#sageispunk

“Mhmm, now sit still…you’re gonna mess me up.”

Kittie was playing faintly on your stereo behind you, coming off the nu metal mixtape you put together last week. Jeffrey watched as you continued to work on his face. The two of you were seated in front of your brightly lit, custom-made vanity. You straddled the fluffy brown bench and he sat in front of you, leaning forward in the chair he pulled over from across the room.

You could feel his pretty green eyes on you as you held his jaw sturdy with one hand, using the other to very carefully pen the eyeliner along his lower lash line. You didn’t want to do too much but you knew that he was okay with you playing around a little bit on his face. You could tell he was enjoying himself by the way he blushed and giggled after you’d mindlessly commented about his perfect facial structure while you were finishing up his smokey eye.

Sitting back, you scanned his face to make sure everything was symmetrical. His eyes followed yours, going back and forth until you looked away, twisting to retrieve something from the cluttered vanity.

Jeffrey tried not to stare but he couldn’t help but watch the way your body stretched and the way your clothes pulled around the curves of your body. The thin leopard print halter top you wore began to rise up on your tummy, giving him a sneak peek of the softness he was eager to lay his lips on.

The moth tattoos on the tops of both of your thighs were creeping out from under your black denim shorts. His fingers twitched in his lap, he wanted to trace them along the lines, softly, enough to get you to finally let your walls down for him.

In the few years that you’d known one another, there was almost no separating you. You’d traveled together to matches, and despite having your own hotel rooms, the two of you would often be found in yours—munching on a box of pizza together, watching Scooby Doo or some other silly cartoon. You would fly back home to NC during holidays together, visiting each other’s families before spending your own time alone.

But neither of you ever crossed that line. Sure, there were those times when you would notice his hand lingering on the small of your back as he passed by, or when he would catch you staring while he was putting on his face paint on the other side of the room. Tiny moments that the both of you brushed off as just parts of your weirdly intimate friendship, but everyone around you could see the energy there.

Like now, as you held Jeff’s jaw in your hand, with your own face just inches away from his. The pattern of his beard tickled under your fingers. A moment of eye contact had you both seizing your breath, before you tore your eyes away, focusing instead on his lips—soft, pink. You took a deep breath and popped open your black lip liner with one hand, bringing the pencil up to his face.

“Baby—” His cold hands gently landed on the tops of your thighs.

“Jeff…” You took a deep breath. “Stop calling me that.”

“Why?” His thumbs slid back and forth on your skin.

You lowered the liner back down to your lap. Jeffrey kept his face close, still in your grasp. “Just, let me finish, okay?”

“Okay.” He fought the urge to grin.

You rolled your eyes, biting your lip to hide your own smile. You quickly finished up the liner around his lips, following with a layer of your darkest purple lipstick. “Smack.”

He did as you said, and you released his face. He stayed close, and you didn’t dare to back up either. “How do I look?”

“Pretty.”

“Pretty like you?”

“Jeff-”

He leaned in just an inch. “I really wanna kiss you right now.”

You smacked your lips. “So now you wanna mess up all my ha—"

Jeffrey closed the distance between you, swallowing your words down with his lips. Your eyelids fell shut as you accepted the feelings you’d been denying for too long. Blindly sitting your materials back onto the vanity, you brought your hands up to Jeff’s shoulders. As many times as you’ve touched him before, it was nothing like how you felt him now.

His warm muscles tensed under your grasp, relaxing a second later before he slid his hands further down the sides of your thighs, tucking them under and pulling you forward into his lap. You gasped at the sudden rearrangement and Jeff chased your lips like there was nothing in the world that he needed more.

Eyes low and lipstick already smudged, he used a hand on the back of your head to bring you back in. His fingers tangled in your long, black braids, gently stimulating your scalp. Jeff’s other hand was placed firmly on your hip, massaging into your bare skin. You moaned into each other’s mouths, hands scrambling to touch as much skin as possible, to remember as much as possible.

You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding into his lap, already feeling his excitement underneath you. He whined against your lips, beginning to move in circles with you. The harmony between your bodies had you growing needier by the second, feeling almost regretful about taking so long to go further with Jeff. One of your hands found itself lightly wrapped around his neck, your fingers only slightly squeezing the sides. Jeff moaned, putting a few inches of space between your faces. You looked down at his purple, kiss-swollen lips, then back up to his eyes.

“C’mon baby, I’m all yours, take what ya need…”

Resting his head back against the chair, he pulled your free hand up to his neck to join the other. You took the hint and let both of your hands wrap around, squeezing just a bit tighter. Your hips bucked on as you felt him thrusting his hardness up into you, the only thing separating you being the fabric of both of your jeans. The teasing friction had you wanting more and more, and you tried for it.

You threw your own head back, sexually and emotionally frustrated and needing this orgasm to level your thoughts. “Fuck!”

Jeff squeezed your hips, providing a grounding sensation. You zeroed in, focusing on his touch and the heat growing between your bodies. You found the perfect pattern to move your body in, feeling the effects of both his cock and the seams of the jeans teasing your cunt.

You knew you were close, but it felt like you were missing something. You wanted to feel him, actually on you, or in you. You wanted to reach this high with him.

And just like he could read your mind, Jeff brought your attention back to his face, with his hands wrapped around your wrists. “Don’t stop, baby,” He whispered. His eyes were pleading, and so was his body under you.

“Cum with me?” Your voice was hushed, rasped, throat nearly dry although the rest of you felt the complete opposite.

Jeffrey nodded, slowly, moving once again with you as you picked up speed. Your eyes never left one another as the intensity of the moment increased. It was as though you were in tune with each other’s heartbeat, with the way the blood pumped through the other’s system. Everything in the universe began to make sense, like your whole life was leading up to this moment.

You used your hands on his neck to steady you as you moved with an eagerness even you haven’t seen in yourself. “Jeffrey— fuck, oh my god…”

“Mhmm, just like that baby, don’t stop…you’re so pretty grindin’ on me like this…”

You shouted out his name one last time, your entire body freezing up before it began to vibrate. White light blinded you behind your eyelids as you hit your peak, and you could faintly hear Jeff’s choked moans below, his own hips jerking up into you. You could feel every hair standing up on your body, every gentle gust of cool wind from the vents kissing your skin.

Your hips continued to move together, lazily, cooling down. You were synced, it seemed. Your hands loosened from his neck, falling down to his chest and feeling the swell of his chest under your fingertips.

Jeffrey pulled your arms in, effectively bringing your face back to meet his own. This time, he didn’t catch you by surprise. Your lips moved together as though you’d been doing this for years, tongues slipping past one another to explore. Sucking. Licking. Smacking.

When things cooled down, you were forehead to forehead, breathing in eah other's air. You could feel the dampness of Jeff's lap under you, whether from you or him, you didn't care. Your eyes opened and were immediately met with his soft hazel gaze. Turning your head to the side, you placed a quick, gentle kiss on the side of his face. A new warm feeling spurred within you at the sight of him blushing and turning away from you.

"Oh, now you wanna act all shy, huh? Don't tell me this is all I had to do to get Mr. Jeff Hardy to give up all his power..." You teased him, giggling as you circled your hips for a short second, knowing good and well that he could probably make you just as weak if the roles were reversed.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, endearingly pulling you in to squeeze himself against your chest. "Shhhh, girl...just gimme a few minutes..."

