I can’t hold back anymore, and I scream as I come. The orgasm feels like it goes on for hours, and I throw my head back, squeezing my eyes closed as I cry out with each wave of pleasure. It’s so intense it almost hurts as I clench around the toy again and again, turning from pleasure to the pain of overstimulation.
As I start to wiggle to stop the onslaught, Caspian finally stops the vibrations. When I can eventually register anything happening around me, the first thing I notice is them laying on each side of me, watching as I come down.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you fall apart, Songbird,” Fritz tells me, looking awestruck.
“You alright, Bel?” Caspian asks, and I nod, “Can you take more?”
“More what? More vibrator? No.”
He grins before gently removing it, and I hiss as it slides against my clit. “Good girl, telling me what you need. You’re doing great, baby.” He grabs the lube from next to me before looking back at Fritz, “If you want a taste, now’s your chance. You’ll want to be distracted for this next part.” He raises his brows once in suggestion, and Fritz strips his underwear off faster than I thought possible.
I let out a small giggle that’s cut off when Fritz plants his lips on mine. When his tongue brushes against mine, I moan at the taste of him. I’ve never tasted cock, but I know the delicious, slightly salty taste has to be Caspian.
With my eyes closed, I sink into the kiss, letting Fritz lead me into a dance of tongues and teeth before sucking my tongue into his mouth. He climbs until he’s hovering over me, straddling one of my legs. I wrap my arms around his neck, then he suddenly whimpers into the kiss. I open my eyes to see Caspian kneeling behind him. I can’t see a damn thing from this angle, but with the way his forearm is flexing, there’s only one thing he could be doing.
I pull Fritz away from me enough to watch his face. The pleasure-pain combination of his furrowed brows and panting breaths is intoxicating to watch. I keep switching my eyes back and forth between his face, an expression between pain and pleasure twisting his features, and where Caspian is getting him ready.
He moves one of his hands down between my legs where I’m still so sensitive I whine at the sensation. “Shhh,” he urges gently, “It’ll feel better in a second, just breathe.” As he works my clit in gentle circles, I start moaning and rocking my hips in time with his hand. He sinks two fingers in before whispering in my ear, “Next time, I’m gonna fuck this hot, wet little cunt while Caspian enjoys your mouth.” The imagery and his wicked fingers force another cry from my throat, and I’m sure I’m soaking Fritz’s hand already.
“Stop stalling, Fritz. Come lick her sweet pussy while I take your tight little fuckhole.”Jesus Christ, where did that come from?Looking at me with wild eyes, he says, “Neither of us gets to come until you do, baby. So direct our boy exactly where he needs to go.”
Fritz moves down my body, planting wet kisses all the way down. At the first swipe of his tongue against my clit, I bury my hands in his hair. “Oh shit, that feels so good.”
“You lucky fuck, you get to be the first person to ever taste her.” Caspian tells him, “Make that pussy squirt and you can have a treat.” Suddenly, Fritz cries out against my pussy, and I know before I open my eyes the sight that will greet me. But knowing it and seeing it are two very different things.
Caspian has Fritz bent over, one hand on his hip, the other holding him by the back of the neck against my drenched core. He throws his head back in bliss, groaning out, “Oh that’s sogood.” He punctuates each word with a slow thrust. His eyes meet mine, and he asks, “You like this, baby girl? Me using Fritz to bring us both pleasure?” he pauses and adds, “Yeah, you fucking do.” I quickly nod, moaning at each swipe of the tongue that’s working me over. “Should we keep him, baby? Do this all the time?” I nod again, not in a space to think about the implications of that, but I don’t fucking care.
Fritz moans again before sucking my clit into his mouth, forcing me to scream his name. Caspian lifts him up by the throat, still fucking up into him, and asks, “How does she taste, Fritzy boy?”
“So good, Cas. So fucking good,” he whines out, and my jaw falls slack at the image in front of me. Caspian licks across Fritz’s already shiny and wet chin before shoving his tongue into his mouth, giving him painfully rough thrusts as he does.
