by Eileen Green
“Love what?” JC asked as he walked out of the bathroom and up to the bed. In his hands, he held a wadded towel.
“Skye has agreed to have her pussy waxed for us. I was telling her she’ll love it.” Brock leaned forward and placed a kiss on her knee. “And, we’ll love it, too.”
JC crawled onto the bed and sat down by her legs near where he left the towel. “Yes, we will. We’ll be able to see when it’s wet with your arousal. We’ll be able to smell you, and there will be nothing deterring us from feeling its peachy smoothness.”
She didn’t know why, but their words caused a quick flow of liquid to ooze from said pussy. They always did. Heat suffused her body, and it became hotter as JC opened the towel to reveal a new butt plug, bigger than the last one she had worn, and a pink silicone dildo.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Chapter Seventeen
Skye’s gasp had Brock following her eyes down to the two items on the towel. They were the ones he had brought out of the playroom when they were finished with the tour of his place. A butt plug that was slightly larger than the last one they had used on her, and a vibrating dildo.
After a quick glance at JC, who looked as puzzled, Brock let his gaze slide back up to Skye’s. Apprehension swam in the depths of her crystal blue eyes and he had to wonder which one of the items was causing it.
With his hand still gliding up and down her leg, he held her gaze. “You just have to let yourself feel, little one. Relax and enjoy what we do to you…for you.”
Her head nodded as she took a deep breath.
Looking at her cast, Brock felt gratitude to the man upstairs that he was the one who took the bullets meant for Skye. He knew he loved her from the moment he spotted her sitting by herself at the club that first night and she looked so sad and desolate. He wouldn’t know what he would have done if he had lost her the day of the shooting. He would gladly die for her if need be, but he prayed he could have a long life with her, to make her happy and show her how love could be.
Leaning forward, he laid a kiss on her smooth skin. Her skin was still warm from the shower and she smelled like soap. Most of all, he could smell her arousal.
Carefully, he shifted himself around so that he splayed himself between her legs and looked at her pussy. Her labia were parted so that he could see the dark pink of her inner folds, all of which glistened with her juices.
Glancing up, he found her looking at him, curiosity written on her face. “Hasn’t anyone ever really looked at you here before, Skye?” He had to know. When they had gone down on her before, their own arousals got the better of them and they hadn’t worshipped her cunt the way they should have.
Her head shook as she continued to watch him. A blush kissed her cheeks, which made her so damn cute.
She also looked so vulnerable as she gazed down the length of her body at him. Smiling up at her, he winked before pressing his mouth to her. He sucked her lower lips into his mouth as he slid his tongue in between them.
Unprepared, he wound up with her pubic bone smashing into his nose as her hips bucked up against him, and part of her cast smashing into his head as she brought her hand down on him.
“Oh, my gawd!” she exclaimed and her hand moved away from him. She sat up suddenly, her hips moving back down to the bed. “I’m so sorry!”
Blinking back the tears that threatened to appear from the pain in his nose, he quickly moved up to his knees. “Sweetheart, it’s all right,” he said as he pulled her into his arms. “I must have shocked you. I’m sorry.”
“I-I…” she stuttered against his shoulder. Then, she went on to explain softly, “It’s been a little bit and I guess I’m a little sensitive.”
Releasing her a bit and gazing upon her face, Brock wanted to make sure she was all right. “Is it okay to keep going?” he asked.
Quickly, Skye nodded her head, a smile on her face. She reminded him of a little girl wanting the toy he offered her. He helped her lay back as JC moved around to the other side of her.
Once she was lying back, her head and shoulders on the pillows, JC moved a pillow under her cast so she’d be comfortable. Brock laid back down on his stomach facing her cunt.
“I’m going to enjoy your pussy right now, little one.” With that, he used his hands to spread her nether lips and then ran his tongue from her perineum to her clit.
Skye must have been using some restraint as she kept her hips down, but her thighs quivered.
Brock circled the hard nub that was sticking out from under its hooded protection and he felt it swell even more. He could hear her moaning from his ministrations as he continued to tease her clit.
Her hips dipped and swayed as he flicked at the nub, and then he would scrape his upper teeth on it. Her moans grew louder as he went along, letting him know she enjoyed what he was doing.
Moving his right hand, he put a finger to her pussy opening and just rimmed it, repeatedly. Her hips danced, but not enough to throw him off like the last time. He knew she enjoyed this.
Continuing, he could feel liquid oozing from her, coating his finger. She was very responsive and that pleased him. She may not have had very much experience with sex, but he knew that he and JC were happy to be the ones to show her the joys of sex.
With her moans growing louder and her thighs quivering on the sides of his head, he knew she was close. Slipping his finger inside her, he twisted his hand so that the pad of his finger could feel around for her sweet spot.
When he found it, Brock was prepared for her hips to thrust upwards. They rose slightly, and when he didn’t get the response he expected, he looked up to find JC’s hand on her lower stomach, keeping her grounded.
Thank you, JC!
Running his teeth over her clit at the same time he ran his finger back and forth across her g-spot, Skye’s thighs gripped his head in what felt like a strangle hold. Her inner walls tightened around his finger as they fluttered with her orgasm. She cried out as she surfed the waves that must have taken hold of her.