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Whispers echoed above you, the darkness covering your eyes may have clouded your sight but you could still feel. Your nude body was exposed to the cold air, goosebumps traveling across every inch of your skin. Your nipples were painfully erect, sensitive and throbbing for more sensation. You were spread apart, with your limbs tied to each of the corners of the bed. Deft fingers crawled over you, exploring, wandering, while he murmured sweet praises under his breath. The voice was unfamiliar, but he moved around your body as if he’d been here before, touching you in spots that only you knew of, causing you to wriggle and squirm underneath his grasp. 

You were still half-asleep, a heavy drowsiness seeping into your bones. Everything was fuzzy. Memory didn’t serve you here, it didn’t allow you to recall the time, the day, the last thing you did, who this was touching you….

“What is…?” Your question became lost in a gasp, your back immediately arching off the bed as you felt a wet, warm mouth latch onto your breast. A tongue skillfully swirled around your nipple before exploring the patterns written into your areolas. You cried out at the feeling, flashes of lightning striking inside from your nipple straight down to your cunt. 

It was as though he wanted you to beg, to plead for more. He didn’t dare to move to your other nipple, no matter how hard you writhed in his hold, eager to use your own fingers to pinch and pull at the tender nub. The stirring deep within your belly grew increasingly intense as time passed, your toes curled and bottom lip sore from biting it so hard. 

The mouth on your nipple loudly released itself, leaving your tit wet and marked with gooseflesh. Suddenly, you felt a gust of cold air directly hitting your breast, the wetness making the fire burn so much hotter in you. Your cunt throbbed in your panties, already so wet that you could feel the lace sticking to your swollen lips. Desperate hips jerked up, blindly searching for the source of relief above you, your clit poking a slight tent as it grew. 

A kiss on your clothed cunt had you nearly losing your mind, especially when he paused, taking a few moments to deeply take in your scent. A warm, musky smell emanated from your pussy and it seemed to be his favorite thing. With each inhale taken, you could feel the heat of his exhales against you, further warming and loosening you up. Fingers pulled your panties down your body, taking them off to reveal your bushy cunt, the thick, curly brown hair grown out as if you were one of those 70s dirty magazine vixens. Your big clit pulsed in the air, now unknowingly being ogled by the man kneeling in between your legs. Hands landed on your waist, rubbing gentle circles with his thumbs.

“Relax, sweetheart…Papa’s got you, I’ve got you.”

He tugs you down until your clothed cunt kisses his soft, pink lips. You whimper, barely able to take the stimulation of his warm breath against your core, never mind his touch. As if he could read your mind, Terry puckers his lips and leaves a firm kiss, right above your clit. Your body jolts up, subconsciously wanting a break from the stimulation. Terry smirks, strong hands keeping you planted still above him. 

He leaves more kisses, slow, soft, passionate kisses. Like he was making love to another you down there. It had you hot. Especially with those sounds he was making, smacking and groaning against your panties, like a hungry animal getting its first meal in a week. He was savoring you. Savoring your taste. 

You whine and watch, stuck in a limbo of wanting more but needing a rest. Your hips didn’t know if they wanted to go up or down, instead settling for a lazy circle above his face. “Terry…p-please…” 

His precious eyes meet yours, a reflection of the most beautiful storm-filled skies. With a final kiss on the fabric, he sets you down to rest on his upper chest. Your right hand flies to his cheek, caressing the smooth skin there. Your eyes are full of awe, mixed in with a few handfuls of lust, matching his. “Please what?”

You know he’s serious when his eyebrows raise up at you, expecting a full, verbal response. You pout, wanting him to just give you what you need, because you know he knows. Terry knows that you just want his tongue buried in your sopping pussy, or his lips wrapped around your throbbing clit, pulling every drop of juice from your body– and because he knows, he’s not gonna give it to you until you’re begging for it.

You whine, not wanting to give into what he wants so easily, although your hips did not falter in their movements. Tracing a lascivious circle with your eyes low and bottom lip puckered out. He realizes that you don’t plan on speaking up, and opts instead for another route. 

In a second, you are back above his face, this time though he pulls you down into him. His nose and lips are buried in the soaked black lace protecting your pussy, nearly inhaling you through the material. You watch, mouth wide open as he eats you with your panties on.  

Terry’s big warm tongue flicks back and forth on the fabric,  mimicking the same exact patterns he would use on you any other time. The sensation is new to you, feeling like relief and torture at the same time. Your eyes squint down at him, eyebrows bunched up, wondering why the hell he was doing this to you, why he couldn’t just let you have what you wanted–what you needed. 

“Terryyy, fuck!! I’m– pleaseee..” 

He groans in response, eyes closed, a rough grumble vibrating through his chest and straight into your pussy. His calloused fingers tightly grasp your waist, keeping you firmly planted and allowing you absolutely no room to run from his teasing. 

Your cries and pleas went ignored, as Terry was much more focused on sucking every drop of moisture from your panties. You fall forward, hands and forehead resting against the cushioned headboard. “Terry, pleaseeee, I need you..” More kisses, wet and suctioned, you could hear them even through all your whining, and it doubled your neediness. 

“Just take them offff!!” 

Terry smiles against your warmth, more than happy to hear your needy voice finally cry out those words. He knew you would, sooner or later, and he didn’t mind waiting and putting his own relief on the back burner in order to get you there. 

With a firm slap to your ass, he lifts you off, quickly coming up and behind you. He pushes you down, hands on your waist while his thumbs press into that dimpled arch in your back. Terry spreads you apart, biting his lip as he sees how drenched and sticky your panties have become. He bends down, hands sliding back to your ass cheeks, massaging and spreading them, watching the way your pussy lips threaten to eat up the fabric. 

“This shit is so fuckin’ sexy, baby, what the fuck?” He groans out, dick twitching and surely creating a wet spot in his grey briefs. It strains against the cotton as hips grind up into the air.

You push your own hips back, far past tired of his teasing. “Daddy, pleaseee, stop playin–” Your whines are cut off, choked back into your throat as he rips the lace apart, exposing your molten core to the seemingly chilled air. Your essence drips down, slicking your inner thighs– the view reminded Terry of a fresh, warm, homemade honey bun, right out the oven. And there was nothing he was more hungry for at this very moment. 

You also couldn't figure out how his tall self managed to squeeze into your twin XL dorm bed, but you weren’t in any position to question it either. The room was dark, only illuminated by the dim screen of your television on the dresser, in addition to the red LED lights on the wall above you. Whichever tv show began when your movie went off went unnoticed, their conversations drowned out by the breathy pants escaping your lips. 

The lewd sounds filling up the room had you both in heaven. Beautiful brown bodies under that rouge coloring– moaning, grunting, smacking, and squishing. Like one of those early 2000s classic Ebony films–just nasty. You could only hope no one could hear from outside your door. 

You moved your hips up and down, taking him all the way down to the base each time, biting your lip with a debauched look on your face. You watched as Silas moaned, loud and needy and uncaring, his eyes rolling back into his head. Your confidence shot up through the roof, leading you to take a little more control. You held his jaw with your dominant hand, bringing your lips up to his earlobe and letting your mouth run off whatever popped into your head, not leaving a second to second guess yourself. 

“Does it feel good when I do it like that?”

