“Zion.” I crouched beside him. “You can stop,” I murmured so quietly, I wondered if he heard me.
But in the end, he released our girl, adjusting his grip on her backside so he could look at me. His usually chapped lips shined with her arousal.
Succumbing to the temptation, I wiped her juices off his face and tapped his bottom lip. “Open up.”
Without a single protest, he submitted, taking my forefinger deep inside his mouth and twirling his tongue in a way that reminded me of what it was like to have him use it on other parts of my body.
“So perfect.” I plucked my digit out, the film of his saliva chilling in the air.
“Ge— Gedeon,” Kali stammered, misery etched into each crevice of her expression, from the tears flowing down her nose to the pinkened flesh above her chest. “I ca—” she sniffled, “I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can.” I rubbed her thigh, her skin clammy, a layer of sweat coating it from the exertion.
I cupped her ass cheek, my fingertips entering the perilous territory near her pussy. An inch more, and they dipped between her soaked folds.
She spasmed. “No, ple?—”
I plunged two fingers inside her. Her back arched as she contracted, her moan pleasing the greediness inside me. Withdrawing, I replaced my digits with two others and thrusted a couple more times.
Squelching sounds blended with Zion’s heavy breathing as his focus narrowed to me fucking her, to how she took me. Soon, her wetness dripped down to my palm, and I swiped my thumb over it, utterly soaking my hand.
“You can continue.” I nodded to Zion, and he stuffed his face between her thighs, ignoring her shrieking.
Shuffling to kneel behind him, I gripped the base of his cock. Slowly, oh-so-slowly, I caressed him up to the tip, covering him in her fluids. His hips bucked, and he groaned into her, sending her gasping.
“You were the one who switched the clothing in my backpack.” I brushed my thumb over the tip, relishing how he trembled. He was close, and I could not have that. “The one who ordered the t-shirt to be made.” My grasp gentle, I stroked down, to the root, admiring how his thigh muscles bulged. “So seven times will apply to you too. For every time she comes, I will bring you to the brink of madness, but you are not allowed to crash together with her.”
Him wreaking havoc on her clit muffled his grunt.
“Go on, Zion.” I jerked upward, twisting around his crown, applying just enough pressure for his ass to lift off his heels as he tried to fuck himself in my fist. “Make her come.”
He doubled his efforts, and a low thrum pierced her stuttering moans as he hummed into her, precisely how she liked it. She tensed up, her limbs locking up, and froze in a silent scream.
A shudder, and she collapsed, the restraints holding her upright. “One.”
I pumped Zion faster, relishing how their combined wetness let my palm glide so smoothly?—
His ass clenched.
“Don’t you dare,” I warned him. “If you paint this floor with your cum, you won’t get to finish forweeksafter.”
His howl slithered down my abdomen and into my underwear. I could lose myself in the power I held over him. The way he verged on crumbling because ofme.
My free hand came to rest on his back, between Kali’s shins, and I began to rub idle circles. To soothe him, to distract him, or to simply touch him, I was not certain. But the slightly sticky skin flamed under my palm, his defined muscles hard planes I sought to fully explore, both leisurely and in a hurry.
As Zion lapped Kali up, time ceased holding meaning. Again and again, he made her fall apart, her voice weak as she counted one orgasm after another.
The feel of him about to come, him smothering his frustration between her thighs each time I denied him, it all descended on me like a cloud of authority, satisfying my sick craving for control.
“Six.” Her feeble count barely penetrated her pants as she slumped in the ropes, limp.
I stopped jerking Zion off once more, relishing his groan, teasing him by scratching his nape and up, his hair silk in my hand.
“One more,” I told Kali, and rained kisses on her knee thrown over Zion’s shoulder. From her shin to her thigh, I tasted her skin, overheated and slick—a dessert of the highest kind. “Only one more.”
Twisting around the crown of Zion’s shaft, eliciting a choke out of him, I encouraged, “You can take it.”
He thrusted into the air, the motion accentuating the firmness of his glutes, so different from Kali’s soft curves but so enticing I dreamed of bending him on all fours and sinking my teeth into his backside before slamming inside him to the hilt.
