I moved as he ran his tongue through my slit, the idea of Hawk ramming his dick inside me working with Jagger’s tongue to bring me to the brink of release.
“But Vigo and I, we want you to feel good, want you to want it so badly you’re begging for it.”
I cried out when he buried his face in my pussy, slowly covering my folds and my clit — everything — with his tongue, licking every inch of me like a hungry dog.
I reached down to touch his hair, thankful he hadn’t tied my hands to the bed. The rope that bound my wrists gave me a couple of feet to work with, plenty of room to reach between my thighs, twine the silky strands of his hair in my fingers.
And Jagger had been right: it was all more erotic for the blindfold.
I was reduced to pure sensation, every stroke of his tongue like a torch dragging through my pussy, lighting me on fire. His shoulders brushed against my knees as he covered my cunt with his tongue, and the scruff on his jaw — an erotic counterpoint to the wet softness of his tongue — grazed my inner thighs.
“Oh my god…” I moved with his tongue, lifting my hips to meet his mouth, wanting more of the friction that was pulling me closer and closer to the edge of my release.
And then it stopped and his breath was a whisper against my cunt. “How badly do you want to come, mouse?”
“Bad!” I gasped. “So bad.”
I wasn’t above begging.
“Vigo didn’t let you come the other night. Maybe I should make you wait too. Get you good and ready for us.”
I punched the bed in frustration and another dark chuckle emerged from his chest to wind its way through my body.
“Throwing a temper tantrum won’t get you what you want, but asking nicely might.”
“Please…”
“Please…?”
“Please let me come.”
“That’s a good little mouse.” He buried his face in my pussy, eating me like a man possessed, his tongue flattened on my clit while his fingers stroked my slit.
I screamed into the room, the orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave. My body shuddered against his face as he continued to lap at my pussy, wrenching every last tremor from my body until I went limp, gasping for breath.
He pulled back to press wet kisses on my thighs, and I waited, desperate behind the blindfold, to feel his dick at my entrance.
Instead I felt his body stretch out next to mine, the full-body skin-on-skin contact sensual enough to light another fire in my cunt.
He stroked my hair and coaxed my mouth open with his tongue, and I moaned as he dove deep into my mouth, sweeping and stroking until I writhed against him, pressing my naked body against his, trying to touch him everywhere even though the ropes around my wrists gave me limited range of motion.
I tasted my pussy on his tongue, but instead of repulsing me it only made me hotter. I’d never been so intimate with a man. My body was on fire with sensation.
“Jesus fuck,” he breathed against my mouth. “Kissing you is every bit as good as eating your pussy.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I said. “Please.”
“There’s nothing I want more than to fuck you, but it’s not time yet. But don’t worry, there are lots of other ways we can make you come, lots of other toys we can use.”
He kissed me again, and then I felt the absence of him as he shifted on the bed.
A few seconds later I felt the press of his calves against my shoulders, the tip of his dick on my lips. “But first I want to come in your mouth. Open up, pretty girl.”
I did and he thrust to the back of my throat, harder and faster than he’d done the last time.
I started to gag, then remembered what he said about relaxing my jaw, and he sank even deeper into my throat.
“Ah fuck… fuck. You take my cock so good, Cassie.”
