Drilled

by Cole, Cassie

  Tex cleaned the table while I wrapped the baking dish in foil and put it in the fridge. I considered making a joke about pie for dessert but couldn’t think of one that was more clever than crude.

  “Well?” I said instead. “What’s my surprise?”

  “You know, you did a good job being patient tonight.”

  “I did,” I agreed. “But I’m all out of patience. I want my surprise!”

  “It’s upstairs.”

  “Is it, now?” I said as if that were a surprise.

  “Yes ma’am.”

  He took me by the hand and led me up the stairs, then into the spare bedroom. Everything looked the same as it had the day they’d moved in: a double bed across from a dresser, a leather recliner, and a stand mirror leaning against the wall.

  “Did you make the bed just for me?” I asked.

  “No…” he said, scratching his head. “I mean, I did make it. But I always do.”

  “You know how to impress a girl,” I said. “That isn’t my surprise, is it? A bed made with the perfect precision of a former army engineer?”

  Tex answered by going to the dresser and opening his laptop lid. He pulled up a program that was running—Skype, it looked like—and called someone.

  Almost instantly, Cas’s smiling face appeared. “Hey there.”

  “Oh!” I said with surprise. Then: “Oh…”

  Tex turned to me. “This might be too weird for you…”

  Back in college I tried the long-distance thing with a guy. It petered out after four months, but while it lasted we tried sex over Skype. Here, with Cas’s face grinning back at me, I was bombarded with memories. Sexy memories of locking my dorm room and positioning my laptop on the bed, aiming the camera just right… There was something scintillating about making a partner come from across a digital wire.

  “No,” I quickly said. “This isn’t too weird at all.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Positive. This is awesome.” I could feel their relief as if it were a palpable thing. “As long as it’s not weird for you two.”

  “Not even a little bit,” Cas said on the screen.

  “He likes to watch,” Tex reassured me.

  I eyed the computer. “Kai’s not hiding off-camera, is he?”

  Cas snorted. “Are you kidding? I made him get his own hotel room. On a different floor. Not even his snoring can penetrate that distance.”

  Penetrate. I tried to think of a joke and failed. I’d found myself speechless around them a lot lately.

  My heart pounded as Tex closed the bedroom door, then switched the Skype settings so it was split-screen: one half showing Cas, and the other half showing the view through our camera. Was this really happening? We stood around, looking at one another in that awkward moment where nobody knew what to say next.

  Well, if they were hesitant to make the first move, then I would just have to fix that.

  “You know what I would do if you were here?” I asked Cas.

  “Tell me,” he said, voice deepening. “Show me.”

  I pushed Tex onto the bed until he was sitting on the edge, then checked the laptop to make sure we were in view. We were, front and center.

  Slowly, I unbuckled Tex’s belt and removed his pants. “Something like this.”

  I was a quiet girl. I didn’t use foul language, something my parents had instilled in me but managed to stick as I grew older. I wasn’t very outgoing. The craziest thing I’d ever done was accost Cas in that bar that night. Before that? I couldn’t think of anything very adventurous. I even chickened out on getting nude during Senior Streak Day at college.

  But I watched my fair share of pornography. There was something sexy about the medium: videos of other people having sex. Complete strangers right in front of you, in intimate coupling. I like the amateur stuff, because then I knew it was a real couple—or group—rather than just actors moaning along to a script.

  But I’d never made a sex tape. And this was the next best thing. As I removed Tex’s underwear to reveal his semi-hard penis, I watched myself on the screen. It was an incredible experience even before the real fun began. It was like watching porn and starring in it at the same time. On my knees in front of Tex, his erection quickly growing? I looked hot.

  There was something so beautiful about the moment before sexual initiation. I loved it when I was on the receiving end: having a guy remove my panties, spreading my legs for him, and have him make his way down there. Feeling his hot breath on my skin and sex. The anticipation of contact just before it occurred. I did that with Tex—waited a moment with my head an inch away from his skin. Close enough to feel the warmth coming off it. Enough that he could feel my breath and yearn for me.

