“I can, Shaw,” she breathes out as she forces her shoulders to drop. She’s trying to relax. I wait, watching them both. Damn near dying because her warm pussy is just an inch above my cock and I know I can’t move, can’t sink into her until Shaw gives me the okay. I watch her face, her lips dropping open as he slowly pushes his way into her ass.
“Shaw,” she moans before she lets out a little high-pitched noise. I watch the focus on his face. The way his fingers dig into her round hips. He doesn’t stop until he’s all the way inside of her and then he lets out a quick breath like he knows. He knows he’s in trouble ’cause she feels so good. I swallow as he starts to pump in and out of her, my dick still straining and eager. I know he won’t make me wait forever, but he has no problem making me wait for a while.
“Okay, Vaughn,” Shaw groans. “You can fuck her.”
Slowly, with his hand on her lower back and a hand on her stomach, Shaw bends Brook over. I reach up and gently take her upper arms in my hands, giving her the support she needs. All on her own, she wiggles her way onto my cock, rubbing herself along the head until I find her entrance and push my way in.
“God damn,” I say through gritted teeth. Her pussy is so tight and I can feel Shaw. I can feel his large erection filling her up from behind. He starts moving again. Setting a steady pace that’s easy for me to catch on to. No alternating in and out. We move in and out together. We both rock back and forth in tandem, Shaw cupping her bound breast and me supporting her arms as she cries out between us. I feel her pussy quiver as an orgasm runs through her. Her forehead drops and presses against my chin.
She seems too overwhelmed to speak, but that doesn’t stop moans and sighs from coming from her mouth. She cries out, clenching down hard around my dick, right before I feel a fresh rush of wetness on my lap. Shaw takes that as his cue to go harder and faster. I follow his lead, waiting for my turn to let go. Waiting for the moment where he can’t hold himself back.
We fuck Brook until she can’t stand. I see it in Shaw’s face and feel her weight starting to go limp in my arms. She’s still coming, her pussy leaking all over my thighs, but we want her to be able to walk the next day. We want her to want this again. I hear the way Shaw’s breath leaves his mouth. He’s about to come. Sure enough, he goes still for just a fraction of a second before he pumps into her, harder and faster. I can’t keep up with his rhythm anymore. I jerk up, trying to meet the pumping of Brooklyn’s hips. She arches her back, whimpering his name and then mine before coming again. I close my eyes and think about everything but how badly I want to nut inside this woman. How badly I need to come. Lights flash behind my closed lids as I remember the most important thing. It’s Shaw’s call. Shaw says when.
I hear a rough “fuck” come from his mouth and, when I open my eyes, he’s pulled out of Brooklyn. I take her full weight and hold her against me as she tries to breathe, her arms still bound. I lose sight of Shaw as he crosses the room. When I hear the sink running, I know he’s taking a minute to clean up.
I smooth my hands down the sides of Brooklyn’s neck. “You okay?” I ask her.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good,” she breathes before she swallows hard.
Shaw is back with us a few moments later, pulling Brooklyn off my lap. “Stand up,” he tells me. I get up slowly and stand beside him as he sits Brooklyn down on the bench. There’s a small puddle on the floor now, bigger than the spots of precum I’ve left around the place. This is all from Brooklyn. What’s not on the floor is on my lap and my thighs, soaking my skin.
Shaw lightly takes her chin and turns her head toward my crotch. With his other hand, he pulls the condom off my still hard, still aching dick. “Look what you did to poor Vaughn. Dick’s all hard. Crotch all wet. Do you think we should leave him this way?”
“No, sir,” Brooklyn whimpers. If I had no clue where this was headed, I’d give up my red just so we could give her break. But Shaw is almost done with his first lesson of the weekend. He strokes me some more, trusting me to hold back as long as he needs me to. My nuts are fucking killing me. I might red for myself and go beat off in the corner while I have my own cathartic cry.
“She can’t really move, Vaughn. Why don’t you help this sweet kitten suck your dick. Make sure you nut in her mouth. Brook, I don’t want you to swallow.”
“Yes, sir.”
I step forward, taking the base of my cock as I slide into Brooklyn’s waiting mouth. She bobs her head a time and a half before my balls seize up my still burning ass tightens. I come all over her tongue. She seems to find her last energy reserve. I would have tapped out, but she’s not done. She bobs forward as she sucks out every last drop. I step back because I feel like my soul is considering leaving my body too. My vision is hazy when I open my eyes and watch the way Shaw sticks two fingers in her mouth and lightly pulls her bottom lip down. The sight of my come drooling out of her mouth, my nut dribbling between her tits is almost enough to make me black out for real. Her big round eyes peering up at Shaw. She’s so close to begging.
“Untie her,” Shaw says before he heads for our fridge filled with water. I make quick but gentle work of the rope. I ease her arms back down to her sides and start to rub her down. Her back, her shoulders, her finger tips. I make note of how beautiful the impressions of the rope look on her skin. Shaw waits until I give my okay before he holds the water up to Brooklyn’s mouth for her to drink. Then he pulls her to her feet and takes a seat on the bench, pulling her into his lap. He holds her close, bracing a hand on her thigh. I crouch on the floor in front of them, my fingers lightly stroking her calf, watching her as she looks between Shaw and me. There’s still a trail of drool and jizz down the middle of her chest. We’re all gonna sleep well tonight.
She takes another sip of water.
“We’re done, little bird. How are you feeling?”
“I need one—I need one more thing.”
“What’s that?”
“I want you to kiss me.”
Shaw doesn’t hesitate. He leans down and claims her mouth, kissing her roughly in a way that seems to awaken her all over again. It’s not long before she’s writhing on Shaw’s lap. My dick is somehow twitching at the sight of it. She may have needed a little break, but I have a feeling Brooklyn Lewis will be up for round two in no time.
Twelve
Brooklyn
My bladder wakes me up around two a.m.. My arms and shoulders are a little bit sore, but the rest of my body is still liquid when I open my eyes. Shaw and Vaughn had walked me through their post-game routine, cleaning me up and talking sweetly to me. Rubbing my whole body, making sure I had plenty of water to drink. When Shaw asked me if I wanted to sleep up in my room alone or down in the massive custom bed he and Vaughn often share in the addition, the answer seemed like a no brainer. He grabbed my things for me and after I put on my night shirt and wrapped my hair, I climbed into the giant bed between them. I wanted to stay awake and keep chatting with them, but I passed out sometime after Shaw brought up how he hoped Kayne was done releasing his ugly-ass clothing lines.
Now, there’s no Shaw. Only Vaughn, sound asleep beside me with his boxers riding low on his hips. He’s snoring. Loud, but it’s so cute and I can’t really blame him. We had a night. A long, intense night where he took the brunt of whatever Shaw had in mind to dish out and then helped Shaw take care of me. If anyone deserves some loud, restful sleep, it’s Vaughn. I use the bathroom by the kitchen and on the way out I see light spilling across the kitchen floor. I investigate and find Shaw sitting in his office, the faithful Roger passed out by the fireplace.
Shaw looks up from his tablet and sets down his stylus pencil.
“Trouble sleeping?” he asks me.
“Something like that. What are you working on?”
