I said nothing.
I did nothing.
I simply waited…
"Cheeky, little sub." Max pulled my head back. He wasn't gentle, per se, but he didn't hurt me, either. He walked the line like an expert aerialist. "Garrett, why don't you show my sub what we do to cheeky subs?"
"My pleasure." With Max still holding my hair, Garrett cupped the underside of my jaw and shoved his cock so deep into my mouth that his tip tapped the back of my throat. He didn't tease or torment as Max often did. As soon as he was in, Garrett started thrusting, fast, hard, relentless strokes that had my eyes watering.
I swallowed furiously to keep from gagging and, somehow, still managed to suction my lips around him. Max stroked my throat as his friend fucked my mouth. The action was soothing, a counterpoint to Garrett's powerful thrusts.
"What would you like me to do, Sir?" Karen asked, her voice liquid velvet.
"Get the bed ready," Max ordered. "We won't be here much longer."
"Yes, Sir," Karen said.
At the same time, her husband said, "Good. As much as I love using her mouth, I'd much rather use my mouth on her, especially knowing how wet having a dick in her mouth makes her. I bet she's fucking dripping right now."
One hand remaining in my hair, Max speared my sex with the fingers of his opposite hand and pressed inside me. "You'd win that bet, my friend," Max said. "Her cunt is wet."
"Fucking A."
Garrett increased speed, and Max began drawing slow circles over my clit. The combo was lighter fluid on an already raging inferno.
The orgasm hit even as Karen said, "Bed's ready, Sir."
I barely heard the words over the blood pounding between my ears. I yanked against the onslaught of sensations. I considered it a fucking miracle I didn't bite Garrett as the climax rolled through me.
I was still spasming when, one hand still in my hair, the other still rubbing me, Max pulled me to my feet. My knees threatened to buckle, my legs to give out. I was relieved when he tossed me on the bed—or quite possibly, I fell on the bed. The relief, however, was quickly replaced by another shot of lust when Garrett rolled me onto my back, yanked me until my ass was hanging off the mattress and buried his face between my thighs.
"Fuck!" The word leaped from my mouth as my orgasm rocketed higher. I pushed at Garrett's head. "Too much. Too much."
Garrett didn't even slow down. He ate me deeper. God, his tongue was everywhere. In me, on my clit, in me again.
I was about to try pushing him away again when Sir grabbed my hands and positioned my hands over my head, my palms toward the ceiling.
"Kneel on her hands," he instructed Karen.
"Yes, Sir," she said and scrambled onto the bed. She placed a knee on my left hand, a knee on my right. Karen as a restraint, I'd never thought, never considered, never, never—
"Fuck!" I screamed as Garrett sucked my clit into his mouth, scraping it just ever so slightly with his teeth.
My vision blurred as bursts of white lights flashed and exploded behind my eyes. This was it, I briefly thought, this was how I would die.
I still couldn't see—or think straight—when someone sat me up and kissed me hard. It took my pleasure-addled brain a few moments to realize Max's mouth was on mine, a few more moments still to get my tongue to engage, but when I did, I kissed him right back. Our tongues tangled in a frenzy of emotion; it was a battle I'd lose. The loss, however, would be exquisite.
When he finally pulled back, he yanked me to my feet and spun me so I faced the bed. Karen and Garrett knelt together in the center of a mattress as big as the one in his—our—bedroom. Garrett was behind his wife, kissing her neck as he finger-fucked her the way he'd done to me, the way Max had, too. Karen had her head against Garrett's mountainous shoulder, and she thrust her hips madly against his hand.
Seeing them together sent a full-body shiver dancing through me, both the sight of what they were doing and the sight of tattoos—his and hers—that blended together. Karen and Garrett didn't wear wedding bands. Instead, they'd opted for something more permanent. She'd designed the two full sleeves of tattoos along his arms, and he'd designed the delicate latticework tattoo curving around her belly to her hip. Individually, each tattoo was a work of art, but like this, with his arm crossing her stomach, the web of ink looked like one piece of artwork. It was quite stunning. They were stunning. The way they loved each other was stunning.
"Garrett," Max said, "get on your back. I want to see your sub ride you while you get a second go at licking my little sub's pussy."
Garrett chuckled, but he didn't move to obey—just kept nipping at his wife's neck, kept working her sex. "Oh, I'll eat her pussy… just give me a second here. I've almost got her."
Before he'd finished the sentence, Karen's mouth froze in an "O" shape, and her body spasmed in a series of rhythmic jerks I'd already experienced multiple times tonight.
Max toyed with my nipples as Karen quivered. She was lovely in orgasm, so beautiful, in fact, that my internal body temperature climbed again. By the time Garrett's hand finally stilled, I feared I was already on the verge of coming again.
Garrett kissed his wife before tugging her with him as he lay on his back. He fastened his hands around her delicate waist and dragged her onto his groin as Sir positioned my knees on either side of Garrett's head so I faced Karen. Garrett released his wife's waist and took hold of me, pulling me down. At the first hint of his lips on my labia, Karen gripped the base of his cock and started the long, slow slide onto his thick erection. I watched her, enraptured as she let out a groan when he was fully encased inside her.
Max dipped his head and gave her right nipple a quick, suckling kiss as she began grinding her hips at a rapid pace. Her pert breasts shimmied as she moved, and I almost reached out to brush a finger over one of them, but Sir spoke, breaking the spell that had woven around me.
"I have a fun game, little subs…" Simultaneously, he stroked his index fingers along the sides of our necks. "It's called Who gets the pleasure of sucking my cock?"
Unable to help the smile seizing control of my face, I looked at Karen. Her eyes were glassy—she was already nearing climax again—but the sexy, challenging grin curling her pink lips piqued my inner competitor.
She winked at me. "Game on," she murmured.
"Game fucking on," I repeated.
Using his thumbs, Garrett peeled away the hood covering my clit, and I swore I could feel him shudder. "Glory hallelujah, she's dripping on me."
Never taking my eyes off Karen, I gave Garrett's chest a sweet caress and rolled my hips. "You're welcome."
His laughter rumbled against my pussy moments before he swirled his tongue into my opening. On a long, bliss-filled groan, my head fell back, and my jaw went slack. The next thing I knew, Max shoved his cock deep in my mouth, his erection heavy on my tongue.
"Mmm." Instinctively, I closed my lips around him and sucked him deeper.
Max clasped my head between his hands, pulled me toward him, and started pumping. His erection tapped the back of my throat with each thrust. Not that I minded. I loved pleasing Sir because he always made sure to return the pleasure I gave him tenfold. Besides, I was already ahead of him by, what, two orgasms?