With your soft, teasing voice in his ears, you squeezed your inner walls, slowing yourself a bit and ignoring that growing burn in your thighs. “You betta stop it, girl..” His voice came out grunted, rough. His fingers dug into your hips as he struggled to hold onto his nut, a deep moan vibrating through his chest. 

“What about when I do it like that? Hmm?”

You felt him nodding against your skin before his hips stuttered, kissing your spot perfectly for only  a split second. Your body jerked up, momentarily frozen around him as your vision went white. “Silas, FUCK, I’m–!!!”

“Yeahhh, let it out baby..” He murmured, a goofy, cocky grin spreading across his face. Even then, you could still tell that he was struggling to hold on, with your pussy pulsing,  nearly suffocating him like a goddamn boa constrictor. 

Silas kept his eyes on you, his focus wandering up and down, and back and forth, his mind too overwhelmed with pleasure to fixate on only one part of you. He loved your thighs–every time you’d wear this particular pair of biker shorts that defined each of your curves, he would have to mentally go elsewhere just to keep from bursting out his jeans.

Your breasts also held a special place in his heart, especially in those times where he’d seek you out for comfort, resting against the soft, cushiony headrest that your chest provided. Similarly, the softness of your tummy was something he could never turn down, he’d be touching on it every time you showed a little extra skin in a crop top or a backless dress.

As you slowed down to a stop on top of him, he let his hands wander. His left hand traveled up your side, slowly, taking in your beautiful map of scars and stretch marks on the way. Once his thick fingers reached your breasts, they traced around your mocha areolas before latching onto your hardened nipples. Silas rubbed and pinched lightly, alternating between teasing each as he watched the euphoric haze grow across your face. 

“Silas…” You still were sensitive from your sudden orgasm, slightly trembling from the aftershocks as he touched you. Nevertheless, that warmth and excitement began to flood your core once again, that hunger taking over your every thought. His hard dick throbbing eight inches deep inside your core didn't help either. But you needed more, you craved to see him, feel him come undone inside of you. 

You gasped as his right hand made its way to your throat, keeping your gaze steadily on his. The grip of his fingers on your skin had you feeling weak, and under his spell. And his voice, all deep and rough and dripping with desire.

“I gotchu mama, just tell me what you need..” Your eyes scanned over his face, taking in the glaze of sweat on his forehead, above his furrowed eyebrows, as well as the slight pout in his plump bottom lip. You wanted to bite it so bad. “Tell daddy what you need, baby, I gotta hear you.”

Silas repeating the nickname you accidentally gave him the first time you’d hooked up made your tummy flutter. You couldn’t believe it yourself when the word flew out your mouth, while you blurredly watched him take you from behind, standing upright in front of the mirror in some frat party bathroom. From then he never let you forget it. He always made sure to remind you of his special status, without fail making you cum harder than anyone else ever had, every single time. 

“Cum in me, Si...please.” 

The plea fell from your lips as you lazily swirled your hips in his lap, enjoying the way his curved length rubbed deliciously against all your inner spots. Like you were made to fit one another. Your hands held onto his right arm as he continued to choke you, only slightly tightening his grip around your throat. The growing lack of air made you tense around his dick, whining and moaning out as he spoke. “You know if I cum in this pussy, that means it's mine, right?” 

Hearing those words with that thick New York accent while he was so deep in your belly nearly made you cum again. Leaning in, you nodded your response with your gaze fixed directly on his brown eyes.

A look of understanding flashed across Silas’ face for a second, before he released your throat, hand settling on the nape of your neck to bring you in closer. Your plush lips met his own as he swallowed down your moans, exploring your mouth with his hungry tongue.

You opened up, letting him take control of the nastiest kissing you’ve ever participated in–tongues dancing, spit swapping, lip sucking until both of your mouths were glistening. Sinful. 

Silas’ free hand squeezed your hip, grounding you on top of him as he began to slowly grind up into you. Your mouths separated but your faces remained close as he held the back of your neck. Silas watched your face contort while he deepened his stroke inside you, letting you feel every single inch in your stomach.

The only thing you could focus on was his mouth, and how much you wanted that bottom lip back in your mouth. Fuzziness took over your brain, your eyes tearing up from the agonizingly slow but deep pace he was set on. 

The moment was intimate, much more than it had been previously, closer and slower than all those other times Silas had you broken you down. For the past few weeks, you resorted to quickies on the bathroom counter if you were at a party, in either of your cars parked somewhere dark, you’d even let him finger you under the table in the library while you were supposed to be “studying”. And now, with your roommate gone for the weekend, you were finally able to have a nice, passionate moment in a bed. 

In a way, the rushed, adrenaline-filled aspect of all your previous entanglements in those less intimate settings kept you from taking a deeper look at your relationship with Silas. You were friends, albeit much, much closer than “normal” friends should be. You met in a shared biology lecture, after Silas showed up late–and high as hell–and the only seat left open was to your right. You eventually agreed to become study partners, and you didn’t mind when some of those late night study sessions in Silas’ dorm turned into heated smoke sessions, which further turned into nasty intoxicated confessions from you both. 

Silas propped his feet up, lifting his hips before flipping you both over. He placed his hands on the backs of your knees, pushing back and kneeling down to lick a slow, wide stripe up your glossy cunt. You cried out from the new stimulation, squirming in his grasp.

“You taste so mothafuckin’ good, girl..” He moaned against your pussy in appreciation, slurping up your juices and rhythmically sucking on your clit with those pretty ass lips of his. You were entranced, eyes stuck on the scene in front of you, wondering what good you had done in this world to deserve all the bliss flowing through your system.

You watched as he pulled back from your pussy, chin glistening in your essence. He spread your sticky lips apart with two big fingers, hungrily watching you clench and pulse around nothing. The ravenous look in his eyes as he stared at your pussy turned you on like no other. They met yours again, and he licked and bit on his lip, letting you know that he was craving more, just as you were.

Your eyes and mouth fell wide open when Silas let a string of warm spit fall directly onto your clit, both the sensation and the view filling you with an immense amount of pleasure. You could feel the electricity flowing from your pussy to your toes, and back up through your spine, a complete shock to your system.

He let your legs fall to the side, big, warm hands on your face as he leaned in, kissing you once more. The sounds of you both groaning into each other's mouths as you tasted yourself on his lips echoed throughout the room. Your hips grinded up against his, needing to feel his length on and in you again. He pulled away first, one of his hands coming down to pin your knee out to the side, setting you still in place. “You want me to cum in this pussy?” 

You nodded, almost too eagerly. There was nothing else on your mind but the vision of him leaking out of you, vanilla cream dripping down your lips, the perfect match for your coffee complexion.

“Use ya words, boo.” 

You reached up, manicured hands pulling his face to just a couple inches from your own. He watched, expectantly, eyes moving from your eyes to your lips and back up again. You could feel him now, twitching and leaking against your inner thigh, so close to where you needed him most. “Cum in your pussy, Daddy.” 

With a curse under his breath, he sheathed himself inside of you in a quick movement, pausing once he filled you to the base. His eyebrows were furrowed as he stared into your eyes, mouth hung open like he’d never felt the warm, tight hug of your cunt around him before. His breath faltered, warm breath against your lips and vulnerability written across his face.

Your own breath was caught in your chest when he slid back, and then forced out when he pushed inside, gliding through your slick walls with ease. A wail escaped your lips as he punished your pussy, or at least that’s what it felt like he was doing. Reminding you of who he was. And reminding you of who you were. 

