“Oh, fuck yeah, baby,” he moans, “Fuck yourself on my hand—shit, ride my fingers—yes, just like that. I wanna watch your little cunt clench around me as you come.”
I cry out his name as I tumble over the edge, the sound of his hand squelching inside me drowned out by my frantic chanting as I come all over his fingers. He works me through the orgasm, riding each wave of pleasure with me and prolonging it until I’m fully spent and have to shove his hand away.
He slowly climbs atop me again, whispering, “Open up, Bel.” When I do, he slides his fingers, soaked in me, along my tongue. I close my mouth around his fingers, sucking the taste of me off them. A feral growl rips from his chest as he buries his tongue in my mouth, licking every inch of it he can before taunting, “Tastes so good, doesn’t it, baby?”
I nod, using my good hand to pull his face against mine, stealing more sloppy, biting kisses.
“Fritz, please. I need more,” I pant.
The wild desperation on his face matches mine, his fingers flexing against me for a moment before he tilts his head toward the sky and releases a pained groan, muttering, “Not right now.” He looks back down at me, “Apologies, Sweets, it appears Isla is waking up and I’m sure you’d rather not subject her to the sounds of you in rapture two days in a row.”
I nod, remembering my mortification at finding her in my kitchen yesterday. Fritz takes a quick moment to reclothe me, wrapping me in a bundle of blankets and pulling me against him before calling, “You may enter, you pervert.”
Step On Me
Caspian
“I need more,” Bel begs.Christ.I thought I was hard a moment ago, hearing her come all over his hand, but now my dick is insisting on joining them.
Fritz whines in desperation, echoing my feelings on the matter. I want nothing more than to watch them as they join the first time, her gasps at the intrusion, his frantic thrusting into her. But I had my first time with Bel without an audience, so don’t they deserve the same?
Before I can decide on the matter, Fritz denies her, “Apologies, Sweets, it appears Isla is waking up, and I’m sure you’d rather not subject her to the sounds of you in rapture two days in a row.” After a few moments and some rustling, he adds—loudly, “You may enter, you pervert.”
I open the door to Bel looking at me with mock surprise and outrage, “Have you been there the whole time?”
“You think he would miss an opportunity to hear your sweet song?” Fritz prods, arms wrapped around her where they sit on the bed. He has her nearly cocooned in blankets, leaning against his chest while he leans against the headboard. Nuzzling into her neck, causing her to giggle, he answers his own question, “No fucking way.”
He’s certainly not wrong, but I suppose I’ll have to give them the space to explore each other privately at some point. Perhaps once Bel is safely moved into Fritz’s home, I’ll step out while they take some time to themselves. For now, though, they’re stuck with me.
Smiling at my two favorite beings in existence, thankful once again to have Bel returned to us, I tease, “You stole my coffee, Little Dove,” before tackling them both into the bed. Much to my painful erections dismay, there’s no time for exchanging more orgasms, but I can still give my girl a kiss.
Her peals of laughter fill the room, bringing more color into my world one squeal at a time. I plant frantic pecks all over her cheeks and neck as Fritz holds her in place for me, leading my thoughts back down a twisted road. Once Isla leaves, I’ll have to order Fritz to secure her in place like this again while I lick her all over.
Finally, I relent, “Alright, you two, let’s get downstairs. There’s still much to discuss between all of us.”
Bel groans out her frustration, removing herself from our embrace and pouting, “Fine.” I long to pull that bratty bottom lip between my teeth until the skin breaks, and she whimpers from the pain. Pulling her braid over a shoulder, she eyes the strands for a moment, eyes going vacant, before shaking her head and throwing them behind her as if they’re something vile.
She all but storms from the room, the sound of her traipsing down the stairs following her abrupt departure. I look at Fritz in confusion, and the pity in his eyes fills me with dread. I’m certain he held it back for her sake, pity being the one emotion she won’t allow from others.
“What happened?” I ask him, “What did she tell you?”
He blows out a breath and leans against the headboard, “You weren’t listening in?
“I wanted to,” I confess, fingering a thread of broken stitching on the bedspread, “but it seemed too private, so I turned on some soft music downstairs to allow you your time.”
With a smirk, he prods, “Yet the sex stuff wasn’t off limits?”
“Stop trying to change the subject. Of course I listened in on that, but when she was…” I consider how to put this delicately, “in need of your assistance, I wanted you to have that moment with her.”
He nods, standing and righting his clothing, “She’ll tell you, once she’s ready to talk about it more. I don’t think she meant to tell me, honestly. It just spilled out because she was lost in her head. Her trauma isn’t mine to repeat.”
That I understand, and I won’t push, though admittedly, part of me wants to. I stand to follow Fritz downstairs, but he stops me with a hand on my chest, “We’re going back.”
“No, the fuck we ar-”
“Caspian,” he commands, “You don’t understand what those sadistic fucks did to her. You think the guy we murdered the other day hurt her? That wasChilds playcompared to what she went through in that compound.”
At my defeated expression, he softens, “She’ll go exact her revenge with or without us, Cas. And she’ll die with a smile on her face if it means she takes even one more of them with her. Is that the future you want for her?”
