Page 79 of Bound By Brielle (Crave & Cure Productions)

He swallows hard as I turn my gaze to B, who is working Tuck harder now, Lance’s fingers skating over her nub in fevered strokes, both of them on the brink. “She’s… fuck she’s so wet. So swollen. She needs you, she needs you inside of her, too,” he breathes, his voice raspy and broken, like the mere idea of me fucking her while he watches is going to make him spill. I look down at my fist, the precum coating my hand and knuckles, and smirk down at him.

“Not yet,” I whisper, then turn back to her. “Come for him. Come for him now,” I command, and as if she were waiting for my cue like a good girl, her eyes snap shut, her mouth flies open, and the room is filled with silent but aggressive cries. Her legs straighten, toes curl, Lance’s fingers continue working, and I find his eyes closed beneath me, too.

For a few seconds, it's like only the three of us in this world. In this heated, dense space that buzzes and sparks with electric chemistry, vibrant energy, feelings so big that there’s hardly room to breathe. I watch the man I love bring the woman I love to the crest, her orgasm spilling out of her relentlessly as she trembles and shakes right next to us, my hard cock deep inside of him. It’s a lot. And yet, I need more.

I need to finish him.

I look down at him, my fist resuming leisurely strokes as I saw my hips between his beautiful spread legs, feeding him the orgasm of his life. “Now,” I breathe, a drop of sweat journeying from my forehead to the tip of my nose, dropping down to his cheek. His tongue darts out, collecting it as he nods, knowing exactly what I’m commanding.

“Fuck!” he howls, wasting no time as hips jerk up off the mattress, the hand touching Brielle’s cunt now gripping her bare breast.

“Oh my god,” she breathes, and from the corner of my eye, I see a sticky and discarded Tuck between her legs, her own hand replacing him.

“I’m coming, Jesus christ,I’m coming!” he howls and I look down in time to see his orgasm rocket from him, his hips thrusting with each hefty shot. He growls and groans as I fuck him through orgasms, rocking to my knees, pushing his legs up. I no longer stroke him but rather fuck his ass slow as the rest of his orgasm trickles out, touch free, his entire belly button full of cum, his entire chest a painted canvas of coitus.

From next to us, Brielle’s hand comes down on Lance’s chest, clutching at the cum streaked over his muscled body. She yelps, crying out as she cums for the third time, at her own hand. “Ohmygod, yes,” she moans, her body writhing and curling as she comes.

As she’s riding her orgasm out, I lift her hand from Lance’s bare, heaving chest, and dip her cum-coated fingers into my mouth. Both of them exhale heavily at the notion, and I find sated adoration in their eyes.

But I haven’t come yet.

“On the bed, legs open,” I tell Brielle, who looks like her bones have gone liquid and her brain is on pause. Multiple orgasms will do that to you. “Now!” I snap, and watch in delight as she scrambles up the bed into position. I stroke my hand through my hair, sweat slick against my palm. From nearby, I grab our towel and wipe Lance’s chest and belly off. I slide out of him, then use the unused damp side of the towel to clean off my cock.

“I’m gonna eat your pussy until you can’t fucking see straight, and while I’m doing that,” I tell her, turning to Lance who is sitting up, half-hard cock in hand. He surveys my bare body, the dark hair on my belly rising up to my chest, the scruff growing thick along my jaw, and my slick, glistening cock, filling my large palm. I look at her, pink pussy on display, need in her eyes, her blonde hair clinging to her damp neck. My needy little pups, I can’t help but think as I take position between her legs, on my elbows with my ass up. I give my other pup a gift I can tell he wasn’t expecting. “Fuck me.”

Immediately he reaches for the lube, filling his palm. The bed dips as he takes his place behind me, the sound of her touching her pussy and him stroking his lubed erection making my cock weep thick strands of precum straight onto the comforter. Sex is messy, that’s life.