Your eyes clamped shut, toes curling and spine arching up off the bed more and more each time he touched your precious g-spot. Another orgasm began to build within your core, your body tightening up underneath him as you fiercely dug your teeth into your bottom lip.

Curses flew from your lips, broken and jumbled together, barely making any sense. You released his face, blindly allowing your hands to find his shoulders for support. Silas leaned down, moaning and groaning in your ear, filling you up with his dick before taking it all away, over and over and over again. 

“Daddyyy…fuck!!!” 

“Tell me it’s mine, baby, c’mon ma, I’m so fuckin’ close…” 

Your bodies were sticky with sweat and all your juices, creating the nastiest smacking sound each time he plunged inside. “It’s yours, I swear to god, it’s all yours baby, ohmyfuckinggoddd…”  You rambled off, barely even able to hear your own words. Your brain was much more focused on the ecstacy spreading through your entire body, making you tingle from your head to your toes. “I’m gonna cum, daddy, please don’t stop!!” 

“Give it to me, baby, c’mon, gimme that shit!” He kept the pace strong, not letting up until you fell apart on his dick one final time, this time with your juices spraying and splashing between your bodies. Your tightness mixed with the sudden wetness of your squirt sent him over the edge, causing him to yell out as he finally released deep inside you. 

“Fuuuck!!” His hips twitched and stuttered as he emptied himself out, not daring to pull out while you were still grasping onto him from underneath.

You whimpered, your body trembling, shaking like a leaf as your nails dug into his shoulders, deep enough to leave a few red crescent-shaped marks. The feeling of his nut filling you gave you the warmest feeling in your tummy, satisfaction spreading through your mind, body, and soul.

The two of you rested for a moment, the sounds of your heavy breathing became your only focus. The audience laughter from the television was more noticeable now, but neither of you could care less. Silas let more of his weight fall on you, cradling you from above while you calmed down your breathing. You turned your face, tucking yourself into his neck and leaving a few soft kisses on the damp skin in appreciation. 

Silas softly chuckled when you teased him with your tongue against his collarbone, knowing you both were too tuckered out for another round just yet. He pulled out of you, slowly, hissing at the overstimulation on his sensitive length. Sitting back on his knees in between your legs, he watched in admiration as seed spilled from your swollen lips, giving him a perfect view of the most beautiful painting he’s ever laid his eyes on–better than anything he’s seen in the MET. 

Observing his mark on you–in you–was gratifying, a surge of endearment and devotion growing within his own core. “C’mere..” 

You obeyed, lazily allowing him to reposition you on top of his chest, your faces just centimeters apart. 

“Tell me somethin’ real quick...you meant it?” 

That vulnerable look was back, although he did try to hide it by avoiding eye contact, instead focusing on your slightly puffy lips, swollen from all the kissing and biting and sucking. You knew what he was talking about, and you knew it was more than just dirty sex talk–something had been growing between the two of you and it was undeniable at this point. 

“Every word.”

Alisha kept her gaze on the man, down on her knees in the fancy, red, low-cut dinner dress he’d bought for tonight. The lights were low and her mouth was full, throat nearly stuffed with her lover’s manhood. He sat on her sofa, leaned back with his bare thighs spread apart on the orange velvet, one arm thrown across the back as if he owned the place. 

Terry was big–thick and long, unforgiving. She held her hands together down in front of her, wrists bound together by the fuzzy black cuffs he found while peeking through her nightstand drawer earlier in the day, as new as the day she bought them. 

She hummed as she took most of him down her throat, leaving only about an inch of his warm brown skin exposed to the chilled air. She could tell that wasn’t enough for Terry, not right now at least. He was desperate, aching for a release and she would be just that. 

She felt his hand on the back of her head loosely tangle itself in her long brown locs, fingertips lightly massaging into her scalp. With a sigh from her nose, she closed her eyes and relaxed herself, allowing him to stroke his hips up into her throat, bringing her precious cherry-tinted lips just a little closer to his base each time. Saliva dribbled out from the corners of her mouth, dripping down off her chin and onto his heavy balls. She could feel her thighs sticking together, the heat between them building with each passing second. 

“You can do it, mama…take Daddy’s dick down that throat…”

His sweet, daunting voice echoed in her mind, keeping her grounded in the moment. She loved it when he talked to her like this, so rough and dominating–manly. Not to mention using the handcuffs that had been sitting in her drawer for months, brand new and awaiting the perfect opportunity. Now, her dreams were being fulfilled. It was everything she was missing with Isaiah, and that fact only made her more eager to please him, pushing herself to her limits every time they fucked, and then some. 

“Look at me, Lisha.” 

Terry watched as she obeyed his command, breathless as he took in the scene before him. This perfect, nasty, brown-eyed beauty kneeling for him, worshiping his dick like it was all she’d ever needed. All that consumed her mind, day and night. He knew that it was, the same feelings growing within her and dictating her every move, he felt in himself. They were on the same level again, and he’d be damned if another motherfucker got in between them after this. 

He couldn’t help the moans that evaded him as she finally throated his entire length, not breaking eye contact as she nuzzled her nose into his trimmed pubes. For over twelve years, the man’s life had been structured around maintaining self-control and mental strength, but there was nothing or no one on this planet that made him feel as weak as Alisha did in this very moment. 

His bottom lip found itself clenched tightly between his pearly whites, a crease growing between his eyebrows while he took everything she gave him. She pulled up off his dick, slowly sliding back up with red lips, glossy with spit and precum.

“I missed you.” 

Alisha didn’t plan to say those words, but her nerves were soothed when he reciprocated the statement, his gruff voice hitting her ears and vibrating through her chest. She loved the strain in his voice, in his eyes, knowing that she had his tough exterior breaking down made her feel…powerful. On top of the world. 

Terry’s other hand came to her cheek, caressing her gently as he stared into her eyes, slightly pouting at the sight of his rock hard dick standing up right next to her face. 

He subconsciously made it jump, stealing her attention away. She watched it twitch in front of her, a hungry look growing in her dark eyes as her mouth watered. She needed to feel him stretch her again, her lips, her jaw, her throat. She just needed him inside again. 

Alisha leaned forward and her pink tongue darted out, licking a slow trail up the vein on the underside of his dick. She circled the tip of her tongue around the throbbing head, specifically avoiding his needy, leaking hole. Terry groaned from above, losing his restraint the more she avoided his most sensitive spot. His head was filled with nothing but echoes of pleas, anguished cries for her to relieve him. All he needed was her tongue. 

She smiled, watching his thighs flex and feeling the grip of his fingers tighten in her roots. She pressed her lips against the tip,  firm enough to leave a smudge of red lipstick against the brown flesh. A mark of her love. Craning her neck down, she aimed for a new spot: his balls, heavy and full of cum that he’d reserved for her and her only. Over three weeks apart and he found that nothing matched his freak quite like she did…not even his own hand would suffice.

Terry bucked his hips up when he felt her soft, sticky lips on his sack, leaving yet another beautiful stain. “Lishaaa, fuck!” 

He was supposed to be the one in charge at this moment, yet he felt like he had the least power, even with Alisha in handcuffs. He threw his head back, a loud groan escaping his lips as he found himself writhing, unable to take the teasing. This girl had his goddamn toes curling just from kissing on his balls. 

