Faithful in Pleasure (10 page)

“A blindfold?”

“It will heighten the rest of your senses.” He trailed his fingers along her spine as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Every touch will seem more intense.”

She shivered, already agreeing with him.

“Cruz and Houston are in the bedroom. We’re going to make our way there slowly. Just hold on to me.”

His arm wrapped around her waist and tugged her close as they made their way down the hall toward the bedroom she’d spent time in yesterday. Her breathing sounded loud in her ears and competed with her galloping heartbeat. She could feel the cool air over her skin and wondered if they’d turned the air lower. Her nipples were hard points begging for attention while her thighs were wet with the slide of her natural lubricant. She wanted them now.

She heard the door open and felt bombarded with sensation as they entered. The room smelled musky, though she couldn’t quite place the scent, and she wondered if it was candles or incense. Music played softly in the background, a bluesy instrumental that made her think sultry and sexy.

Then there was the whisper of what she imagined was the bed being turned down. She thought she heard a chain clink, but Darius chose that moment to turn her toward him, hug her close, and kiss her senseless. She swore they floated across the room as he moved them until she felt the edge of the bed against her legs. He broke the kiss and pressed her down, so she sat on the edge.

“Let me help you,” he urged, his hands pressing, lifting, and easing as he maneuvered her just the way he wanted.

When he was finished, Melda was in what felt like the center of the bed. Someone ran his hands along her side, and her arms were tugged up above her head. Another set of hands took them, and she felt the brush of silk against her wrists followed by the snick of a cuff closing. Silken handcuffs? She wiggled a bit, testing them. She’d be able to turn and move, but she’d be prevented from grabbing them, holding them, or touching them in any way.

“Darius,” she pleaded as she shuddered against the soft slide of sheets.

“You should see how you look right now, Melda. Your mouth is red and damp from our kiss. Your nipples high and tight, just begging for attention. I can see how wet your pussy is every time you slide your thighs together trying to stop the ache. And you ache, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned in agreement. “Touch me. Please.”

She felt the soft brush of something wet over her nipple. Not a tongue. She wasn’t sure what it was. Then it traced across again.

“Is that…Is it a paintbrush?” She panted the question as she undulated on the bed.

“Very good,” Darius said. “We’re going to paint your body with some tasty choices. Chocolate. Butterscotch. Some cherries and whipped cream. You just need to lie real still so we get to enjoy every taste.”

“Oh, God,” she groaned and was rewarded with another one of his chuckles.

“I’ve always wanted to taste a human sundae. I’ve been thinking about it since yesterday. Imagined your body covered in chocolate, caramel, and butterscotch. A cherry placed strategically here and there.” She could feel someone tracing over her with a cherry, felt it rolling across her nipple. Then another one rolled over the other nipple. “Eating them off of you.”

Two mouths closed over her cherry covered nipples, plus whatever had been painted on before. They sucked in tandem, feeding from her and making her moan and thrash with pleasure. The mouths disappeared, and she felt the touch of several brushes over her skin. One painted along her clavicle, another along her hip, and a third across her thigh. Each stroke of the brush was followed by the slow glide of a tongue, licking away what had been painted on. Over and over again they painted and licked. Every part of her was tasted, from the inside of her wrist to the tips of her toes. Every part but the one part she wanted, the part where her juices spilled and waited to be licked up.

“Please,” she begged, lifting her hips up as she sought their touch there.

“What do you want?” Darius asked her.

“You know what I want. Taste me.”

Three mouths descended, licking and sucking at her flesh, but all of them avoided her pussy.

“Darius!”

“We’re licking.” His voice tickled against the inside of her right thigh. “Tasting. Isn’t this what you want?” His mouth edged higher to where she could almost feel the brush of his skin over her pussy lips. Then he stopped.

“Please.”

He bit and nipped the soft skin of her inner thigh, making her cry out. “Tell me what you want, Melda.”

“I want you to eat my pussy. I want you to make me come. Make me come.”

His chuckle washed over her skin again. “There. Was it so hard to tell me that?”

His lips danced over her folds, placing soft kisses along them. The other mouths disappeared, and she heard the rustle of clothing. Were they getting naked? Would she feel skin on skin?

