I growl, the feel of her tongue too good to fight the urge building in my balls. Slowly, I feed her my length until I see the outline in her throat, and then I pull back at the sound of her gagging.
“Mmmm. More.” She wraps her fingers around the base and feeds herself, taking control from underneath.
I close my eyes, letting the feel of her mouth permeate my soul. She works me slow and soft, then fast and hard, in time with Dem’s ministrations and her building orgasm. When I open my eyes, Kerr has his head resting on her sternum as he plucks and plays with her nipples, smiling up at me.
“What the fuck are you smiling at?” I hiss.
“She’s a talented girl,” he responds like it’s obvious.
“Yeah, she is. Maybe you should feel her for yourself?”
Kyra pants hard, my cock falling from her lips. “Yes. Oh God, Dem. Please don’t stop.”
She moves to grab Dem’s head to hold him in place, but Kerr and I pin her hands down. Kerr kisses her neck and nibbles on her ear to distract her as I fall back on my heels, continuing to stroke my cock.
Dem comes up from between her legs, grinning like a loon. He loves doing this shit, and while I agree the denied orgasms equal an euphoric high later, continued denial can be extremely frustrating. “Okay, Angel. No more teasing. You ready to come for us?”
Kyra lifts on her elbows, looking absolutely wrung out. “You promise?”
He slides two fingers inside her slowly. “Oh, yeah. You’re more than ready. But the question is, how do we want to make you come?”
“Quickly, I hope!” she snaps.
We chuckle. “Doesn’t work that way, Cupcake. Besides, I haven’t had a taste of you, yet.”
Dem stands up on the edge of the bed and pulls her up, cradling her against his chest. I prefer to eat pussy with her straddling my head, and my partners know this. I lay down while Dem guides her over to the side of the bed.
“You want me to sit on your face?” Kyra gasps.
“Very much so.” I lick my lips.
“I’ll suffocate you!” she giggles.
“What a way to go.” I grab her hips and, with Dem’s help, position her over my mouth. One swipe of my tongue and I groan, her pussy tasting like a candied apple, both sweet and tart at the same time. She’s obviously worked up—her musky scent tells me that much— and I know it won’t take a lot to send her over the edge. Between Kerr and Dem, they’ve driven her to the brink over and over again, but I’m the one to get the reward.
I fuck her cunt with my tongue, then flatten it out, running it over her asshole. Her thighs tightening around my head when I do, letting me know we’ll have to train her for anal. I doubt she’s ever done it before, but I’m hoping she’ll want to with us. I’d love to be the one to pop that cherry for her.
Circling her asshole again, I move my mouth and use the scruff of two days’ worth of growth to rub against her clit, her body vibrating above me.
“Lean back, grab your ankles, and point your chin to the ceiling,” I growl as I dig my fingers into her ass cheeks and spread them, once again lapping at her ass until she relaxes into me. Then, she finally rides my tongue, chasing her release, and I egg her on, pushing and pulling her hips, and latching on to her clit.
One suck against my teeth, and she screams her release, gushing her arousal down my chin.
I suck her juices down and then roll her to her back, knowing my partners will want a taste of her, too. Kerr is sitting next to her head, smiling down at her as he swipes his finger along her quivering pussy and brings it to his lips. “Delicious, right?”
“Warm and comforting like apple pie.” I wipe my face and sit up, watching her ride the waves of her orgasm.
Dem sits a little farther down and rubs her legs, waiting for her to come back to us. “She’s going to become addicted to us, to this, and we’ll take perfect care of her, always.”
Every orgasm denial is different, just like every woman, every night, and every experience. We’ve seen women float off into subspace after hours of hard play and extensive denial, and then we’ve seen women speak in tongues—cursing everyone but their grandmother—only to come back to themselves with little recollection of the filthy things that came out of their mouth.
Kyra rides the waves in relative silence, touching herself lightly like a catholic schoolgirl on ecstasy exploring herself for the first time. It’s intoxicating to watch, and like Dem said, addicting to experience.
She opens her eyes slowly, like she’s waking from the best dream, and smiles up at us. “Hi.”
“How do you feel?”
She throws her head back and stretches like a kitten, which makes Kerr grin. “You were right, that was amazing.”