“Look at me, Terry.” 

Her sweet voice met his ears, gentle and delicate, with a hint of deception laced into her words. He returned his gaze to the woman, seeking some sort of solace in her deep brown orbs. As big and tough as he was, he was not prepared at all for how Alisha wanted to play with him tonight. For the last couple weeks, all he’d fantasized about was breaking her down all across her place…leaving his mark on her, in her, all around her. 

But here she was, beating him right to it. 

Alisha sat up on her knees a bit, not bothering to fix the cleavage spilling from her dress before leaning forward to plant her lips on the skin near his hip. They both stared at her nearly perfect lip print, eyes low and full of want. “Baby–”

“Take these cuffs off me, Terry. Let me take care of you like you take care of me, please.” 

Terry paused, searching her eyes for any hints of mischief but he came up short. Sitting forward on the sofa, he brought his hands down in between them, pulling hers up into his lap. He clasped both her wrists with his left hand, using his right to take his chain off, a shiny silver key dangling in front of her greedy eyes like the world’s last golden ticket. 

It was as if time slowed down, the air seemed thick and heavy, a cloud of desire extinguishing any sense of hesitation in the pair. They both watched as the key slid inside, twisting and releasing the lock with a soft click. The cuffs fell to the floor but Alisha’s hands remained, suspended in his hold. Terry’s eyes came back up to meet hers, intense and unrelenting as he pulled her closer. 

He swallowed down her gasp when their lips met, his eyes fluttering shut as he relished in both the softness and the slight taste of himself. Terry’s tongue wriggled into her mouth, passionately dancing with hers in a battle for dominance. They moaned into one another, lips melding together seamlessly, a reminder of how perfect they are together. 

Alisha pulled her hands from his grasp, slowly so as not to be noticed. Her slender fingers found his length, stiff and weeping for her. A thumb lightly tapped the stickiness on the head, and she grinned into the kiss at his sudden twitching. She rubbed light circles on it, attentive to the way his mouth began to fall open as she pulled back from the kiss, not bothering to slow her movements on his delicate tip. Her left hand fell back to his balls, holding them and only slightly squeezing the warm sack in her palm, just as she’d wanted to earlier.

“Does that feel good?”

His nod was barely noticeable, but she caught it. Just as well as she caught the quiver in his bottom lip when she squeezed just a bit tighter. 

She kneeled down between his thighs again, bringing her face back closer to what she’d needed most. Not wanting to waste anymore time keeping him on the edge, she dived in, removing her thumb and replacing it with her hot tongue. She reached her right hand up to one of his small brown nipples, rubbing his own stickiness from her thumb into the hardened bud. Terry’s body jerked up, attempting to crumble in on itself while her hungry tongue swirled around his tip. “Ohh shiiiiitttt, Lish, please, fuck!”

Her head dropped into his lap, her other hand coming up to rest on his thigh while his dick slid into her throat with much more ease than before. She bobbed up and down, savoring his taste on her tongue and his cries in her ears. She felt so in control, taking him down to the hilt each time, moaning and drooling around his thickness like a slut. 

“Baby, that shit feels–mmmm–so motherfuckin’ good, I swear to god…” Terry groaned out, his brain growing fuzzier while she went down on him like she’d been starving for his dick. She gagged and slurped and hummed around him, all the while looking up at him with those perfect, teary eyes– like a wet dream come to life. His big hands gripped the edges of the sofa while he tried to hold on to the little bit of self-control he had left.

Alisha came up once more, letting him fall out of her mouth before she refocused her attention on his balls. Both hands wrapped around his dick, steadily jerking him as she sucked and licked on his sack, not caring to wipe away the spit across her cheeks and chin. She was being messy and nasty and she didn’t give a fuck about embarrassing herself because she knew that Terry was loving this side of her as much as she did. 

He palmed his face, cursing under his breath as he felt himself at the edge once again. His legs trembled as he tried to hold on, to savor the feeling of her hands and her mouth on him again after so long. There was nothing he needed more but to be surrounded in her warmth, physically and emotionally. He longed to be this close to her, this vulnerable with her, always. 

She released his balls with a gentle pop!, continuing to jerk him off with both hands from the base to the tip. “Cum for me, daddy…” She stared i​nto his eyes, finding herself lost in them, in him. “I need to taste you, please.”

Terry relaxed as her soft whispers hit his ears, the combination of her dirty words and the yearning that was revealed in her eyes helping him over that peak. “Lisha, I’m–” 

She quickly put her mouth on the head as he tensed up underneath her, both his cries and her moans filling the room. The taste of his nut on her tongue had her nearly cumming herself, her thighs subconsciously grinding together as she listened to his whining above. 

“Oh my god, ohmyfucking–fuckkkk…” Terry’s usual rough, baritone voice was higher now, sweet and shaky as he panted out and emptied himself in her. His vision was teary but he tried to stay focused on Alisha between his thighs. She took everything that he gave her, slowing her hands down on his dick while swallowing down nearly every drop of his seed. The filthiest image of tonight seared itself into his mind when she smiled up at him, licking the spare cum off her fingers with more smeared on her plump pink lips. 

She giggled softly, watching the big man come back down to Earth, his dick softening back to its usual form. His gaze was soft now, the love he felt for her shining right through his long eyelashes. As the intensity of the moment calmed down, she became more aware of her sore knees on the carpet, but especially her bare, aching pussy underneath her dress. Terry noticed her shifting and immediately straightened up, leaning forward to pull her up into his lap. “C’mere, love..” She sat on his left thigh with her legs stretched out across his right, burying her face into his neck. “You did a good job, baby…made me feel so good, thank you.” 

He spoke his praises into her hair in between kisses, rubbing a large hand up and down her exposed back. She sunk into the feeling, head still hazy but paying more attention now to what her body craved from him. Terry gently laced his fingers in her locs, pulling back to find her eyes again. 

“You gon’ let me take care of you now?”

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you can barely talk, the only words exiting your mouth a combination of his name and unfinished curses

"richieee..." you crane your neck down, wanting to get a look at where your bodies met

"hmm?" he doesn't smirk but you can tell by the look in his eyes that he's proud of the way he has you, so fucking wet and needy, in his bed, on his sheets, so goddamn beautiful all spread out for him

wanting to see you fall apart just a little more, he thrusts into you one good time before pulling out, blushing at the whiny moans that immediately spill from your mouth

his hands are on your hips for a quick second before he pulls your body closer to him, leaving you more flat against the mattress

his hands travel to the backs of your knees, pushing them forward till you're folded in half underneath his slim build

the new angle gives you a better view of your glistening cunt, slightly swollen and throbbing with need and the next thing you know, both of you are watching in a silent haze as richie drags his throbbing cock up and down your folds

"please, richie, pleaseee..."

your eyes remain on his cock between your lips, the tip nudging your clit every time he moves his hips, teasing you nearly to death

"what's that, baby?"

you cry out as he taps your clit with his cock, your body jerking under him from the overstimulation

"fuuuuck, pleaseee..."