“I decided to take a tip from Cruz yesterday,” Darius whispered against her pussy. “I’m going to let you set the pace here. You’re going to be given a cock to suck. As long as you suck, I’m going to eat this tasty little pussy you have. If you stop, I stop.” He ran his tongue up between her folds and flicked it around her clit before pulling back and blowing over the bud. “Do you understand?”

“Yes!” she cried out. She wanted them in her mouth, wanted to suck and taste their cocks. She wanted Darius eating her pussy again. It wouldn’t take long for her to come. She could already feel the excitement throwing her higher.

The bed shifted and she felt a tug at her hair sharp enough to send a brief jolt through her but not painful. Her head was turned slightly to the left and a cock brushed across her lips. She licked them, just brushing the head as it rubbed softly along her lips.

“Open wide, Melda,” Darius ordered, and she eagerly obeyed.

Her lips parted and the cock pressed in. She knew immediately who it was. Houston. She surrounded his cock and sucked greedily at him. Her tongue swirled around the head, rubbing over him, while her cheeks hollowed out as she drew from him. So good. It was so good. She almost lost it when Darius wrapped her clit with his lips and sucked hard on it. He used one long finger to thrust inside her, and that quickly, she was on the verge of orgasm.

She gave a low moan of pleasure, pressing her hips high as she fought through her own need to keep suckling Houston. One hand tangled in her hair, holding her in place as he thrust shallowly in and out. She was close, so close. Her hands fisted around the cuffs, tugging at them as she twisted and arched.

And then the men were gone.

Houston pulled free of her mouth, and Darius moved away from her pussy.

“No!” she screamed, tossing her head back and forth. “Don’t stop!”

She could hear shifting movement then was startled by the sound and sensation that followed. She’d never thought of the sound a can of whipped topping made as you sprayed it. Now she’d never forget it as she felt each of her nipples being covered before the can slid down her abdomen, tracing a path but not spraying again until it reached her clit. Another dollop of cream was left there. A line of the sweet topping trailed over her pussy lips then slid lower still until she felt the nozzle tease her opening. Would they really?

She cried out as the sweet cream sprayed inside, spilling from her cunt to slide down between her back cheeks. Oh, God! She could hardly wait.

All three mouths lowered to slide over her skin. Both nipples were taken and sucked greedily, while another danced along her pussy lips, somehow managing to avoid her clit and opening. It was sheer torture and ultimate pleasure all wrapped in one.

Finally, when she was ready to scream, one mouth popped free of her breast. She automatically turned to the right and licked her lips, leaving them slightly parted in invitation. When the cock slid deep between her lips, Darius found her clit and sucked the cream off.

She moaned around Cruz’s cock, eagerly sucking as she thrust her hips up at Darius. Houston was still suckling her nipple, though now she could feel him looming over her as he worked his mouth back and forth between both swollen tips. Darius continued to lick and suck her pussy, making quick work of the remaining cream before easing down and dipping his tongue inside to lap at the melted remains of what had been sprayed in her.

She moaned and sucked Cruz as she lifted to ride Darius’s tongue. She flexed and pulled at the cuffs, desperate for them not to stop this time.

Cruz pulled back, and she cried out at the loss. “More! More!” She begged and pleaded, knowing Darius would pull away again when she was so close.

He rammed his tongue deep, swirled it around her inner walls, then pulled back, wrapping his lips around her hole and sucking gently on it.

“Oh, God!” she screamed, so close yet still unable to orgasm. And Darius pulled away. “No. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She was almost sobbing with need.

“Shhh, sweetheart. I’m going to make you come. I promise.” His groan filled the air as he slid up the bed, his flesh brushing hers as he lay beside her.

She turned toward him, her mouth latching onto his skin everywhere she could reach, sucking and licking at him before nipping him with her teeth. She rolled her body, rubbing against his as she sought enough sensation to send her into orgasm.

“Just a sec,” he whispered. “Let me roll this condom on, so I can be inside you when you come. I want to feel your pussy squeezing and suckling my cock while you come and come. I want to feel you milk my release from my dick.”

