I continue short thrusts, careful not to go too deep.
“Give her what she wants, love.” I pick up the pace, knowing he’s close.
“Oh… fuck, yes!”
Clay comes splashing on her tongue, cheek, and down her chin. Jo licks everything she can reach. Greedy. Messy. I’m toast.
I drop his leg to the floor, and I grab his shoulders. Fucking him hard and fast. Losing all control. The force is pushing the couch forward.
“I want her to see me running out of you and crave it.” One final thrust and I fill him up. Pulse after pulse, I fill him up. My vision is spinning with the force of it.
I pull out of Clay, slowly. “Don’t move, love.” I pant as I try to catch my breath. Sex is sweaty and messy. Just the way it should be.
My hands hold him open again, and I use a finger to play with my cum inside of him.
“So full.”
Some of it starts to run out, and I turn him so Jo can see.
“Are you ready, Jo? Do you want me to fill you up, too?”
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“Yes.” Falls from my lips at Grant’s question.
Am I dead?
I’m not sure what universe I’ve landed in, but I’m never leaving.
My clit is throbbing, and my entire body is on fire. But watching them. It might be my new favorite activity, except I want that to be me. Grant is right. This is making me hot, horny, and so very wet.
The look of pure pleasure on Clay’s face makes me want to experience it. I don’t even know how his legs are holding him up. Grant still looks hungry.
Damn.
I test the ropes again, hoping that one will slip free so I can at least touch myself. But it’s no use.
“Fuck.” I curse softly in my attempts to get free.
“Something you want to share, Jo?”
I know what he wants, but the stubborn side of me doesn’t want to give in.
Clay moves closer as he eyes the wet spot I’ve left on the chair and swipes his fingers over my clit. I moan loudly at the contact. I’m desperate for it.
“I think she’s close, Grant. Look what we did to her.”
Clay’s fingers continue stroking slowly, knowing that they won’t push me over, just keeping me on the edge.
“You made a mess of her, love. You'd better clean her up.” Clay's tongue glides over every drop of his own cum. My mind goes blank with every touch, and my head rolls back as I try to move my hips forward. I need more.
“Jo, tell me what you need?”
“I need to come! Please!” I don’t care how I sound. I need to come right now. I can’t take it anymore.
Hot lips suck hard on my clit as two thick fingers push into my sex.