Then he ran his fingers through my pussy and I shuddered with pleasure, goosebumps rising on the front of my body, exposed to the cool night air.
“We’re going to take care of you, Cass.” Jagger’s voice came from the shadows, another promise.
“In every way,” Hawk said. “Starting with eating this hot little pussy.”
24
CASSIE
I gaspedas Hawk’s tongue made contact with my cunt, sliding through my folds and covering my clit.
“Fuck yeah.” I’d almost forgotten Vigo was there, but now I knew he was getting himself off from the way his words came out in a cross between a sigh and a groan. I heard the catch in his breath, could almost see him sitting on the edge of the hot tub, his dick hard as he watched what Hawk and Jagger were doing to me. “The only thing better than eating your pussy is watching Hawk or Jagger do it.”
Jagger kissed me and I felt the tug of one of the nipple clamps as his tongue dove into my mouth, the swell of pleasure rushing between my thighs made more powerful by the fact that Vigo was watching.
Hawk chuckled between my thighs. “Our mouse is a dirty girl. She got so much wetter when you pulled on the clamp.”
“Is that right, Cass?” Jagger murmured against my lips. “You like the clamps squeezing these sweet little nipples?”
He tugged on the other clamp and an orgasm sparked to life at my core.
“Yes!” I gasped, writhing against Hawk’s mouth.
“Good.” The heat of Jagger’s mouth closed around one of my tits as he tugged on the other clamp. He kept talking while he licked and sucked, his voice soothing. “There are so many things we can do to you, so many way we can make you feel good.”
I was lost in an overload of sensation: the gurgle of the jets in the hot tub, the water silky and warm under my body, Jagger’s mouth hot on one of my tits while he tugged on the clamps, Hawk’s fevered tongue slipping into my channel so deep his nose bumped against my clit.
There was nothing to look at, and the lack of visual stimuli only made the ecstasy filling my body more powerful, more all consuming.
“I think it’s time to tighten these up,” Jagger murmured.
“Fuck yes, it is,” Vigo said, his breath catching.
“Tighten what up?” I was practically slurring my words, drunk on pleasure.
I had my answer a few seconds later when Jagger’s hands brushed against my tits and the clamps tightened on my nipples.
I flinched. “Ow, fuck!”
“Stop labeling that feeling as pain,” Jagger said. “Feel it for what it is.”
It sounded stupid but then he drew one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked while he tugged on the clamp attached to the other one and I gasped in pleasure, my hips bucking against Hawk’s mouth, buried in my pussy.
And Jagger was right: this wasn’t pain but pleasure, a live wire from my clamped tits to the orgasm building in my pussy.
No, not a live a wire. A fuse.
It burned and sizzled as Hawk reached behind my knees to pull me closer to his face, then shoved his fingers roughly inside my pussy as he closed his mouth on my clit. He sucked and lapped while Jagger did the same with my tit, pulling onthe clamps that were locked onto my nipples until the climax swelled at my center.
“Oh god…” I gasped. “I’m going to come.”
“Do it,” Vigo goaded. “Come on Hawk’s face so he can drink you up.”
Jagger pulled hard on one of the clamps and I tipped over into the void, crying out as I came, shuddering against Hawk’s mouth as he kept up the pressure on my clit, his fingers tunneling through my pussy.
There was nothing gentle about it, but I didn’t want gentle. I wanted to feel — wanted to be reminded that I was still alive — and I let the orgasm consume me, rolling through my body like a giant tidal wave, sweeping all my fears out to sea.
I lay limp and floating in the water when it was over, Jagger leaving kisses on my tits, Hawk pressing his mouth to the insides of my thighs.
