When she does, I lower myself to the ground and look over her shoulder. He’s pierced—a ladder of metal bars decorates his shaft, and two round silver balls protrude from the head. Fuck, that must have hurt. By the stars, it looks good though.
Nova sits back and admires him. She traces her fingers over the bars, fascinated.
Luther watches her with a mixture of pride and lust on his face, then he puts his hands on her sides and encourages her to bend over onto all fours.
When she does, presenting her ass to me, I smooth my palms over her cheeks. As I drag my finger over the cleft of her ass, between her cheeks to her pussy, she wriggles back a little and opens her legs for me.
Jerking my sweatpants down over my hips, I pull my cock free and position myself at her entrance. As I ease into her cunt, she starts to swirl her tongue around the swollen head of Luther’s pierced dick. She flicks the piercings, laps at them, then follows the ladder up and down. She takes him deep into her mouth but doesn’t gag. With her hand, she massages the part of his shaft that hasn’t passed her lips. He grabs her shoulders and thrusts into her. This time, she does gag.
“Fuck, Nova, you look so good swallowing my metal.” Luther winds his fingers into her hair.
Watching him fuck her mouth, I’m ready to explode. She’s heating up on the inside, clenching tight around me, and I’ll be done in seconds if this carries on.
Reaching around, I find her clit and start to massage it. Taking her mouth from Luther’s cock, she braces her hands on the ground so I can fuck her harder. I curl over her body, pressing her top half down into the ground as I lift up on one knee and thrust deeper into her pussy. Watching us with fire in his eyes, Luther holds her still for me.
The sound of my balls slapping against her makes stars appear in front of my eyes. “Nova, I’m going to come. I’m sorry I—”
She doesn’t reply, just purposefully slams back onto my shaft.
When I come, it’s quick and violent. My body shakes, I fall forward and bite her shoulder. Not hard enough to draw blood like Kole, just enough to send a vibration of pleasure up through my jaw.
I’ve barely finished leaking into her cunt when Luther picks her up and turns her over. Lying on her back, she rests her head on my knees and holds my hands while Luther palms himself into oblivion. When he shoots hot jets of cum onto her chest, he tips his head back and sighs. His shoulders drop. Every ounce of tension leaves his body.
Together, we massage his milky liquid into her skin while she closes her eyes and hums softly.
As our orgasms subside, we lie side-by-side on the jetty. Nova rests her head on my chest. Luther curls behind her.
The three of us stay like that for a long time, kissing her and touching her. Not because we want to have sex again, but to remind ourselves she’s here and that she’s ours.
After a while, kissing Nova on the head, Luther gives a loud yawn. “I’ll see you in bed,” he says—surprisingly softly—staggering to his feet. “Don’t stay out too late. It’s getting cold.”
When he’s gone, I move over to the mooring at the side of the jetty and lean against it. Nova nestles into me. The blanket that lies in a crumpled heap on the ground tells me she and Luther had been planning to be out here a while. I pick it up and wrap it around us as she settles between my legs, resting her back against my chest.
We sit in silence, staring out at the darkening sky. A breeze drifts across the lake, carrying the scent of pine trees and night.
Eventually, Nova whispers, “Do you want to talk about it?” She turns in my lap and trails a knowing hand over the scarred planes of my chest, her fingers skimming the soft silvery-purple rivets. “The reason you freaked out with Luther back there?”
I close my eyes, pulling the blanket close around her chest. I want to tell her; I want her to know the darkest depths of my soul. But at the same time, they feel too distant to matter. Far away. Like they happened to another person in another life.
Wrapping my arms tight around her waist, leaning on the tall wooden mooring at the end of the jetty, I kiss the soft spot between her neck and her shoulder. “After Alice and Charles died, and the doctors told me you…” I can’t say the words. Nova strokes my arms and lifts my hand to kiss my knuckles. “I was sent to a kids’ home, then foster care.”
“Me too,” Nova whispers.
“Pretty much all of them were shitty.”
“Mine too,” she says, lacing her fingers with mine.
“The last was the worst. They were in debt up to their eyeballs. So, they decided to sell me.”
Nova stiffens in my arms. “They sold you?”
“To Madame.” I tug Nova a little closer, centering myself with her warmth. “For a while, it actually wasn’t too bad. At the club I had food and a roof over my head. No friends—they didn’t like us socializing—but we had movie night once a week.” I shake my head, sadness swishing in my stomach as I think of how grateful sixteen-year-old Sam was just to have a bed to sleep in and food in his belly. “Madame must have seen something in me. I don’t know what. She decided to let me stay a…” I shift uncomfortably.
“A virgin?” Nova asks, staring out at the darkening lake.
I rest my chin on the top of her head. “I didn’t have to do the same stuff the others did. I was lucky. I just danced. For a long time, I just danced.”
“When did the…” Nova searches for the word. “When did they start using you for the…?”