"what do you need, baby? hmm?"

his forehead is on yours, bright blue eyes shining down on you as the two of you hold that eye contact, his cock still resting on top of your clit, twitching ever so slightly

the only thing you can focus on at this point is his face, so close, right in front of yours-- his scruffy beard that you loved to feel against your face (and your thighs), his big, sharp nose that you loved feeling when he nuzzled into your neck at night, that furrow in his eyebrows that he always made when concentrating really hard on a sports game or a new recipe

and then finally his lips, when the magic words fall from them and into your ever-so inviting ears

"c'mon baby, let me hear you, i need to hear you say it.."

you don't want to hold back anymore, not with those big, blue puppy eyes staring down into your soul, so let it all spill from your lips

"please fuck me, richie, i need you, please, PLEASE, i need it, i want to feel you.."

his eyes flutter shut when he hears, and you could feel the way his cock twitches on you one second before he pulls his hips back, thrusting forward and sliding deeply inside of your cunt

"fuc-" your words are cut off as you find yourself overwhelmed with ecstasy at this new position

richie is in you, deeper than ever, you swear that you can feel him in your belly

he's pushing all your buttons, places you'd never even reached before, all whilst keeping his forehead on yours, eyes trained on your face for signs of what makes you feel good

one of your favorites, he notices, is when he rolls his hips slowly as he thrusts inside, his tip kissing a spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back into your head, while his curly pubes rub against your clit, creating the most torturing yet delicious friction you've experienced, ever

so he does that, over and over and over until you are gripping onto his shoulders, eyes watery and voice shaking, as you beg and beg, for what? who knows

his hips slam into yours, harder and harder as you feel yourself creeping up to your peak, your toes curling beside his head, and your fingernails digging into his shoulders

the pain was something both of you enjoyed, you loved to give a little pain to show how good your partner made you feel, and richie loved to recieve your scratches and your tugs at his hair because it showed him that he was doing his job and he was doing it damn well

your body tensed the closer you got, including your eyes, which clamped shut as you anticipated your upcoming eruption

he could tell it wasn't helping, you were focusing too hard on when it would hit you, that you just prolonged it even further

with two hands on your cheeks, he whispers above you-- "baby...fuck, baby, look at me, let me help you.."

although his pace doesn't let up, you allow your eyes to open up again, focusing in on the sight above you, your beautiful man staring down at you as he fucks your pussy like his life depends on it

"there y'go, mama, keep those pretty eyes on me, okay?"

you nod, using every bit of strength to keep your eyes open and focused on his as his cock slides in and out of your pussy, your muscles tightening around him, bringing him right up to that edge with you

"so fucking beautiful, baby, i swear t'god... if i could have you like this all day, every fuckin' day, i would... i would never leave this goddamn bed again.."

your pussy clenches around him at those words, and he hisses, teeth slightly bared as he tries to hold back his own release, wanting you to reach yours first

"cum for me, baby, you're so close, i can feel it, soooo fuckin' tight, it's like this pussy was made just f'me..."

a blinding white light hits your eyelids as your body begins to tremble underneath richie, your ears barely registering his words of encouragement for you

something you did recognize was a new feeling of warmth spilling down your inner thighs, down your folds, soaking the sheets below you

"oh, shit.." richie's eyes were no longer focused on your face, now they trained themselves on your cunt and how it gushed out again and again around his cock, pulsating as you came, hard

just a few moments later, richie empties himself deep inside you, filling you up with his warm seed, cock twitching with each spurt

"goddamn it, jesus.." his eyes close as he slows down, not wanting you to overstimulate either of you too much

you're still in another world, only slightly coming down from the high that richie and his cock supplied you mere minutes ago

richie stays inside you, laying kisses on your forehead, cheeks, jaw and lips as you stir back to consciousness

when your eyes open again, he's running his fingers along your scalp, nails lightly scratching and soothing you, like he always does

"when were you gonna tell me you're a squirter, huh?" a smirk graces his face this time and you grin in response, watching him sit back and pull out of your pussy, waiting for the moment that his cum begins to drip out of you (only for him to fuck it back inside with his long, skilled fingers)

His eyes fluttered shut as one of your hands grasped his braids in a failed attempt to pull him away from your core. You could feel him whine into your pussy in protest, his own hands strengthening their grasp on your hips. Your muffled cries echoed in the bathroom, and your mind wasn’t clear enough to take the hint to keep fucking still so you continued to thrash against his hold. 

“Fuuucckkkk…” The whine left your mouth as you threw your head back, unable to keep your eyes focused on the beautiful man currently eating you like you were his last meal. Lewis suddenly released your clit from his mouth, landing a swift slap on your pussy which caused you to jump and yelp, bringing your attention back down to him. Before you could even get a word out, he began, “Eyes on me, sweetheart,” He left a soft kiss on your right inner thigh. “...and stop trying to run from me, y’know this pussy is mine.” You wanted to roll your eyes at the smirk growing on his face but those thoughts were erased from your mind as you watched him switch to your other thigh, kissing and biting your soft mahogany skin hard enough to leave a mark. 

With a pout on your face, you decided not to be too bratty, keeping your focus on Lewis as he replaced his tongue on your pussy, alternating between flicking your clit and tongue-fucking your needy hole. You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, biting down onto it a bit too hard just to keep from making too much noise, even with the music vibrating through the walls from the main floor underneath you two.

He watched you from below, in complete adoration at the dewy, sensual, flustered look on your face. Although he was never one to brag, Lewis was very aware of how talented he was in the bedroom, especially with you. Having been off and on for several years, and best friends for years before that, there was almost nothing that he didn’t know about you, including how to pleasure you. He knew which pattern to trace with his tongue to make you cum the hardest, he knew how many fingers it took to make you squirt three feet across the room, and he also knew the exact angle to fuck you in just to get you creaming around his dick in under a minute. 

Something Lewis didn’t know was the fact that his current “girlfriend” was currently walking down the long hallway in search of him, considering he’s been missing from the party for a good fifteen minutes or so already. He wanted to take his time with you tonight, after having not seen you for months–since he began dating this new girl. She was just a distraction, truly…both of you were tired of the back and forth, and after the last time you ended things with him, he didn’t know what to do with himself besides busy himself with work and whatever new bimbo he got a hold of. Now, he was craving you, and you were craving him, so it wasn’t much of a surprise when he whisked you away upstairs, cockily smiling at the fact that you followed him away from the crowd. Like old times.

He removed his mouth from your throbbing cunt once more, this time bringing his middle and ring fingers up to his lips. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him soak his tattooed fingers with a mixture of his saliva and your pussy juices, leaving them slick and shiny before placing them onto your lower lips. Your hips circled lazily, craving him inside of you, whether it be his fingers, his dick, or even his tongue again. 

“What d’ya need, baby? Hm?” 

His fingers slowly and softly trailed a figure eight pattern over your pussy lips, careful not to make contact with your ever needy clit. Without halting his teasing, Lewis slowly came to a stand, caging you in on the counter. The lack of space between your faces had your heart rate increasing, all of your air seemingly getting sucked out of the room as you felt the strong urge to kiss and hold and love the man in front of you. His brown eyes captivated you, wiping from your mind all the reasons that you should not be here right now. 

Your right hand flew up to his face, caressing his left cheek with a gentleness that he’d been missing for far too long. He leaned in more, not stopping until your foreheads were mushed together, both of you breathy and surrounded by an air of tension. “Tell me what you need.” Whispered this time, his words sent a shiver down your spine, your body subconsciously jolting up and being reminded of his soaked digits right outside of where you needed him the most. 