  With my head tilted so I could watch the computer, I gently took Tex’s tip into my mouth, wrapping my full lips around it. I let it linger there before pulling back out, my lips meeting in a kiss on the very tip of his head.

  “You like that?” I asked.

  “Hell yeah,” Cas said at the same time Tex moaned, “Mmm hmm.”

  I pulled my hair to one side and bent back over Tex’s hardness, this time pushing halfway down his shaft. I kept my lips as tight around him as I could, as much contact as possible while I moved up and down, feeling every unique feature as I went. Each time I went a little bit deeper, pretending it was my lower lips he was entering.

  On the screen, Cas sighed. I smiled around Tex’s shaft and watched him, and watched myself. I was good at this. I couldn’t stop looking at my kneeling shape, giving one heck of a good blowjob! This was as much a treat for me as it was for him.

  Tex pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it across the room, then leaned back on his hands. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, holding eye contact while my lips held physical contact with his most sensitive organ. I ran my hand over his chest, feeling the lines of his muscle, then scratched them back down. I reached underneath and cupped his coin purse, then used my other hand to grip his base.

  Looking up at him, I pushed as deep as I could go. I felt his head slide all the way into the back of my mouth, as far as I could handle. I couldn’t deep throat a guy all the way to his base—especially not someone as long as Tex!—but with one hand wrapped around him I was able to go as far as my fingers gripping the base. That was enough to make him tilt his head back.

  “I’m not gunna last very long…” Tex said. It was half warning, half moan.

  Good, I thought.

  I answered him by speeding up, telling him everything he needed to know. Up and down, my tongue flickering around the helmet-shaped head every time I pulled back far enough, then diving back down. My neck pulsed like a machine as I bobbed on him, a machine made for pleasure. It was all so erotic by itself, but knowing Cas was watching kicked everything up to a new level of intensity.

  I was pleasuring more than just Tex right now.

  Soon Tex was groaning in time with my sucking strokes. He put a hand on the back of my head and urged me faster, and I eagerly obliged him. With my free hand I quickly unbuttoned my own pants enough to reach down and rub myself, joining my own selfish pleasure to theirs.

  “Oh Lexa,” Tex rumbled. “Fuck, you feel good.”

  Darn right I do, I thought as I brought him closer to explosive climax.

  29

  Cas

  I was a watcher.

  Not a voyeur. I didn’t spy on people or anything else creepy like that, but I liked watching other people fuck. I’d first learned it when I stumbled into a night club in Chicago with a buddy after a night of bar-hopping. We assumed it was just a strip club… But boy were we wrong. Live couples on stage pleasuring each other as if nobody were there. Men and women. Women and women. Groups of both intermixed, a writhing mass of flesh.

  That was a hell of an experience. Now I visited that club every time I was back in Chicago.

  But this was even hotter.

  It was part of what made our girlfriend sharing so good: I loved watching my
close friends fuck a woman. Knowing the people involved made it all the more real—especially when it was a woman I had been with. It heightened it all in a way. Teasing that someone else was doing it rather than me.

  In the privacy of my hotel room I stroked myself. Not too fast. Just warming up. Getting into the groove while watching Lexa suck Tex off.

  And fuck, she was good. Absolutely incredible. It was like watching a work of art in a museum come to life.

  I was rock hard from the start, but became even harder by the time she was sucking him off rapidly, head bouncing up and down. She tilted her head sideways to watch the screen, which also gave me a great view of her red lips around the shaft. She rubbed down between her legs rapidly while working, as turned on by the whole thing as we were.

  Everything built to a vibrating intensity. I could tell Tex was close to coming by the way he was squirming on the bed. Pushing himself up onto his elbows.

  “Lexa,” he moaned, drawing her name out into half a dozen syllables. “I’m gunna come!”

  She needed no warning. As soon as he said that she lowered her head as far as she could go on him, practically deep throating all the way to his base. He clenched his fingers in her hair and roared with surprise, then ecstasy. Lexa kept her lips tight around his shaft, holding his cock inside her mouth while he came deep down her throat.