When he felt the orgasm wane, he lifted his head and pulled his finger out of her. Rising on his knees, he looked at his woman.
Skye panted for breath, as her eyes were open and glazed over, her hips and thighs still twitching. A bright red flush had settled, not only on her face, but on her neck and chest also. Her blond hair was wild around her head where she had probably shaken her head back and forth on the pillow.
Their woman was beautiful and it hurt him that she didn’t believe it. He only wished she could see herself as they did.
A plan had been forming in his head, but for now, he wanted to make sure she was well satisfied.
Pushing two fingers back into her pussy, he curled his fingers so they contacted her sweet spot. He began to thrust his fingers in and out of her at a rapid pace, swiping across that spongy area repeatedly. He felt her walls tighten and flutter and before he knew it, liquid squirted out of her pussy, gushing out over his hand and onto the sheet.
“Oh, will you look at that!” cried out JC.
“What the hell?” exclaimed Skye. “I’m so sorry!”
JC leaned up so that he was looking down at Skye. “Sorry for what, baby girl?”
That her face was flushed, she still looked a bit scared. “I wet the bed.”
Jeez, she is so fucking innocent!
“No, darlin’. You didn’t. You came all over Brock’s hand,” JC explained before he laid a kiss on her lips. “Did you not know you could do that?”
Her head moved back and forth as she looked up at Brock. “I didn’t know anyone could do that.” She looked contrite. “I’m sorry that I ruined the mood.”
JC slid his right hand up to cup her face, and she let her gaze move back to him. “You didn’t ruin the mood. You just didn’t understand. Can Brock continue? Do you want to do it once more?”
A peaceful eager look appeared on her face as she nodded. “Yes, please.”
JC leaned in and whispered something in her ear
, causing her eyes to shift downward. When she didn’t do whatever he told her to, he slapped her lightly on her cheek. “Say it,” he demanded of her.
At first, she looked a bit shocked, but then, she whispered, with a small smile on her lips, “I would like to please you, Sir. May I come again for you?”
JC looked pleased as he glanced over at Brock.
Pride welled up in Brock at what Skye had already endured tonight along with the lessons she had learned. Oh, she was doing wonderful.
“Of course, little one. You are being so good, you deserve it,” Brock said as he pressed his fingers back into her cunt.
He held her eyes as he pumped his fingers in and out of her again, starting slow at first. As he quickened the motion, he felt her silky wet walls begin to tremble, as did her thighs. Her stomach undulated a bit also which Brock liked to look at.
She is so perfect for us!
Thrusting faster and faster, Brock watched as she tossed her head back and forth while her moans gained in volume and frequency. Her hips rose off the bed as if trying to get him to go deeper.
Her inner walls became a vise around him as her body froze and a scream erupted from her. Cum squirted out of her, this time going further and splashing his knees with hot liquid.
Her scream continued as she rode out her climax, the flush creeping up on her body. She was such a wonder to behold.
Her cunt held his fingers, seemingly strangling them for nearly a minute before they were released. She had quieted down, but small moans escaped her between gasps for air.
After pulling his fingers out of her, he bent down and kissed her pussy, letting his tongue collect the juices that remained on her. She tasted sweet like sugar with a hint of musk, but it was a taste to which he was becoming addicted.
Brock rose until he leaned over her body and he laid his mouth upon hers. He had seen the hesitancy in her eyes, but he wanted her to experience what he had pertaining to her flavor.
At first, he felt her try to pull back from the kiss, but then he felt her lips move against his. Delight coursed through him when her mouth opened under his and her tongue swept across his lips. He heard a moan escape in her throat as her left hand came up and slid around to the back of his head, holding him to her.
Opening his own mouth, he swept his tongue past her teeth and tasted the inside of her mouth, searching each area, committing to memory how she felt and tasted. She kissed him back with an abandon that sent a thrill through him.
There was so much to teach her and for her to experience. He was glad it would be him and JC that would be with her through it all.
***
Terror had wracked her body when Brock leaned over her and came down to kiss her. His lips were wet with her cum and he wanted to kiss her? What was wrong with this man?
Then his words flitted through her mind as if they were a butterfly traipsing through a garden on a breeze. He had said, “You just have to let yourself feel, little one. Relax and enjoy what we do to you…for you.” That’s what she was going to do, or at least do it the best she could.
Relaxing her body, and her mind, she reveled in the caress of his tongue on hers and then moving through her mouth. The taste she got of herself was different, but it wasn’t as repulsive as she thought it would be.
When Brock pulled out of the kiss, she let her tongue run across his lips in one last attempt to taste herself. A groan emanated from him before he left one last peck on her lips.
Releasing his head, she lowered her eyelids for she feared looking at him. Would he be upset that she wanted to prolong the kiss?
“Skye, look at me,” he insisted, his hand cupping her face. It was a couple of seconds before she did as he requested. In the depths of his eyes, she saw his love for her. Delight glittered within his dark blue eyes as a smile touched his lips. “Did you like that?”