“Hands in my hair, and my hair only,” I tell her, wanting a full view of those gorgeous tits. I kiss her mound a few times, loving how sweet and musky she smells after coming so much. She smells like feral need, and it drives my urges through the roof. Behind me, Lance presses into my ass, pushing until I accept all of his crown. His refractory period is a goddamn aphrodisiac. My ass tightens, adjusting to the intrusion because it’s been too fucking long. When he feeds me every inch, he wraps his body around mine, and the intimate contact of groin to ass, chest to back, it makes my eyes heat.

But I lick. I lick up her pussy, sucking her clit onto my tongue as she claws and grabs at my head of hair. I lick as she moans, her legs clamping down around my ears. Then Lance moves. He begins the quick pumps in and out of me as his hand comes to my cock. I still when he makes the first fisted pass of my cock, my orgasm barreling up my thighs, wrapping my hips, falling heavily into my groin.

But I don’t come until they both come again. That’s my personal rule.

I close my eyes, taking long licks of B’s sweet cunt as she teases my scalp with her fingertips, moaning the entire time. “Yes, Aug, holy shit,” she mewls. I open my eyes to find her nipples like rocks, her belly quivering, legs trembling around me. “I’m so sensitive but fuck you feel so good,” she adds, gnawing at my self-control. I suck her clit into my mouth right as Lance picks up his pace, taking my ass in aggressive, quick strokes, making me clench all around him. My prostate buzzes, emitting waves of raw need through my body. His hand is slick against my cock as he jacks me, and when he slides his thumb along my weeping slit, I know I’m running out of time.

“Empty yourself into me, you’ve earned it,” I rasp over my shoulder to him, feeling his cock slam into me faster as soon as the words leave my lips. He’s ready, too.

“Come with him, come together,” I tell her and watch with a full heart as her eyes rise to him, and over the terrain of my sweaty body, their gazes idle. They find an agreement silently in that bed, and as I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue, they come.

His heat spears through me first, and his grip on my cock tightens as he comes. Spurt after spurt, his orgasm swims through my lower half, making me feel both full and sated. Brielle’s pussy twitches and sound is taken from me as her thighs clamp around my face, this time without relent. Her hips lift and her pussy juices into my mouth, a gush of sweet liquid flooding my tongue. I have to swallow to keep feasting on her, so I do. I swallow her cum as she writhes against my mouth, Lance’s pumps behind me finally losing momentum as the last of his orgasm leaves him, entering me.

And then I’m at the breaking point. My balls are heavy and tight, my body is on fire, and my cock is so hard I could hammer a fucking nail with it, I swear. And it weeps. Fuck how it’s weeping. There’s a pool of precum beneath my head and I don’t want to cum on this bed. Not after all that.

“Brielle, Lance, on your hands and knees, now,” I growl, ordering them to make themselves ready for me amidst their come down. Lance slips out of me, and I’d normally hate how that feels but I’m so close to painting this room that I can’t focus on anything but holding it. I grip the fat head of my cock as they take their positions on the bed.

“Hold each other by the collar,” I command my pets. Lance and Brielle steady themselves on opposite arms, each hooking a few fingers beneath the other’s collar. “Now kiss.”

And I watch as their mouths fuse together, tongues dancing, both of their backs arched perfectly. On my knees in the middle of them, I pump myself just once, the first rope of release coating Brielle’s back. She moans into their kiss, and I give him the second and third ropes of release, and veer back to her as I jack the rest out of myself. When I’m done, they’re kissing and moaning, their backs coated in my cum.

We aren’t into water sports, so this is my way of marking them. Being their pack leader. Make them come until they can’t think then brand them as mine.

It’s fucking perfect.

There’s something about sitting across from your girlfriend’s father after she’s been your little cum slut all weekend that feels a bit… awkward. Still though, I hold a simple smile on my face, as does Lance.

We’re at Rise & Grind meeting with Quincey and as much as I don’t advise others to do things behind their partners’ backs, well, here I am. Because Lance and I couldn’t figure a way to have them work through this without mediation. Quincey is stubborn and Brielle is hurt, and those two things don’t often lead to reconciliation—not without help.

Lance shoves a hand through his hair, then glances at his watch. His leather dress shoe taps impatiently on the old tile floor as he makes his discomfort known.

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