  I had to stop stroking myself because the scene was going to make me come if I continued. I guess I would be edging tonight.

  Only when Tex’s cries of pleasure subsided did Lexa pull back from his cock. She licked her lips, turned sideways toward the camera, and grinned. “That is what I would do if you were here.”

  Being included knocked me out of my dazed reverie. I cleared my throat and said, “Alright. You’ve convinced me. If I leave now I can be there in five hours.”

  Tex collapsed back onto the bed. “I’m dead.”

  “Hell of a way to go,” I said. Lexa giggled.

  Tex pushed back up on the sheets. His expression was slack with satisfaction. “And we haven’t even gotten to the surprise.”

  Lexa gave a start. “I thought this was the surprise?”

  “This is only part of it. The how, not the what.”

  “Now I’m really excited!”

  “So am I,” I said. This was all news to me too.

  Tex grabbed a handful of Lexa’s hair and pulled her lips to his, kissing her long and sensually. I felt the tiniest pang of jealousy that I wasn’t there kissing her lips too.

  Finally Tex broke off and grinned. “Next, Cas is going to tell us what to do.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yep. Whatever he demands, we’ll perform.”

  “I really like the sound of that,” I said, feeling myself harden again instantly.

  Alright. Lasting long might be a problem tonight.

  30

  Lexa

  Bringing one sexy man to climax while another watched was incredible. Feeling Tex tremble and orgasm underneath my touch while hearing Cas moan his pleasure across the internet. It made me feel sexy. It made me feel powerful.

  I almost orgasmed myself as Tex roared and filled my mouth with his seed. And then Tex slumped back on the bed and explained what would happen next.

  “I really like the sound of that,” Cas said on the computer screen, his beautiful face lighting up.

  “Me too,” I said. The idea sent a new type of tingle through my body. “Need a breather?”

  “Fuck that,” Cas said in his deep voice. “Tex, throw her on the bed.”

  I yelped as Tex grabbed me under the arms and tossed me on the bed, as instructed. I looked up at his chiseled body, with his penis still mostly hard and with a glistening bit of come on the tip.

  “Roll her over,” Cas commanded.

  Tex obeyed without hesitation, turning me onto my belly. I felt the cool air on my exposed cheeks.

  “Worship her ass.”

  I twisted to face the camera. “What does that—”

  My question turned into a surprised squeak as Tex fell upon my butt, squeezing it in both palms. Kneading it like dough. He kissed along either side tenderly as I sighed into the sheets.

  “Bury your face in it.”

  I gasped as Tex did exactly that, the bristles of his cheeks scratching in between my butt cheeks.

  “Eat it,” Cas instructed. “Eat her ass.”

  “I don’t know if…” My reticence turned into a moan of pleasure as Tex’s tongue licked up and down my tight little rosebud. I’d never done this before—and oh my God did it feel good! Forbidden and tickling and pleasurable all at the same time. Tex’s tongue flicked skillfully across it, giving me a wonderful rimjob.

  “You like that?”

  I realized Cas was talking to me. “Mmm hmm,” I said.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes!” I said with more enthusiasm than I expected.

  “Sounds like she does,” Cas said.

  Tex pulled out of my cheeks and rumbled with laughter. “I knew she would.”

  “Don’t stop!” I begged.

  “You heard the lady,” Cas said. “Get back in there.”

  The bristles on Tex’s cheeks scratched my own cheeks as he shoved his way back into my rump. His tongue flicked up and down, then went rigid and forced its way into my tight little hole, a sensation that felt better than I ever could have expected. Once his tongue was all the way inside he made it vibrate by humming, which almost made me climax instantly. Why hadn’t I ever tried this before?

  “Don’t stop,” Cas said. “I don’t want to see you coming up for air until Lexa has had enough.”

  Hearing Cas giving orders enhanced the act far more than it would have by itself. Like we were puppets before his gaze. I wished he was here, but this was a good alternative.

