by Louisa Bacio
“Thank you,” he said when she was finished. He brushed back his hair, pushing it out of his eyes and off his forehead. She bit her lower lip, worrying it, and he wondered what she could be thinking, and then he knew. She’d shifted to the side, sliding her hand over his thigh and gripping his cock. His adrenaline spiked from zero to 150 in the space of a few pumps. He’d been on edge this entire time, and it didn’t take much to send his libido shooting.
Soft squeezes transitioned into a grand hand-job, one where the upstroke raised the tip of his cock out of the water, enough for her to lean over and tongue it. The contrast between the warmth of the bath and the smooth heat of her mouth… good Lord.
“Remember what I said,” she coaxed, “come as much as you want.”
He gritted his teeth. She may say that, but did she really mean it? He’d learned, over the past few months, it was better to hold out. Things ended when one climaxed too soon. Hell. She couldn’t expect him to be a superhero—able to withstand every temptation.
Nails scraped along the sides of his balls, adding an extra layer to the exquisite torture. “You know, if permission doesn’t work, I can order you to come for me. I want to feel you bursting in my hand. You want to make me happy, don’t you? Come.”
One grand squeeze, and a finger teased his anus, and there he went, spurting high out of the water. She continued to milk every drop, until she picked up a blue washcloth, dipped it in the water and cleaned him all off. The rough texture sent shivers through his system.
Those plump lips of hers nuzzled his neck. “Good boy. See how easy that was? Now, let’s finish getting you cleaned up. Why don’t we go lie in bed for a rest?”
His happy balls ached from the release. Usually, he’d be much more concerned about her coming first. If she wanted to ride him, then he’d need to get it up again, and fast. Hopefully, she’d be understanding.
Pushing the thought out of his mind, he focused on the comfort of the luxury towels. Barefoot and bare-assed, she walked from the bathroom into an adjoining room—the master bedroom. A monstrous four-poster, cherrywood bed took center stage. It was so huge, it looked as though Clarissa would need a stepstool to get up onto it.
Lucy lay in the center of the bed, a queen completely in her element. “Did you clean him all up for us, dear?” she asked.
“Yes, my love. He’s ready for whatever you have planned.”
Clarissa placed a foot on the rim of the bed and lifted up, sliding back the covers to reveal gorgeous cobalt silk sheets. With a pat to the spot beside her, she directed him up. As gracefully as possible, he climbed onto the bed. Once he was on his hands and knees, ass up in the air, he felt suddenly exposed.
Lucy leaned over and smacked his ass. “I didn’t expect you to offer up so fast.”
She went to spank him again, and he caught her hand. “Anything to please you.”
“Oh, you will,” she said. Clarissa snugged next to her, and the two of them watched him carefully. “Ready to start to play?”
His gut clenched, feeling the scenario flip. Here it came, what he’d been fearing and what he’d been hoping for—whatever reason they’d bought him.
Without any further warning, Lucy flipped over onto her stomach and opened the top drawer of the bedside dresser. It took a few beats for him to wrap his head around what she was holding—a double-headed, purple strap-on. One end slid into her, and the other? He gulped. He knew exactly where she wanted to thrust the other side.
“I’ve got this new toy,” she said, playful eyes looking up from behind her long lashes, “and I was hoping you’d try it out with us.”
“Do you plan to use that monster on Clarissa?” he asked.
“Not a chance when she has the real thing to play with,” Lucy said.
Traitor that it was, his cock jumped, and both sets of their eyes watched. Lucy crooked one finger in a “come hither” manner and patted the pillow next to her. He lay between them, expectant. After being filled with such bravery and sexy thoughts, he felt at a loss.
“Touch me,” Clarissa said, grabbing his hand and trailing it up the curve of her hip.
It was all he needed. This woman he knew like his own body. He moved in closer, cupping her breast, and leaning over to suck her nipple. He kneaded it between his front teeth, nipping gently, and she sighed, arching against his knee. He slid his hand between her legs, dipping into her wet pussy. With his thumb, he rubbed her clit while plunging two fingers inside her. She bit his shoulder, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. His cock expanded against her thigh.
Shifting his weight, he moved between her legs. She raised her knees, granting him better access. He pushed back the hood covering her clit and licked, alternating between long and slow, and short and fast flicks of his tongue. Her body tensed beneath him. Strung out.
Behind him, Lucy shifted her position. He looked over his shoulder, watching her swirl the dildo’s tip in her juices, getting it plenty wet, before pumping it into her. He wanted to use the obscene side standing up as a handle and fuck her with it, but Clarissa wrapped her legs around him, demanding attention.
“Hello, lover,” she said. She gripped his cock and moved it toward her entrance. “Are you going to greet me appropriately?”
“Oh yes.” He plunged into her, feeling the muscles in his lower back tensing up. Every time, it was heavenly, transcendental. He pumped his hips, settling into a rhythm.
“Harder. Faster,” she directed, until Clarissa’s cries of pleasure filled the room. It turned him on so much. The inner walls of her pussy caressed him, and at that moment he felt the movement behind him—Ms. Lucy.
She looked wicked with the purple cock jutting between her thighs. From the nightstand, she grabbed some lube and a condom, which she deftly slid over the dildo. She squeezed a liberal amount of anal glide over the rubber and on her index and middle finger.
Fuck, he hated to admit it, but he liked where this was going. He pressed into Clarissa, and she held him, bringing his face down to hers and kissing him. Before Lucy stuck her fingers in his ass, he anticipated the feeling—being taken by this pretty little Mistress.
“Relax for me,” she ordered, lubing him up.
His muscles screamed from the stretching, but soon enough she worked her fingers into his ass, and bit by bit fed in the strap-on. He’d never felt anything like it, and his cock swelled into Clarissa. Lucy must have picked a dildo narrow enough for his first time, but still the contrast of being taken while taking Clarissa was extraordinary.
The she-devil tested all his limits and pushed him further.
“Oh yes,” he said, bearing down farther onto the cock. “Give it to me.”
Pain flashed quickly and then ebbed away, and the pleasure took over.
“Impatient, are you?” She thrust, completely filling his ass. “Well, we did say you could have whatever you wanted.”
They moved in unison, grunts of pleasure chorusing off the stucco.
“How do you like that?” Lucy asked. “Being dominated, ass-fucked by a woman.”
Simply brilliant.
Under him, Clarissa turned her head to the side, the flush of another orgasm coming over her. He increased his pace, each back-thrust taking him onto the pseudo-cock. The added stimulation pushed him over, and he shot his wad into Clarissa.
Lucy’s thrusting grew harder, more frenzied, as her own pleasure racked her body. He moved with her, rubbing the pseudo-cock against her clit, until her orgasm hit and she collapsed on top of him.
With gentleness, she pulled out and flopped to the side. Completely exhausted, he lay between the warmth of the two women he loved.
“That’s two,” Clarissa said before giving him a kiss on his cheek. “How are you going to want to spend the next 20 hours?”
Let me count the ways.
About the Author
Louisa Bacio is the author of six erotic novels, including the paranormal series The Vampire, The Witch & The Werewolf, and numerous steamy st
ories. She was chosen as Best Lesbian Romance Author of 2015 by Author Classifieds.com. Drop in for a visit at www.louisabacio.com.
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