His voice was ragged now, hoarse with intensity, which stopped me in my tracks.
“So don’t,” I said.
With a guttural growl, I was dragged onto his lap, my pants worked down my thighs, but only just far enough that he had easy access to me. I wriggled, struggled, but he held me fast with a massive arm across my stomach before his fingers dove back between my legs, and with that, he stopped holding the swing still.
As we swung up, he separated my folds. As we swung back, his blunt fingers delved deep inside me, getting them covered in slick. As we swung up again, those well lubricated fingers began to play my clit with expert ease, knowing just what pressure and speed to use to get me where I needed to go, ratcheting me higher as the seat swung harder. He mumbled my name over and over, into my hair, against my shoulder, praising me, telling me what a good girl I was, right up until…
He snatched his hands away, leaving me pulsing wet and desperate, so fucking close. I complained, bargained, but he just left me there, close but not close enough, until my breathing evened out. Then he started again.
I was gonna ripthis damn swing down from the tree and set it on fire, I’d decided, and only use the heat from my body, because this had tipped over the edge from teasing fun to burning need.
“Blake, please…” I sobbed out.
He’d gotten me close to coming so many fucking times, I had lost count. I no longer got ready to come because I knew it wasn’t gonna happen and never would, my overheated brain decided. I squirmed against his body, my sounds of protest incomprehensible until I fought my way free of him, throwing myself off his lap and somehow managing to land on my feet, my legs feeling rubbery as I stumbled over to the tree for support. I had one hand slapped down on the smooth trunk, but the other? It went down between my legs.
If he wasn’t going to make me come, I would.
I heard his growls, felt his steps, but I didn’t fucking care. My fingers moved furiously, right up until a heavy hand landed on my hip.
“No…” I gasped out, anticipating him snatching them away. “No!”
Instead, my pants were pulled off my legs as my hips were tilted backwards, then Blake gave me exactly what I needed.
I jumped ten feet as I felt something thick and blunt dragging through my folds, his groan echoing mine.
“God, yes…” I moaned, leaning back into him, but he stopped me with his grip.
“Keep playing with that clit,” he said, pulling the head of his cock along my seam, making me ache twice as hard for him. “If you stop, I stop.”
Weirdly, when I was finally given carte blanche to get what I needed, my fingers slowed. Maybe because I wanted to string out the feel of him, rubbing against the place that ached the most for him, my whole world now becoming that sweet pain. Wanting him and not having him was normal for me, so for now, I played along, but two could play at this taunting game. Freed of my pants, I spread my legs as far as I could, opening myself wide to him.
“You little minx…” The deep, throaty growl made my body shiver. “You trying to tempt me?” My fingers moved almost idly now, keeping myself simmering but not ready to boil over yet. “You don’t bloody get it. Every part of me wants to be inside you, Riley. Wants to claim you as mine. I want my cock in your cunt, my fangs in your flesh, and the bond snapping down in your heart, making you mine.”
My breath came in rapid pants as he pushed forward, sinking just a little into my slick depths, but then the problem became apparent. His cock dipped in and then stopped, unable to go any farther. I panted, wriggling, my fingers moving quicker as I tried to push him deeper, but that wasn’t happening. I stretched around him but quickly found my limit. What was a small pinch only got pinchier, making my cries turn into moans of pain rather than pleasure until he took over.
Hands gripped my hips, holding me perfectly still as he pulled back. I made a sound of complaint at that, but then he surged back again, just rocking the tip of his cock inside me. I wanted more but couldn’t take it, so I grabbed at what I could.
My focus was split between the heavy feel of him pulsing inside me and the rapid flick of my fingers, both of us moving faster and faster now. His grunts, my moans, they filled the night air, his hands moving now, up and down my sides, reaching around to grip my nipples before sliding back down to my hips.
“You’re taking me so well,” he rumbled. “I can feel you opening for me. Fuck, you feel so damn good. Tell me you’re gonna come, Riley. I need you to come, all over my cock.”
He’d been holding me at bay for all this time, and now, now, I was finally let go. At his words, pleasure tore through me, all coming together in one messy conflagration. I ground down hard, wanting, needing more of him, and was rewarded by just a little more, right as I closed down around him.
“Fuck!”
We both yelped out our responses, all the pleasure he’d denied me and more rushing out.
I was full, so fucking full. Of him, of his pleasure, of mine. Of the feel of the cool breeze over my overheated skin. Of his cum jetting inside me, over and over. Of my cunt locking down around the tip of him that he’d managed to work in. Of Blake, because as I went limp from everything that was racking me, he scooped me up against his chest, soothing me through this, until finally, there was nothing more.
He carried me back inside bare-arsed, and the guys just looked up from the show they were watching, then made a space for me on the mattress on the floor.
“Did he tend you good, baby?” Colt asked, wrapping his body around mine.
“Looks like it from the mess he made,” Fen said, parting my thighs, then looking up at his brother. “You didn’t try and rut her?”
His voice was a low growl, but his fingers? They skated over my slick flesh, pushing the cum back inside me again, making me squirm.
“She kept trying to make me,” Blake said, collapsing down on the couch. “So I showed her how that would go. She barely got the head in when—”