He knows that even if I come, screaming until my voice is hoarse, I’ll still want more. A mouth on my pussy or a dick inside it. Or both. I’d settle for some competent fingers. Whatever it is, he knows I’ll want it enough to beg for it and I think that’s what he’s wanted from me this whole time. It’s what he gets from Vaughn with such ease that he doesn’t even have to pretend to ask for it. We’re still new to this, he and I, and he wants to know that when we’re together as Sir and his new submissive and our Vaughny, I won’t pretend I don’t want them both as badly as I do.
I turn my eyes back to Shaw and take in the intense expression on his face. The way his eyes move from my tits back to my lips again. My mouth parts a bit, his tongue darts out like he’s thinking about filling it, and I grind away.
“Put your dick in my mouth, sir. Please.” I whisper. He reaches down, covering my breast with his whole palm and massaging it roughly. My eyes squeeze shut as the sensation goes right to my clit. I settle into my hips, pushing my cunt in a hard, slow circle against Vaughn’s lap. Shaw gives my nipple a hard squeeze, holding it in a tight pinch until I moan. He releases it and goes back to massaging my tit again. I think of the gentle, then hard, way he tickled me on the boat deck that afternoon. How if there hadn’t been all kinds of boats coming and going around us and the occasional sea plane overhead, I would have begged them both to fuck me right there and then, under the bright sun and in the salty ocean air. I didn’t come from being tickled because I was holding back, but I’d like to see him try again.
“My dick’s not for you tonight. Not yet,” Shaw says. “But since you want something in your mouth so badly, I thought Vaughn should use his tongue.”
My gaze drops back to Vaughn’s just in time to catch the way he looks at my lips before he closes the small distance between us. He kisses me in that perfect fucking way, that way that makes me wish he was mine forever. Not just for tonight. I kiss him back and, after a moment, I feel his arms loop between mine. He pulls me as close as he can, my pussy pressing even harder against the apex of his hip and thigh and the hardened bulge of his cock. My exposed breasts press against the fabric of his shirt. Behind my back, he laces his fingers with my bound hands. Shaw’s hand comes up the back of my neck, reminding me that he’s there and he’s watching Vaughn and I meld to one another.
I lose myself at some point, my remaining brain cells split between kissing Vaughn and finding the exact pressure my pussy needs. I find it, repeating the same rocking motion again and again, harder and harder, until I can’t do both. I can’t kiss Vaughn and chase the orgasm. My lips break away and I gasp for air. I’m so close, so fucking close. I don’t stop until it happens, a shattering orgasm rocks through me. Part of me worries I might be hurting Vaughn, the way I’m fucking myself against him, but he’s holding me close, telling me to come, egging me on. I say his name, the sound of it mixing with the crackling of the fire at my back. I don’t know how long it is before my eyes blink open, but they do, Vaughn is smiling at me.
“Did you come, little kitten?” Shaw asks, his voice thick with arousal. He knows the answer, but he still wants to hear me say it.
I nod before I can find enough air in my lungs to speak. “Yes, sir. I did. I came.”
“Good girl. Stay right there for a minute and don’t come again unless I give you the go-ahead.” Shaw draws down the zipper on his jeans and pulls out his swollen dick. With his other hand, he turns Vaughn’s head and pushes his dick into his mouth. Vaughn is happy for the treat and wastes no time bobbing his head back and forth even though the angle is a little awkward. He uses me for leverage, one arm still wrapped around my waist as he coats Shaw’s dick with his saliva. The look on Shaw’s face in the firelight as he pumps in and out of Vaughn’s mouth might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Somehow caught up in the rhythm of it all, my hips start slowly rolling again, pussy suddenly ready for rounds two and hopefully three. Though he’s better at this whole submission thing than me, Vaughn’s hand goes to my ass and gives it a good squeezing, making my hips rock a little harder.
Shaw suddenly takes hold of my chin, holding me still while keeping his eyes on the magical work Vaughn’s mouth is doing. “What did I say, baby? You can’t come again. Stop moving.”
I want to argue, but I keep my mouth shut and do my best to keep from squirming as Vaughn releases my ass. He sucks Shaw’s dick for so long that I’m surprised Shaw is showing absolutely no signs of coming. Not that I mind. I’m enjoying the show and so is my throbbing cunt and my aching nipples that are still exposed to the warm air between me and Vaughn.
At one point, Shaw lightly squeezes Vaughn’s shoulder and he stops. I don’t stop my whimper at the sight of Shaw’s wet dick slipping out of his mouth. Shaw takes a step back and takes me by my elbow.
“Come on, princess.” He helps me off Vaughn’s lap. Even in the dark, I can see the dark spot I’ve left on his jeans. Shaw moves me so I’m facing Vaughn, standing a little to the right of the chair. My hands are still bound behind my back. He goes back over to the plastic tub and grabs some lube and a condom. I stand by quietly, waiting, watching as he returns to Vaughn and takes his poor engorged erection out of his pants. He hands both to Vaughn and waits while Vaughn rolls the condom on and slathers himself with lube.
“I’m ready, sir.”
“Perfect. So am I,” Shaw turns, eyes focused on me as he pulls his jeans down to mid-thigh and lowers himself onto Vaughn’s waiting cock, holding onto the armrests of the chair for balance. It’s not graceful, the way he inches up and down, trying to hold his weight off of Vaughn, but I don't care. It hot as fuck, the best fireside show I’ve ever seen. The two of them find their rhythm, Shaw bouncing and Vaughn pumping his hips up and down off the wooden seat.
Vaughn glances at me at time or two, but mostly just stares down at where his cock is fucking Shaw’s amazing ass. I stand there for a long time, letting one side of my body grow hot by the fire that’s going to need more wood if we carry on into the night. My other side is cool to the night air, grateful for the bug repellent candles still flickering nearby. My arms are getting tired, but I know I can wait, and I know an amazing shoulder massage from Vaughn is a reward for my patience. One of many, I hope.
I continue to watch them, storing every detail away in my memory.
“What do you want, Brook? Tell me,” Shaw groans suddenly.
“Me?” Of course, me. I was so busy thinking about how it must feel to take Vaughn in the ass that I hadn’t expected questions. “I—”
“I know you want more. Tell me what it is.”
So many things run through my mind. I want to tell the truth. The dirty, nasty truth, but I’m starting to know Shaw and some of the fearless ways he operates. He gives the orders. He also makes the fantasies come true. I swallow and take a chance, drawing strength from the straining look of pleasure on Vaughn’s face. He’s not afraid. He’s open to it all.
“I want you to take it.”
“Take what?” Shaw asks.
“Me.”
“Oh, you want me to take that pussy.”
“Yes,” I moan. “And I want you to come inside me.”
“You have a little breeding fetish you didn’t mention?” he teases through gritted teeth. Vaughn hasn’t let up during our conversation. He’s still gripping Shaw’s hips, giving him every inch he can get.
“No, I just—I just like it,” I admit. “I like to feel full.”
He closes his eyes again, his hands gripping the arms of the chair and I think that maybe the thought of fucking me, nutting in me, while he’s being fucked by his man is enough to take him over the edge, but he keeps riding Vaughn, not a drop of jizz in sight, just precum leaking from the tip. The man is a machine. The both of them are. I’ve almost come twice quietly in my own pants just from watching them. He opens his eyes again and leans back more, brushing his lips against Vaughn’s face.
