She grabbed one of his arms and explained what she was doing to him. “I’m going to remove three of your five senses. You won’t be able to touch us, see us, or hear us. The goal here is for you to just be able to feel.” She explained.
His eyes shot over to me. I shrugged; I was just a student. I wanted to see where this was going too. She tied one hand.
“Loose enough?” he shook it gently and nodded.
“Good,” she said before she tied the other. Then she put the earbuds in his ear and put the eye mask around his head but didn’t pull it down.
She leaned down and kissed him, cupping his cheeks between her hands, and then she pulled down the blindfold. I watched as she got off the bed and motioned for us to switch positions, so I walked to her side as we both got into bed.
She started to suck Q’s dick, then curled her finger and motioned for me to come join her. It may have taken me a minute, but I could see why she had tied him up. Normally, he could control what we did. If he wanted us to go faster or slower,but right now, he possessed none of that power. He just had to lie there and take it.
For the most part, Q would be vocal during sex but only to talk. But with both Shareese and me sucking his dick, coupled with the fact that he couldn’t hear himself, he was losing his mind. The fact that he even had enough dick for two people to suck at once was confirmation of how heavy it was.
I was focused on the task. I didn’t even realize that Quentin had freed himself and was enjoying the show until I felt his hand in my hair. He leaned up and stopped us. I chuckled because I knew that he wasn’t going to let us reverse the roles for too long. Though he lasted longer than I had expected.
“Come here,” he said, finally breaking his silence.
I crawled toward the head of the bed. He turned me on my side and entered me from behind. He had one of my legs in the crook of his arm, the other applying slight pressure around my neck. Shareese came up to us, sat on her knees, leaned forward, and kissed him.
“B?” he said in a breathy moan.
“Hmm?” I answered.
“Open your eyes, tell Sha how good I’m fucking you,” he demanded.
“It’s so fucking good,” I admitted with my head still back, disregarding what he had asked me to do.
“Is it?” He taunted as he pinched my clit.
“You look so pretty being fucked,” Shareese said.
Quentin’s fingers pressed lightly against my jaw and guided my face toward Shareese. Her doe-shaped eyes watched me intently as her hands cupped her breasts.
“Don’t ignore her, B. Sha is talking to you,” he said against my neck.
I hesitated for half a second, then I felt the wetness of his tongue against my skin.
“Acknowledge her.” He nudged my chin.
“Thank you,” I groaned.
“Nah, mean that shit,” he urged. I felt my body quaking against him. His tempo went to the speed of a slow, deliberate victory clap. Heat crept up my chest, and I struggled to keep my eyes open through the pressure, but I didn’t turn away from her. Quentin was pushing my boundaries in a way that only he could.
“I love that you’re watching,” I moaned. The grip on my neck tightened, and so did the one on my hip. I knew that Q was about to cum.
“Why?” He persisted. Urging me to admit out loud what I had already come to terms with internally.
At first, I didn’t answer, and then he went slower, harder, and deeper. Drilling the answer out of me.
“Eyes open, Breeze. You turned on by Sha watching you? Does she make your pussy wetter?” He gritted. Shareese’s eyes now held flames as she watched intently.
“Yes!” I cried, shook, and came with no announcement all over his dick. His grip got weaker, and he pulled out of me and released. The rapid rise and fall of our chests were indications that we were both worn out. Shareese watched us with lust in her eyes, tangled in each other. A small smile tugged at her lips.
“I’m going to start the shower,” she said lowly.
Q and I just lay there, coated in each other’s juices for the better part of five minutes before he peeled himself from the mattress, and then he picked me up and carried me into the shower. I leaned against the wall, needing all the support that I could get.
We showered and got into bed. I lay on Q’s chest, tucked snugly underneath his body, and it was lights out.