  Soon I was moaning into the soft sheets loudly. I couldn’t stop myself. Tex grabbed my butt cheeks with both hands and spread them wide so he could go deeper inside, moving back and forth, making love to me with his tongue. Being under their command, having something so naughty done to me, made me orgasm quickly and violently even without any other stimulation. I bucked on the bed, pushing my rump up into Tex’s face while screaming like I was dying.

  I don’t remember what happened next. I was laying on the bed, breathing heavily, when Tex came up behind me and kissed the back of my neck.

  “You okay?”

  “No,” I said.

  I felt him tense. “No?”

  “I’m much, much better than okay.”

  “Glad to hear it,” Cas said. “Because we’re not done here.”

  I twisted to look at the computer screen. “We’re not?”

  Cas grinned wickedly. “Nope. Tex, you ready to go?”

  “Fuck yeah I am.”

  “Take her like that. Flat on her belly.”

  I cleared my throat. “Who says I like it in this position?” I was totally bluffing: I loved this prone position and the intense angle it caused.

  Somehow, Cas’s smile deepened. “You don’t have a say in it tonight. That’s part of the fun.”

  And he was right: being completely out of control was strangely freeing. I looked back at Tex and said, “Better do as he says,” in my huskiest voice.

  I felt Tex’s thighs brush against mine as he straddled me, then guided himself up between my cheeks. I was perfectly wet to accept his tip, then the shaft as he leaned over me.

  “Do it,” Cas said in hardly more than a whisper. “Give her all of it.”

  He obeyed, pushing every inch of himself into me. Feeling the direct stimulation after the previous rimjob was like finally getting served a main course after too many appetizers; it knocked the breath out of my chest and filled me with deep pleasure. Tex half-sighed, half-groaned as his navel pushed up against my rump.

  I didn’t want him to hesitate; I was ready for it hard and fast and desperate. Fortunately, Cas felt the same way. “Fuck her,” he growled through the laptop speakers, eyes lidded as
he watched. “Fuck her hard.”

  Tex planted his muscular arms on either side of me and went into a push-up position, pulling back and then crashing into me. The intensity of the angle against my G-spot would normally have been too much to handle, but after everything else I was ready for it. Soon Tex was hammering me steadily, each time a little bit harder than before. It sent my body recoiling into the pillowy comforter with each thrust.

  My eyes wanted to clench shut from the intense pleasure, but I kept them open to watch Cas watching us. He bit his lower lip and watched with wide, starving eyes.

  “Give it to me,” I moaned. “Oh, Tex…”

  Sweat glistened on his arms as he jackhammered me; I leaned sideways and kissed it off his forearm, and he responded by leaning down and kissing the back of my hair. Unable to simply be a recipient, I pushed my butt up against him in time with his thrusts, smashing our parts together in wonderful synchronicity.

  My second orgasm sneaked up on me from the intensity of the angle. “Oh my God, oh God I’m coming,” I moaned, which made Tex thrust into me even faster.

  “Pull her hair.”

  Tex shifted his weight to one arm and used his now free hand to grab a fistful of hair, pulling on it forcefully and tilting my neck back. That was the final blow to my walls; my eyes clenched shut as I began to come, each of Tex’s thrusts rubbing against my G-spot like all the vibrators in the world focused on one point inside me. I screamed but couldn’t hear myself over the roaring sound in my ears as all my senses went numb; there was only my body, and Tex’s, and what his was doing to mine.

  My climax went on forever. Eventually I slumped into the bed, Tex’s manhood still deep inside of me and moving slower.

  “Did you come?” I asked.

  He chuckled. “Not yet. Was enjoying yours.”

  “Was it good?” Cas asked.

  “Holy crap, yes!”

  Tex moved slowly, in and out. Savoring the coupling.

  “It’s his turn,” Cas said. “If you can move.”

  “I think I can manage,” I said, grinding back against him.

  Cas added some authority to his tone. “Tex, lay on your back. Lexa’s going to ride you like a cowgirl.”