She moaned and let his hands guide her, so he could slide under her and turn her to put her on his chest. Other hands reached out to hold her and help her as the cuffs prevented her from rising up on her knees over him. She slid her knees out to rest beside his hips and lifted just enough for him to slip a hand between them and hold his cock in place for her to glide down on.

“Oh, yeah,” Darius groaned. “That’s it. Take my dick. Take it all. Pussy feels so good. God, yes, Melda,” he hissed out between his teeth as she took the last few inches to seat him fully inside her. She tried to move, to fuck, to ride, but his hands gripped her hips and held her still against him. “Just a minute, sweetheart. Let Cruz get in place so he can feel that ass around his cock. Then Houston’s going to give you his cock to suck on while we pleasure you.”

“Yes,” she moaned, arching her back just enough to lift her ass for Cruz.

She felt the slide of his slick fingers between her cheeks as he rubbed lube over her anus. He pulled back but returned with more lube and immediately thrust two fingers in her backdoor, rubbing and spreading them as he fucked her. She was panting and moaning when he finally pulled them free. Then she felt the press of his cock. She lowered her head to Darius’s chest and licked and nipped at his chest as she searched for his nipple. She finally found the disc and worked it to a hard point as Cruz worked his cock in her ass.

She bit down, giving it a nip and tug that had Darius crying out, his hands flexing on her hips as Cruz slid deep.

“Houston,” Darius grunted. “Give her something to suck.”

Her head was gently tugged up, and she heard Houston’s laugh just before he rubbed his cock over her lips and pushed inside. She took him in, sucking the head and swirling her tongue around him. Darius pulled away and thrust hard back up into her. Cruz pulled almost out then surged hard and deep again. They were all moaning and thrashing, and the room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking.

Houston was fucking her mouth, pressing his cock briefly into the back of her throat before pulling back and giving her a few shallow thrusts. She wasn’t sure how he had positioned himself to have full access to her mouth with the way her cuffed hands compromised her maneuverability, but he managed.

She could feel her body growing taut as a bow, all her muscles clenching tight as she reached for orgasm.

Darius slid a hand down between their bodies, finding her clit and strumming it with his fingers. “That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me.” He rubbed, pinched and tugged. “Come for me,” he commanded again, and she broke.

Pleasure flooded her, breaking her control as she struggled to keep sucking Houston, but his cock pulled free before she could bring him to orgasm. Her cries of ecstasy filled the room. Darius quickly joined her, and Cruz called her name as he followed close after. They collapsed in a heap on the bed with her briefly crushed between the two men before Cruz placed a kiss on her shoulder and rolled free. Darius took her mouth in a soft kiss as he tugged the blindfold off.

Melda blinked several times as she brought the room into focus. The first thing she saw was Darius. His eyes were filled with satisfaction. She was just getting ready to nuzzle up to him when a hand gripped her from behind.

“My turn,” Houston said as he pulled her up off of Darius and onto her knees.

Darius’s cock slipped free, but he didn’t seem to mind as his hands slid up to cup her breasts and lift them toward his mouth as he moved down a bit.

She felt the sheathed tip of Houston’s cock at her pussy and pressed back into him. He slammed deep and rode her hard and fast. Darius worked her nipples with his mouth and fingers while the sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the air. She turned her head at a noise and saw Cruz leaning in the bathroom doorway watching them. There was no jealousy, no anger, just a smile as if he were enjoying the show and remembering how he’d just been doing the same to her ass.

Houston gripped her curls with one hand and pulled at her hair, arching her head back. She could feel the slight tug at her scalp and reveled in the edge of pain.

“Christ, I want to come all over you, want to see it glistening on your skin. I want to paint you in cum. You make me feel like an animal, like I need to mark you as mine, as ours.”

She moaned, unable to form words as the vision filled her mind and sent her quaking with another orgasm. She could picture it well. The three of them towering over her, jacking their cocks off and spraying her with thick ropes of cum. Her mouth would be open, greedy for a taste. Her hands lifting and holding her breasts, wanting to feel the hot liquid there. Her legs splayed as she lifted her hips, inviting them to cover every inch of her. Yes, she wanted them to mark her.