“Please fuck me, Lewis, I need to feel you–” A loud gasp escaped your lips at the feeling of Lewis suddenly plunging his long fingers deep into your core. He was through taking his time, an urgent need to see and feel you quivering around him overwhelming his mind. His dick throbbed in his pants, tightly straining against the fabric of his expensive briefs. The gushing sounds emanating from his movements in and out of your pussy had the both of you swooning, you creeping up to your peak already. He kept up the pace, notching his fingers at the perfect angle to get you right where he wanted you, falling apart for him on this countertop.

Lewis used his free hand to pull you in by the back of your head, allowing your lips to mash together with a frenzied passion. He stole each moan and whimper straight from your mouth with his own tongue as you came on his fingers, your core tight and legs trembling. All you could focus on was the softness of his lips against yours and his fingers slowing down inside you, everything fitting together nearly perfectly. 

Knock knock knock! “Lewis are you in there?!”

Both of your eyes widened at the voice right outside the door, bodies frozen as you came to a sobering realization of what you were doing. Fooling around with a taken man, a man who happened to be your ex? Your ex-situationship? Ex-something, but that didn’t matter as much as the fact that he had a whole girlfriend now. 

She knocked again a second later, and Lewis returned his gaze to you, silently urging you to say something, whilst his fingers remained inside you. You sighed, closing your eyes and shouting through the door, “He’s not in here, I think I saw him heading out back earlier though!”

“That’s the first place I looked… but okay, he’s probably around here somewhere.” You stayed put where you were until you heard her further down the hall, checking other rooms for him. 

Lewis let out a sigh of relief. “That was close..” He leaned back in to resume your previous activities before you turned away, obviously unsettled by the close call and reality check. “Baby…” His eyes softened as he pulled his drenched fingers out of you. 

“Don’t–don’t fucking ‘baby’ me, you have a girlfriend Lewis! What in the actual fuck are we doing here?!” You whisper-yelled, all the frustration of your current situation and the entire context of your relationship with Lewis all of a sudden hitting you like a freight train. You avoided his eyes as you hopped off the counter, looking around for your handbag and phone. Both were dropped on the floor in a frenzy and you’d only hoped that your screen wasn’t cracked. 

“C’mon, d’you really think she means more to me than you do? Really?” He stepped back and watched you attempt to gather yourself, eyes focused hard on your face as if he was trying to read through your now hardened demeanor. 

“I don’t fucking know, you what, made her your official girlfriend after fucking her for two weeks, but I–who you claim to care about sooo much–couldn’t even get a proper label after TWO YEARS of loving and caring for you?? I don’t know Lewis, what does that look like to you?” 

You were hurt, still hurt over no longer being with him the same way you’d been for so long, and this little meeting of yours didn’t do much to help with those feelings. Your eyes met finally and you could read the hurt written across his face as well, but as soon as you saw it, it disappeared even quicker, replaced with his usual cocky, unbothered expression. 

“Y’know what? You’re right, I shouldn’t have even brought you in here, it was a mistake…” His words sent a pang of sadness through your chest, and even more so the way he was just ready to let you go. Again. 

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, checking yourself one last time in the mirror above the sink. “You’re an asshole, Hamilton.” You turned and he silently stepped to the side, allowing you to make your way out of the small bathroom. “Have a nice life.” Your heels clicked down the hall, the direction opposite than where his girlfriend went. You held back your tears for as long as you could, managing a quick Irish exit from the loud and crowded party before they finally fell, clouding your vision as you typed away on your phone to request a ride home. 

In the five minutes it took for the car to arrive, you allowed your brain to give you a slideshow on every reason you and Lewis wouldn’t work out, from your busy schedules and constant butting heads, in addition to his avoidance of claiming you as his own. You finally decided on hitting that precious block button on every app you could find on your phone, your method of ceasing all contact with him, a way to prevent you from experiencing this pain all over again. 

On the other hand, Lewis remained in the bathroom for a few moments, not knowing exactly how to proceed from here. He knew that messing with you while in his current predicament wouldn’t necessarily score him any points with you, but he couldn’t help the natural gravitation that pulled you two together every time you were in each others’ presence. His goal definitely wasn’t to hurt you more than he already has, but he couldn’t help but think that maybe this was the only way to make sure you wouldn’t come back, to ensure your peace and happiness, even if it meant he’d never see you again. 

“Ohhh shitttt….” 

You moaned, spilling your entire personal lexicon of curse words as Santiago fucked his thick cock in and out of you. It had been so long since the two of you had seen each other, let alone touched or fucked. It felt like he was splitting you open for the first time all over again. 

“I missed you so much, baby..” Santi continued stroking you, dragging his hips up as he slid in and pulling right back out until his tip was kissing your glistening lips. Then he pushed back in, stretching your cunt and matching your cries with his own grunts. Your hands gripped his sides, nails slowly digging into the tender flesh. 

In the corner of the low-lit room sat Frankie, more turned on than he’d admit. He was the one who brought Santi to your place tonight, thinking that you would finally be open to having a conversation with the ever-elusive man. He was wrong, but you stopped cursing and complaining when Santi stepped to you, calmly wrapping his hand around your throat and using that sweet and deceptive tone he used to employ all those years ago. Frankie watched as Santi put out that fire inside you, temporarily pacifying you. Reminding you of how things used to be. 

The three of you, stealing glances at one another and sneaking around to avoid the judgements of your other friends. Secret dates and hangouts, followed by the hottest sex either of you would ever have. Although there were never any labels placed on your relationship, you were all aware of the love and respect that ran deep between the three of you. 

And after Colombia, Santi shat on it all. Ten years he’d been gone, and the whole group was pissed, but especially you and Frankie. He let go of his anger much sooner than you had, even when Santi decided to show his face again just a couple days ago. He was “back in town for good” now. Yeah right. 

When would he leave next? You didn’t know and at this moment, you didn’t care to know. You missed the way Santi would fill you to the brim and have you begging for more all at the same time. The way his eyes would stay on yours while you were losing it, losing your grip on reality, eyes fluttering and rolling back while your body jerked and shook under his. And even more than you missed the two of you together, you missed when it was all three of you—lips, tongues, limbs, juices, everywhere. Tangled up within the mess that was each of you.

You looked over at Frankie, catching his eyes, needy. You moaned his name, beckoning him over. Santi growled above you, pushing himself harder. The air was snatched from your lungs as he pounded into your cunt, his hips slapping against the backs of your thighs. Your gaze returned to him, mouth dropping wider and wider.

“Yeah?” He tilted his head, eyebrows raising up just a bit.

You scanned his eyes, searching for any sort of hint to not let yourself fall again, but there was nothing. Only an intense form of passion burning behind those umber irises, one you hadn’t seen before. 

You nodded your head, slowly, almost in disbelief. Feeling that familiar tightening deep in your tummy, your eyebrows furrowed, trying to focus in. Trying to reach your peak without too much trouble, especially with the confusing mix of emotions flowing through your system. 

He could feel you squeezing him, growing tighter around his cock with each passing second. If you kept going like that, he knew you’d end up losing it. “Relax, baby, breathe for me…”

You followed his instructions, taking your deep breaths in and out, slowly, matching his decreasing pace in your cunt. Santi circled his hips, finding a way to get deeper inside, kissing your spot over and over again. It was agonizing. 

“There you go.”

