasn’t a body inside a room with two other bodies, one of them sucking my clit. I was this disembodied cloud of pure unadulterated pleasure. I almost started crying, it was so intense, like the ache of getting your heart broken but so, so much sweeter. I was dimly aware I was screaming, that my shoulders were hurting, that Slade was going to give me a beard rash of epic proportions, but I just didn’t care. I was so high, I wasn’t sure if I could come down.