He pushed my back again and physically positioned me so that my head was on her shoulder and my ass was in the air. He slapped my ass hard, making me groan, before he began to lick my asshole while he was fucking her.
This man was a dicksmith; that’s the only way I could describe the art of multitasking at this level. The tricks that he was pulling out of the bag had to come with a title and a credential.We were both moaning, Shareese was lightly scratching my hair, and I could feel her hands rubbing up and down my back.
Q leaned back and teased my ass with his finger. I tensed. He repositioned me again.
“Relax, Breeze,” he urged. His gentle tone was a complete contrast to how firm he slapped my ass.
He did it again, this time easing his whole finger inside my butt. I held my breath, then whimpered as my palms began to sweat. If his finger felt like this, I could only imagine what his dick would feel like invading me.
“You okay, baby?” He asked.
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Good.”
He leaned down and continued to lick as he eased his finger in and out slowly. His strokes had completely stopped to just about none, while he focused on ensuring I was comfortable.
Admittedly, the pressure that I was feeling stopped feeling invasive, and I welcomed it. His finger slid in and out of me, and his strokes sped back up.
“Oh, fuck!” Shareese whined as he fucked her deeper.
“Sha, stop crying and take this dick.”
He fucked her faster and harder. The harder his strokes got, the more her nails bore into my back and the faster his finger went. I was overwhelmed. And I never thought that I would be as aroused by the feeling of two sets of hands on me.
I could barely respond when I heard him say my name. Just as I was about to answer him, he slapped my ass.
“Yes?” I cried.
“You close?” He asked.
“Mhmm,” I answered.
“Sha, Breeze likes her hair pulled and to be choked while she’s cumming. Make her cum for me,” he said as he continued to bring us both closer to our release.
Shareese’s hands found their way to my hair and throat while I whimpered against her chest.
“I’m about to—”
“I know, baby,” he said as he went a bit harder.
Every time I thought I couldn’t cum harder, Quentin proved me wrong. And the fact that I was cumming this hard from being anally penetrated was mind-blowing. As I was cumming it was a domino effect. I could hear the aftermath of Shareese and Quentin both moaning through their own releases.
I was winded, and I almost collapsed, but I held myself up, careful not to crush Shareese with my body weight. Then I rolled to the side of her while I tried to catch my breath. Quentin got off the bed and walked toward the bathroom. I could hear water running while he stayed in there for a second.
When he came out, he wiped the mess that he had left on her stomach and then went back into the bathroom.
Then she got up and started digging in her suitcase for something. By the time he came out, he was watching her with the same curiosity as I was.
But then she turned around and held up three items. Hand ties, an eye mask, and earplugs.
“Come here, I want to play this game with you.” She said with a smirk on her face.
“Hell nah. I’m not about to let you tie me up,” he shook his head as I laughed.
“Q, you always want to be in control. Come here. I’ll tie you up loose enough for you to get out if you need to. Deal?” She bargained.
He didn’t say anything; he just walked over to the bed before looking at me. “If she starts acting crazy, untie me, B.” He laughed, but something told me he meant it.