You closed your eyes, soaking in the pleasure, feeling the intensity seep into your system. Moans filled the air and your back arched up off the bed, you were right there, so close. You suddenly felt a wet warmth on your left nipple, and your eyes shot right open. Santi sucked on your hardened nipple, and just the feeling and sight of it pushed you right over the edge. 

Santi watched you cum, that same face of ecstasy spread across your features identical how it was before. You trembled underneath him, fingers latched into his back. Both of you were damp with sweat, glued to each other like pieces of a puzzle. After only a few more strokes, Santi was cumming deep inside you, groaning roughly and filling you up with his seed. 

He didn’t stop his movements, dragging his hips slowly, almost like he wanted to torture you both. 

“Fuck, Santi, I can’t…please.” 

You looked over at Frankie, noticing the way he was rubbing his bulge through his jeans. Watching you and Santi. You knew he wanted to join, but they both insisted that the two of you had a moment together. Especially since they had already had their fun little reunion, without you. 

“Frankie, please..” You wanted him to come over, soothe you or even just take your place. It was all too much, you needed a breath. 

Santi narrowed his eyes at you—this was the second time you’d called for Frankie while he was balls deep inside of you. This was supposed to be his time with you, Frankie was supposed to be invisible, until it was even, equal. 

Through the memories of just a couple days ago—Santi on his knees, taking an angry Frankie’s length down his throat…then the both of them on the sofa, rubbing cocks and making out until they were cumming all over each other, eventually taking turns remembering how good it felt to be inside the other—he was able to refocus, zoning back in to making you feel good, making you remember the bond between you all. 

“Look at me.” Santi used a hand to point your attention back to him. 

You shook your head, “Please, s’too much..” 

“You can take it, mama, didn’t you miss me? Miss how I could make you cum back to back to back, just like this? Hm?” Every other word was enunciated with a particularly deep thrust, touching a heavenly button inside you that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back. 

“Mmmpphhh, I hate you…”

“You hate me?” He swirled his hips in slow circles, face close to yours as he held it in both his hands. 

You nodded. “Want Frankie…” 

“Frankie,” He glanced back at him for a quick second. ”…can join us once you’ve forgiven me, how about that? He’s already accepted my apology, what do I gotta do to get in your good graces again, hm?”

You rolled your eyes, weakly, the sassiness not a strong enough match for the fluttering in your cunt. Your body shuddered and Santi chuckled. “I think you need more, cariño.” 

You mustered up the strength to say what you really wanted to say. “Fuck you, Garcia…you could make me feel like I went to heaven and met God face to face, and I would still hate you..”

“Really?” He pouted, tilting his head to the side, but you could tell he was mocking you. He could still see right through your bullshit, even if you did mean half of it. 

“Yep.”

“Okay then, let’s test that out, sweetheart.” 

Santi sat up on his knees, pulling out of you temporarily, cock still nearly as hard as it was thirty minutes ago. He pulled you toward him by your hips, tucking his hands behind your knees and pushing your thighs back till your pussy and ass were up in the air. 

You watched, with a genuine pout on your lips as Santi stuck his big pink tongue out and licked from your hole up to your clit. He wrapped his lips around it, sucking for a few moments, smiling into your cunt at your immediate reactions—grabbing at his hair, moaning and crying for him to stop while you did nothing else to move him away from your body. 

He pulled back, looking down at your glistening pussy, watching you clench around nothing. He wanted nothing but to devour your sweet lips for the rest of the night, but he had a point to prove first. 

Keeping your thighs pinned back, he lined himself up with your hole once more, letting it slide right back in. “Ohhh—” 

“Christ..” Santi mumbled under his breath, eyes moving between your face and your cunt, which was swallowing him up as if it had been starving for him since he’d left. He knew you and Frankie never stopped hooking up, and he had a feeling there was something deeper there, but he hadn’t asked about it yet. He almost didn’t want to. 

He was so deep in this position, it felt like he was touching your heart with his cock, piercing straight through you. You couldn’t think. You could barely speak, babbling out broken and slurred phrases through your cries. 

“You like that, mama?”

You groaned, head falling to the side. You were obviously enjoying it, but still not ready to let him act like everything was fine all of a sudden. He brought a hand down to your cunt, placing his fingers on your throbbing clit. They rubbed side to side, picking up the pace as he kept on fucking you. “Ohh, shittttohmygoddd… you’re gonna make me, I’m gonna—”

It all hit you at once.

Your body shook, as though you’d been struck with lightning. Your voice was stuck in your throat, and you both watched with wide eyes as you squirted around him. He pulled out, drawing a gasp from your lungs, fingers still strumming your clit to pull all he could from you. Santi’s fingers were dripping with your juices as he played in your drenched pussy, growling out his praises above you. 

“Gooddd girllll”

“Cum for me, baby”

“So fucking beautiful”

“Pretty pussy cumming all for me, mhmm”

You were panting by the time you were coming down, still in his grasp, under his dark eyes. The sweat dripped down his muscles, glistening in the low light of your bedroom. “You got more for me, sweetheart?”

You shook your head, feeling the trembling across your limbs. “Nuh uh, please, I can’t take it, Santi…Frankie, tell him..” 

Frankie stood up from the chair, hard cock straining against the front of his dark blue jeans. He walked over, eyes never leaving yours. He stopped at the side of the bed, to your right, dropping down to get on eye level with you. One of his big, callused hands came up to your cheek, stroking gently, wiping away a tear that fell down your cheek. 

“Mi vida, my angel…” 

“Frankie, please..” His eyes strayed, attention being pulled to your pretty pussy, up close and being teased by the thick, dark head of Santi’s cock. His mouth watered at the sight, wanting nothing more than to taste the both of you. 

Santiago had always been an insatiable man, that’s what both of you loved about him…until you didn’t. He chased other cases, other partners, leaving the two of you behind as he searched for something better to occupy his time with. 

“Let him make it up to you, baby, then we can both take care of you, okay?” 

Your bottom lip poked out, and as soon as Frankie could read the pout on your face, he leaned in for the world’s most tender kiss, wiping it all away. You yearned for them both, for more, for everything. 

Frankie pulled away, watching your swollen, kiss-stained lips as he remained close. “Okay?”

You nodded your head, and relaxed in Santi’s hold, returning your energy back to the man you couldn’t truly hate even if you wanted to. 

His eyes were softer now, understanding more that leaving you and Frankie didn’t put a pause on everything like he’d imagined. You guys kept on, staying close throughout the years, supporting one another mentally, physically, emotionally. He 

fought off the thoughts claiming he didn’t belong here anymore, pathetic echoes reflecting the state of his mind for the past decade. Broken. Undeserving. 

“Fish…” 

Frankie stood back up to Santi’s level, coming in closer to meet his lips with his own. You watched as they kissed for a few moments, their hands tugging at the other’s body. With your right hand, you grasped Santi’s hip, pulling him deeper into you. Your head lolled back, feeling that sweet blend of pain and pleasure as he filled your overstimulated pussy again. 

They broke the kiss, both focusing back on you. Santi’s hips stuttered as he felt your tight squeeze. 

“Actually, mama, let’s flip this over.” 

You raised your eyebrows, not holding back your whine as you felt him snatch himself out of you half a second later. He pulled you forward, helping you to spin around and kneel on the bed. 

“C’mon Fish, let’s get her right, hm?”

“Fuck yeah.”

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