Page 59 of Puck Shy

When Stevie tries to pop her head up to look, Nia grabs her hair, shoving her back down to her cunt while tsking, “No peeking.”

My cock strains against the fabric of my briefs at her demanding words. Nia is like me; she prefers to be in control of a scene. Though that doesn’t mean I haven’t let her, and Stevie, take me for a ride. I let them have their fun on my birthday this summer. Let’s say it was a night I’ll never forget.

“Fuck, Stevie. You’re so good at licking pussy,” Nia praises her.

My girl hums around Nia’s clit but doesn’t let up.

“And Johnny, baby. You’re such a good boy. Keep stroking that cock until you almost come. Then stop.”

“Yes, Nia,” he answers dutifully.

While they continue to play, I dim the lights and set the lit candle down on a side table. Then I grab a bottle of lube and kneel on the bed behind Stevie, running one of my hands down the soft skin of her back and ass. She moans around Nia’s clit but doesn’t let up, sucking her until Nia is crying out.

I move Cherry’s thong to the side and place the tip of the now lubed plug at her back entrance, rimming her with the cool object before sliding the tip in. She gasps at the intrusion, but Nia holds her hair firm.

“You’re so beautiful like this, baby, your body ready for me. Your holes just waiting to be fucked.” Then I plunge the cool plug halfway in then pull it out, spitting on it for fun before I tell her to take a breath. When she exhales, I push it all the way past the tight rings of muscle.

“Oh, fuck!” she cries, her body bending so she looks like she’s doing the cow pose. Nia lets her have a moment before she tugs her hair to bring her head between her thighs. Stevie sighs and presses her ass back. I slap each cheek for good measure then push the base of the plug so she’s keening around Nia’s clit.

Once I’m satisfied with the picture she makes, I place the scrap of her thong over it before my eyes meet Johnny’s. I can see sweat on his brow from the edging Nia is having him do, and I figure I’ll add to his pain a little. I motion for him to come over to me, and he does like the good boy we’ve all trained him to be.

I take the candle from the side table as well as the heart-shaped paddle Nia brought over, the same one she used on Stevie last Valentine’s Day. I toss it in my hand before giving it to Johnny. Then I hold the candle up and see a good amount of wax pooled on the top, which means we’re ready to really get the party started.

“You remember your safe word, Cherry?” I ask in a teasing voice. I know she remembers, but I like asking anyway.

“Valentine,” she murmurs, her voice muffled by Nia’s pussy.

“Good girl,” I groan, then I tip the candle so a tiny bit of wax falls on her ass. She cries out in surprise, her head turning to look at me, her eyes wide.

I hold the candle up and flash her my one-dimpled smile. “Ask, and you shall receive, Cherry.”

She grins at me, but it doesn’t last long, because Johnny brings the paddle down over where the wax has just dried.

“Oh!” she cries, her head falling against Nia’s open thigh.

“Again,” I tell Johnny. He strikes her again, a little harder this time so that a piece of the wax falls onto the sheet and he leaves a little red heart behind on her ass.

Before Stevie can catch her breath, I pour wax on her other ass cheek then some in the divot of her low back. It drips down the side onto her belly, painting her red. I palm my cock through my briefs for a tiny bit of relief as Johnny paddles the other cheek. We do this for a while, Cherry bringing Nia to the brink of orgasm while I paint my girl with wax and Johnny marks her ass and thighs with pretty red hearts.

By the time I hold my hand up for Johnny to stop, Stevie is shaking with pain and pleasure. “Are you doing okay, Cherry?”

“Jesus, yes. It feels so good.” She moans before licking at Nia’s swollen folds.

I place the candle down and rub my hand over Stevie’s sensitive skin, causing her to release a muffled moan. My eyes track to Johnny who looks like he’s about to pass out from lack of stimulation. Willing to throw him a bone, I get Nia’s attention.

“I think Johnny needs your love, Angel.”

She smiles at the nickname then beckons Johnny over with a crook of her finger. “Come here, puppy. Let me make you feel good.”

Not needing to be told twice, he moves toward Nia, who’s now positioned herself so her head is hanging off the edge of the bed, long brown hair spilling down the side of the sheets. She opens her mouth for him, and he wastes no time feeding her his cock.

Turning my attention back to Stevie, who’s now got her fingers curling inside her friend to stroke her G-spot, I take a second to admire the work we did on her body. Then I decide I have a few more decorations I’d like to add.

I stand from the bed and remove my briefs, my cock slapping against my abs. Everyone is busy pleasuring their partners, but I see Stevie’s forest eyes look for me every few seconds, which gives me heart palpitations. Sometimes, I still can’t get over how lucky I am to have a woman like her in my life. Someone who loves me as much as she does. Someone who would walk through fire for me. But she knows I would also do the same for her. She tells me all the time I’m her dream man, but she’s my dream woman.

With a smile, I fist my straining length and rub pre-cum down my shaft before kneeling behind Stevie once more. She moves so her butt pushes back, and I chuckle. “You ready for this cock, baby?”

She nods, and I smack her ass. “Use that pretty mouth to speak your words for me.”

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