Words escaped her for a moment as she became lost in his gaze. She had to wonder how she had become so lucky that these two men had found her. Drawing on her brevity, she nodded. “I did,” she whispered.
“Good. We’re going to open you up like a book, little one. You will experience things you never even imagined.” Brock smiled as he spoke, right before he looked over at JC. “Now, it’s JC’s turn to make you feel good, and then we need to get some sleep.”
“Okay.” Her words were still whispered as she felt herself heat again. Oh, my! What else do they have planned?
JC leaned over and kissed her, letting his lips linger on hers as she felt the bed shift under Brock’s weight as he moved around. When JC pulled away, she found Brock had moved to her left and laid on his side, his head resting on his hand.
Her hand connected with Brock’s left one as it lay between them. Her eyes flitted to the bandages on his arm. She owed him her life for he took two bullets that were meant for her.
The mattress dipped as JC moved around until he was between her legs. She felt something soft and jelly-like at her vaginal opening, rubbing around a bit. Her breath was taken away when it began to push inward and Skye knew he was inserting the dildo in her.
It wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. It felt as if one of the men were pushing their cock into her. When it seemed to fill all of her, she saw an amused look on JC’s face.
Uh-oh.
Slowly, he began to pull it out, and then he pushed it back in. He did this several times before he held it fully inside her. A vibration began within her that felt oh, so heavenly. Her pussy tightened around the device as a fuse sparked inside her.
As he held just the end of the vibrator at her opening, JC’s thumb circled her clit. It also caught fire and raced with the zings of pleasure in her pussy. The coil of pleasure within her pulled slowly together as it became tighter with each passing second. When it was wound as far as it could go, her cunt exploded in orgasm.
Rippling sensations coursed through her body as her pussy tingled and throbbed deep within her. Her breath caught in her throat as a strangled cry sounded in her ears. Dark spots swam in her eyesight as she looked at Brock while a new sensation beat in her anus. She realized JC was pushing in the butt plug also, prolonging her climax as it pressed against the vibrator through the thin membrane.
Riding the tsunami of pleasure that coursed through, her mind became fuzzier. The spots in her eyes began to connect, like an odd dot-t- dot game and soon, the darkness overtook her and she drifted away on the blissful sleep of orgasm.
Chapter Eighteen
Movement woke JC. Opening his eyes quickly, he saw that it was still nighttime according to the windows on both sides of the fireplace he faced. He had shifted sometime during the night so that his back was to Skye, but he felt her trying to scoot down to the foot of the bed.
“What’s the matter, darlin’?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep.
“Have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back. Also, Brock’s going to need his pain medication soon.” She now stood at the end of the bed.
“What about you? Do you need some also?” JC asked as he pushed the bedding aside and stood.
His breath caught in his throat as he gazed upon her shadowed form. Light from the streetlamp across the street bathed her in highlights and shadows, revealing a different kind of beauty from her.
An ethereal light that showed all her delicious dips and curves. He liked what he saw, and he wanted that body under his, but he had to take care of her before he could make love to her. “I’ll be right back,” he said as he headed for the kitchen.
“I can get it,” she said as she reached out for his hand. “I’m sorry I woke you.”
JC stepped up to her and took her face in his hands making her look at him. “I’m here for you, Skye. We’re here for you. We worry about you, and we want to take care of you, so let us.”
He saw her eyes flutter downwards before she looked back up at him as she nodded. “Okay. I am in some pain.”
“I’ll grab your pills also,” he said before leaning down and kissing her
lips. “I’ll be right back.”
They headed in opposite directions, her to the bathroom, and he walked down the hallway to the kitchen. Again, light from outside flooded the great room, game area, and kitchen in a softer light thanks to the tint on the windows. He would need to pull the curtains before he slipped back into bed next to Skye. She and Brock would both probably sleep longer after taking their painkillers in the middle of the night.
Grabbing a couple of bottles of water and the two prescription bottles from the counter, he headed back into the bedroom. His heart nearly stopped in his chest and it seemed as if all his blood flowed straight to his cock when he spotted Skye’s ass sticking out as she tried to climb into bed.
Her ass was perfect. Wide hips and she had a bubble in the back that gave it substance. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock between those cheeks and bury it deep within her, but now was not the time.
Opening one of the bottles as he stepped up next to the bed, he handed the bottle to Skye. He then popped out two of the Oxycodone tablets for her and placed them in her mouth.
As she drank them down with the water, he went around to Brock’s side of the bed and set the man’s bottle of pills and a bottle of water down on the nightstand. Skye had left the bathroom light on, which gave some illumination to that side of the bedroom so Brock would be able to see when he woke up.
JC went around the room and pulled the dark cottony material across the windows before he climbed back into bed next to Skye. She was on her left side facing Brock, so JC plastered himself to her backside, sliding his arm around her waist and holding her close. Raining kisses on her shoulder, he heard her sigh as she let her body relax.
It was hard to believe it had only been three, nope, four, days since the shooting. He couldn’t believe how close he had come to losing her, especially since they had just found her. The thought of living the rest of his life with another woman lost to him would have been unbearable. Would he have been able to pull himself out of the hole this time?
Thankfully, he didn’t have to find out now.