Caspian growls out his pleasure at the taste before muttering against his ear, “Make that pussy gush or you don’t get to come,” then shoving him back down against me. Fritz loops both hands under my hips to hold me still while he restarts his onslaught. He buries his tongue as far inside me as he can reach, way further than he should be able to, and I feel the overwhelming tension building inside me.
“It’s too much,” I start babbling, “I ca-fuck,I can’t come again.”
“Yes, you can, and you will.” Caspian orders, “Fritz, don’t you dare fucking stop until you hear a safe word or she floods your face.”
Fritz sucks my clit back into his mouth, using the tip of his tongue to draw little circles against it, and I detonate. My body tries to close my legs around his head to ease the pressure, but he holds me still, forcing me to take more and more of this sweet torture. Even as I’m clenching and my hips roll of their own volition, he doesn’t stop. He keeps hitting that bud with his tongue and sucking on it over and over while I’m crying out, “Please, please, please.”
I can’t stop coming, and I feel the pressure building in me, and-Oh fuck.I drench Fritz’s face and the bed beneath him, more than I ever thought would be possible. Every clench of my cunt gushes more liquid, and he drinks down every drop like it’s the finest wine.
When I’m utterly and completely spent, barely able to keep my eyes on them, he finally stops. Caspian drags him up by his neck again, moving his other hand from his hip to wrap it around his cock, working it up and down in time with his quickening thrusts.
“Oh,good boy, Fritz, making our girl squirt so hard,” he praises before looking at me, “What do you think, does he deserve his reward?” I give him a nod, unable to tear my eyes away from where Fritz is leaking precum all over his hand. Fritz seems about as lust-drunk as I feel, unable to do anything except fuck into Caspian’s hand and take every ounce of pleasure he’s being given.
“Where do you want it, baby?” Caspian asks me, and I don’t understand what he’s saying until he continues, “There’s a little towel right there if you don’t want it on you.”Oh! No, I definitely want it on me.
I do my best to spread my legs a little more, even though they’re shaky and heavy, trying to make it clear what I want. I may not be ready for sex, but there’s nothing I want more than to be covered in the evidence of Fritz’s immense pleasure.
“You want me to paint those pretty pink pussy lips with his cum?” At Caspian’s filthy fucking mouth, Fritz moans so loud I know he’s seconds away from coming. “Ask nicely.” So I do. With the small amount of voice I still have left, I askpleasevery, very nicely. “Come on, Fritzy, she’s begging for it. Give her what she wants. Make a mess all over that perfect, sopping cunt so I can fill you up with my spend.”
Within seconds, Fritz is shouting out his release, coating my pussy, thighs, and stomach with his cum, followed by a long, rumbling groan as Caspian follows him off the edge. They keep moving together through the final waves of their pleasure, and Caspian mumbles, “You both did so fucking good for me,” before kissing Fritz’s cheek and gently pushing him to lay beside me and catch his breath.
I look over at the blissed-out smile on his face and suddenly feel Caspian’s hot mouth give one long, wet swipe along my slit while watching my face. He sits up and gives me a salacious grin, “You two taste incredible together.” At my slack-jawed expression, he leans in and gives me sweet kisses all over my face and neck, “Good job, baby,” he pauses, adding, “you too,” before ruffling Fritz’s hair and grabbing the towel from the bedside table.
He walks to the ensuite and gets the towel wet before coming back and cleaning up the atrocious mess all over me, then giving Fritz the same gentle care. He hands me his shirt and throws his briefs back on before laying down beside me, playing with my hair. Fritz barely manages to throw his underwear back on before he, too, is snuggled up, drawing patterns along the bare skin of my leg that he draped over himself.
In my half-asleep state, I hear Fritz mumble a thank you, which I don’t understand at all.Who is he thanking?Then he gently pinches my leg, and I reply with a very dignified, “Huh?”
