“That’s it, come, sir, please. I want to see you. Show me.”
And on her last word, Drake erupted all over himself, letting out a groan of satisfaction whilst ropes of cum splattered all over his stomach for Scarlett’s personal pleasure.
Thirty Three
Francis
Scarlett shifted against me, clearly wanting to go to Drake as he slowed his strokes and stared at her with lust-drunk eyes. As if he’d totally got off on her watching him. Guess we all had an exhibitionist streak. After all, our best friend was into voyeurism. You kind of had to be okay with being watched when Prescott was around.
“Sir, please… I want to taste you,” Scarlett panted out.
Drake was slow to rise, taking his time to stand up and walk across the bed to us. He stood in front of Scarlett. His head canted as he took her in as if assessing whether he was going to help her lick the cum from him or not. Then he put his hand out to her, offering the sticky liquid he’d got on it to her first. Scarlett didn’t hesitate to suck on his fingers, cleaning every last drop from his hand like it was her finest meal.
“Did you like that, little wisp?” he murmured, shifting closer. “Do you want some more?”
“Please.”
He wrapped his hand around the back of her head and directed her towards his stomach. With the way I’d chained her up, he was going to have to help her reach his body. He held onto the chains above her with his other hand and angled himself to allow her to lick the cum from him. Scarlett watched him as she did it. The way they stared at each other was almost mesmerising. The love and desire written all over their faces had me swallowing hard from the intensity of their feelings.
You’d think it would make me jealous to know how much she loved Drake and the others, but it didn’t. We were meant for each other. All four of us were hers, completely and irrevocably. We were each other’s too, forged in friendship and blood. Bound for life in a way few would understand.
When she’d cleaned up every part of him, he let her go to kneel in front of her. He cupped her face above my hand around her throat and brushed his thumb over her bottom lip.
“My good girl deserves her reward.”
She watched him lower himself further, his fingers sliding down her body until he circled her hips with his large hands. She shivered as he bent his head. There was no hesitation as his tongue sought out her clit. I continued to fuck her, groaning in her ear with each stroke.
“Oh god,” she cried out.
“That’s it, little whore, let him make you come.”
“Please, sir.”
Drake didn’t let up, licking her like a man fucking starving for a taste of his woman. And it pushed Scarlett over the edge. She shook with her climax, clenching down hard on my cock. I tightened my fingers around her throat, holding back from spilling my cum inside her. It was a heady experience having her come apart on me like this. The very best kind of ending.
Her head lolled when she was spent. Drake sat back on his hands, staring at her with a smug smile. I merely hammered into her harder until I was coming apart too, unable to help myself.
“Little whore,” I grunted, pressing my face into her hair.
I pulled away after placing a kiss on her shoulder, dropping down on the bed to catch my breath. She hung there, watching Drake, who was rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip. Reaching over to her ankles, I undid the cuffs and tossed away the bar, letting her close her legs even as my cum leaked from her pussy. I shifted up the bed to sit back against the headboard, leaving her there to wonder why I wasn’t letting her go.
“Frankie?”
The frown on her face made me want to wipe it away.
“Did you think it was just me and Drake?”
“What?”
There was a reason I’d only turned the lights above the bed on. Scarlett had no idea all four of us had been in the room the entire time. West and Prescott emerged from the shadows and knelt on the bed behind her.
“Hello, little lamb… you gave us quite the show.”
She turned her head, spying him coming around to her side and pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Prescott wasted no time leaning lower and covering her nipple with his mouth. She let out a moan as West came up behind her and pressed her back against him. I leant over, picked up the lube and chucked it over to him. He caught it before popping the cap open and giving me a wink. Drake shifted up to sit next to me, allowing Prescott to come around to her front and continue playing with her tits.
Prescott left her nipples a moment later to adjust the chains to give her more slack. Then he lowered her into his lap, forcing her to slide down on his cock. She didn’t have time to say anything as he kissed her, cupping the back of her head to angle her face. Scarlett let out a sharp gasp in Prescott’s mouth as West prepared her for what would happen next.