“Yeah, you will.” Sai pulls back just enough to say those words.“You’re gonna come for us, Red. Like a good fucking girl, like a good friend should. Try and fight it, I fucking love watching you fight.”
“Now.”At my silent command, Sai pinches her clit between his teeth.
Our fingers simultaneously pump inside her, my hand squeezes her throat, restricting her breath for just a second. And in that second, she shudders, all muscles clench, then she explodes.
I relax my grip instantly, and her deep inhale locks her orgasm in place, prolonging it.
“There you go, that’s it. That’s a good fucking girl.” Sai doesn’t stop murmuring his praise as she keeps coming, twitching, everywhere.
And we keep moving. He strokes her pulsing clit with his tongue, I plunge my fingers in and out. Slow but deep.
“Isn’t she such a goodfriend, mate? So fucking good to us,” Sai’s deep murmurs continue as we ease her through the aftershocks.
And keep easing. Then, we keep going.
I feel it the second she realises.
Her face is tilted against mine, her brows scrunching together in confusion as she tries to pull herself out of my hold. I retighten my grasp around her throat.
“No,” she whispers, the word hardly audible. “No, no. I… I—can’t!”
Sai chuckles, such a devious, dark sound that has my chest rumbling with a laugh.
When I remove my fingers from inside her, she sighs with relief, but it’s cut short when Sai’s re-enter instead.
“Fucking hell, baby. You’re still so fuckingtight,” he curses, his mouth falling back against her clit.
My free fingers immediately reach her breast. I’d been so desperate to touch them, pinching her nipple between two fingers as she squirms and tries to escape our touches.
“Stop, I—”
“You know your safe word,” I murmur against her throat, then kiss her there. A soft touch that I trail down to the crook of her shoulder. “Nothing else will stop us.”
We hear the hum in the air as she considers her options, but Sai never stops feasting, his moans of pleasure re-igniting everything. I gently bite the skin between her neck and shoulder, roll her nipple between my fingertips until she moans.
“You’re already so close.” I suck on the same patch of skin, envision my permanent mark, make myself even harder from the thought.
“Fuuuck, do that again. She squeezed my fingers so hard,” Sai moans out, peering up at her.
One hand fondles her breast, the other tilts her neck further away so that I can comply with Sai’s request.
“You like the feel of my bite, mon âme? You want more?”
Her eyes are tightly shut as she fights the intense pleasure building, but she nods her head.
I bite—harder, her pulse thumping on my tongue. A masochist indeed.
My teeth, Sai’s touches, the sounds, it’s too much. Her legs tremble, body tensing, and then she’s coming again. Over Sai’s mouth and fingers, with my teeth on her throat, my fingers teasing her nipple.
We coax her limp body through the aftershock, slowing our touches, withdrawing my teeth with a soft lick over the indents.
I stare at that temporary mark as Sai unbinds her hands and she falls deeper into me.
“Oh, thank fuck,” she whispers, breaking my fixation.
Sai and look at each other, laughing gently as we readjust her. I lay her back in the middle of the bed, her cheek against my chest and Sai behind her, letting her catch her breath.
“Only two more to go, Red.”
