“I bet you taste good,” I whisper against her ear. “She getting nice and wet for you, Killer? How sweet is that pussy?” He rumbles in response, making her thighs tremble. I pry one of her hands from my arm and guide it to his head, making her touch him.
Grabbing blindly, she knits her fingers into his hair, toes curling. “Killian.” It’s said in this long, soft whine that makes his gaze bolt right up, and I know instantly what’s going through his head.
Killer lurches up, all stunned and frantic as he claws at his fly.
But I stop him. “Keep going.”
He freezes, nostrils flaring wide as he gestures to her pussy. “But she’s—”
“Still verbal,” I note, nodding toward her spread cunt. “Job’s not finished.”
He snaps his mouth shut, glowering mutely as he gets back to his knees. Story’s forehead is already damp with sweat when I ease her head back to my shoulder, soothing her.
“You want to come, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she gasps, Killian getting back to work. She puts her hand back in his hair, directing him lower, and then higher, and then lower. Seems she enjoys a little of everything, teeth digging into her bottom lip as she lets loose a strangled cry. At some point, Killian grows more determined than impatient, a challenge to be conquered, and he really starts throwing his back into it, lifting her up to fuck her with his tongue before rising to blast her clit. I keep her spread and ready for each return, not daring to bring her off myself.
Eventually, she really does go nonverbal.
She trembles, head thrown back as she bucks, panting, and I know she’s close when she finally pries her eyes open to look down at him.
Story is so pretty when she comes.
First, her eyes get all wide like she can’t believe what’s happening, even though we’ve been building toward it for ten minutes. Then, when the first shudder hits her, she lets out this series of nonsensical fricatives, pouring from her throat like she can’t help it. She gives this delicate little quiver, and I can just imagine what it’d feel like clenching around my dick.
The second the muscles in her thighs go lax, head collapsing back, Killian is tearing off his shirt. He runs it over the mess she’s made on his face, but it’s done hastily, an afterthought to the way he’s shoving his jeans down his thighs, hard cock springing free.
I can tell from the crazed, almost violent sharpness in his eyes that he wants nothing more than to pummel right into her.
But the second he curls close, looming over us like a horny, sex-crazed giant, I swat his hand away from his cock. “Start slow,” I explain at his outraged expression, shamelessly grabbing his dick and guiding it to her entrance. “She’s probably still sensitive. Jesus, dude, look at her. You’d be fucking her like a rag doll.”
“And?” he replies, and okay. Yeah. I doubt that’s really a turnoff, but he grits his teeth and lets me line him up, bracing his hands on the couch beside our heads. Waiting until I give him a nod, he gives his hips a little pointed jab. I don’t need to feel or see his cock slotting into her to know she’s taking him in. She arches her back, pushing her tits out, and I let Killer get a little deeper, cognizant of the knot of twitching muscle at the back of his jaw.
“Fuck,” he grits out, digging his fingers into the upholstery. “Fuck, she’s tight.”
“Yeah?” My dick gives an eager twitch, and I watch her eyes grow more alert with every slow, agonizing inch he sinks into her. She shifts around, hands hooking around his biceps, and it makes her ass grind into my dick. Hard as fucking nails here.
Killer’s cock is just as thick as the rest of him, and from the whine in her throat and the strain around his eyes, I’m betting it’s a nice stretch. Gently, I shush her. “You’re taking his cock so good, sweetheart. Almost there. Then he’s going to give you a second, okay?”
When he finally bottoms out, Killian twists his head to wipe the sweat from his brow, but his lips catch the fingers she has clamped around the muscle. For a moment, he just rests there, feeling her against his lips, eyes sliding closed.
When she wiggles her hips, making these restless, hitched breaths, I speak. “Come on, Killer, show our Lady how good you can be.” Giving him a pointed look, I add, “Show her you can be with her without making it hurt.”
He drags his hips back before fucking into her, nice and slow. Killian’s good at exercising every muscle except restraint, and I see him grappling with it now, hunger rippling through him with every flex of his hips. Story’s still boneless and breathless, but she’s present in the moment, watching him with her lip trapped between her teeth.