It brought me up close and in his face, literally. I could feel the rapid blast of his breath against my wetness, which made me shiver. His hands, now freed from my ankles, went to the creases where my thighs met my torso, the fingers spidering towards my core on one hand.
"She's lush, isn't she?" I felt a warm damp presence against my back. "So sweet and pink and wet. Ain’t nothing like it. Touch her. She likes it as much as we do, sometimes more. Brush your thumb across the hood of her clit. Yes, that's it. Someone's been watching videos. Not too hard or too close to the tip, until she's really turned on. She's sensitive."
I gasped, the feel of Hawk's thumb somehow more intense for Slade's words. He might have been feeling his way through this, but I got no sense of reticence. I leaned back into Slade's arms, his hands going to my breasts and cupping them for a minute before plucking at my nipples. His laugh was low and dirty as I groaned, tipping my head for his kiss. I got a brief glancing thing, which made me only want more.
"Now push a finger into her. Make sure it's nice and slick from rubbing between her folds. Yep, that's it. Now push it in, nice and slow. You can get a few in there, depending on how relaxed she's feeling. Pump it in and out, get her ready for cock. Now, if you really want to drive her nuts, curl your fingers up, as if towards her clit." I moaned as that heavy, full feeling that came from a g-spot massage spread through me. My hips started to move with his fingers, pushing down into his strokes. “Have a taste, new boy. No, don’t pull your fingers out. Keep doing that, and then lick her clit.”
Oh, fuck! I fell back farther into Slade’s arms as those soft lips—complete with the prickle of his beard—closed around my clit. His lips and tongue worked in time with his fingers.
“Jules, I’ve been trying to hold off, but watching the three of you is driving me insane.”
My eyes flicked open to see Aaron dripping beside me. He took in every twitch of my body, every gasp, like a ravenous beast. He leaned in, claiming my mouth as I lay half sprawled against Slade's chest.
"Fuck this," Slade said. "We've gotta take this to the bedroom."
8
"Get on the bed," Slade said.
"You taking over from Brandon?" I said, but I did as he requested, getting on all fours.
"Maybe I want to see what the pushy little shit gets from all this. Yeah, I think I get it. It's like playing dollies for adults."
"So what're you going to do with us, oh lord and master?"
He chuckled at that, but his hand went to his cock, giving it a few long, slow strokes. "I know you're only joking, but it makes me so damn hard to hear you say that. How about we let new boy keep practising on you, while you suck Aaron off? Poor bloke looks fit to burst."
"Do I get a say in this?" Aaron said, but he was clambering onto the bed, moving into position in front of me.
"She's willing to throat that anaconda, and you're complaining?"
"Yeah, alright." Aaron looked down at me with a smile, caressing my cheek. "You OK, love?"
"Sure," I said, watching his cock bob as he got into position.
"You want this." His voice was the sound of pure male confidence.
"So do you, if this is anything to go by." I stroked his balls, pulled up and tight against his body, ready to offload. "You do look like you're going to burst."
"All over your face if you keep doing that. Fuck, I feel like a kid around you. Got no fucking self-control."
"So I'm guessing doing this is gonna drive you nuts?"
His growl started when my hand went around his shaft, and I struggled to close my fingers. Then I licked the head like you would an ice cream, provoking a louder response from him. For a moment, I just enjoyed that—twirling my tongue around the head, running the tip along the sensitive underside, and brushing my wet lips across the top.
"I'm about five seconds from shoving this down your throat."
My head snapped up, my eyes burning as I stared into his. "Have a care, Aaron, for I have sharp teeth." My voice was an ominous rumble, completely unlike my own. I felt the tremble in his body under my hand.
"I'm sorry, I got carried away. I shouldn't—oh!"
I swallowed him down as far as I could fit him, which admittedly wasn't too far, but his gasps made it apparent he didn't seem to mind. His hands, when they went to my hair, were reverential. I felt him swell in my mouth almost immediately. He didn't like coming so quickly when he first came home, but the thought of him out of his mind with need was hot. There was also the logistics of giving long, enthusiastic head to a guy with a dick like a Coke can. It's one of those things that sounds cool in theory, but is much harder on the jaw in reality.
"Fuck, Jules!" he cried as my tongue began to wiggle. His hips began to shift in time with my bobbing head, but not pushing too far—we'd learned that wasn't a good idea the last time—but enough that I could tell when he was close by their spasmodic twitch. I sucked harder, faster, pushing him closer and closer, until his dick swelled granite hard, and then he came. He cried, begged, offered prayers to heaven. It was hard to tell as his cum shot over and over in my mouth.
I pulled back when he collapsed down on the bed, panting hard, and moved over to lie down with my head on his chest. His arm went around me instantly, his other hand tipping up my chin to present my lips for a kiss. "I missed you," he said, eyes crinkling as he smiled.
"Missed you too. We've only got two days, right?"