I rubbed my clit faster, pathetically aroused by his praise. And the idea he might share me with Kelly.
When he came, I swallowed reflexively, accepting every last drop from him. He released my head and sat back with a contented sigh that might’ve been more satisfying than an orgasm. I’d done that.
I stayed on my knees, eagerly awaiting his command.
“May I?” Kelly asked.
Zane pushed his chair back. “I want to watch.”
Oh fuck, I didn’t think this could get hotter, but it just did.
I crawled out from under the table and rested on my knees in front of Kelly. Affection danced in his eyes as he swiped a thumb across my cheek, wiping some of the tears and eye makeup away.
When I reached for his belt, Zane said, “Stop.”
I held my breath, hoping he wasn’t going to change his mind.
“Ride his shoe. We all know you’re like a bitch in heat and need to hump something. Here…” He maneuvered me like a doll, shifting the two of us until Kelly’s boot was under my pussy, pressed against my clit.
Zane sat back in the chair, sprawled like we were there purely for his entertainment. “Use her.”
Kelly’s grip on my hair was gentler, more coaxing. It felt less like he was claiming what was rightfully his…because I wasn’t his. I belonged to Zane whether I wanted to accept it or not.
I took Kelly in my mouth greedily, bobbing up and down and using one hand to stroke the base of his cock.
Zane’s laughter sent a bolt of lust rocketing through me. “Lazy slut. I know you’re not going to disrespect me like that when I’ve been generous enough to share you. Hands behind your back.”
I grasped my wrists behind me and redoubled my efforts, determined to live up to the praise Zane gave me. I had another man’s cock in my mouth, but it was really him I was trying to please, his satisfaction I was after.
I rode Kelly’s shoe like I’d been told to, grinding myself against his boot as I shamelessly sought the pressure I craved. It wasn’t enough, but I kept thrusting like I might get there if I just kept going.
When it started to feel like Kelly was going to come, Zane said, “Stop. Come here. Both of you.”
Kelly pulled his shoe away and obediently went to stand in front of Zane. I crawled over to him, not daring to get off my knees without permission.
Zane grasped Kelly’s cock around the base and started to stroke slowly up and down his length. “You want to come?”
The eye contact between them was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life. I was willingly submissive to Zane, lived for his commands in the bedroom. But Kelly was resisting him, was trying to deny something undeniable like he had something to prove.
His jaw clenched, but Kelly nodded in answer to Zane’s question.
Zane stopped stroking. “You better ask my permission, then.”
“Please may I come?” Kelly said softly, like it had been ripped out of him.
“Slut…” Zane said, summoning me without looking at me. “He needs something to come on. Offer him your tits.”
I eagerly pulled my shirt off and knelt up in front of Kelly. He was looking at me, but it was Zane’s hand controlling his pleasure, Zane’s mouth whispering filth in his ear as he came all over my chest.
Zane wrapped his fist in my ponytail and guided my head down towards Kelly’s boot. “Look at the mess you’ve made on his brand-new shoes.” He pressed my face closer to the marks on Kelly’s shoe. “You expect him to go onstage like that?”
I saw a napkin on the table and reached for it.
“No, slut. Clean it properly.”
I suddenly realized what he wanted me to do and tendrils of erotic shame flared through me.
I took a first tentative lick, tasting myself.
