Page 81 of Triple Play

Here I am in the same lingerie set—but things couldn’t be more different. They aren’t paying for a fantasy. They see me, and for the first time in a long time, that whisper goes silent.

My vibrator is still in its velvety carrying bag. Felix withdraws it. For a second, he looks like he’s going to laugh.

“Were you envisioning something else?” I ask.

He holds up the light blue vibrator—it’s U-shaped, with a bulge at each end, one of which sits inside me and the other is used for clit stimulation. “Just smaller than I expected.”

“Flick it on.”

He does. The setting I left it on is powerful enough that it practically jumps out of his hand. “Oh, that’s more like it,” he says.

“How’s that?”

“Small but assertive.” He drops a kiss to my thigh. “Now lie back.”

I do, settling against Blake. His hands find my ribs, sliding to cup my breasts in my bra, thumb flicking over my nipples. I whine, shift my hips, but I don’t have any place to go but against the vibrator that Felix presses to my clit, around the rim of my cunt. Blake sucks two of his fingers in his mouth, then applies them to the rough lace of my bra. It hurts, in a good way, building, as Felix pushes his tongue next to the vibrator, plunging into me until my pussy gives another wet pulse.

I start to whine, then bite back the noise.

“No.” Felix looks up from his knees, a shine already forming on his mouth and chin. “Be as loud as you want.” And he turns his attention back to me, back to the long strokes of his tongue against my clit, the taps of the vibrator, the feeling gathering at the base of my spine that only tightens when Blake goes from flicking my nipples to massaging them in slow uncompromising circles. When he whispers, “You’re being so good for us.”

As if I’m theirs, both of theirs.

Felix finally thrusts into my cunt—the thinner end of the vibrator, along with two fingers. I groan at the stretch, unable to hold myself up, and Blake’s arms come around me.

“I’m so full,” I whine, and Blake kisses my hair.

“Too much?”

“I want more.”

Felix laughs. “Greedy.” He strokes a thumb across my clit in time with his thrusts.

For the last month, I’ve been wary—I didn’t want Blake to see me as demanding, grasping. Now, I want what I’m due. “That’s right.”

“You heard her.” Blake’s fingers speed against my nipples.

Felix’s eyebrows rise. “Didn’t realize either of you was in charge.” He withdraws his hand, leaving me empty. “In fact, you’re not.”

“What’re you gonna do about that, daddy?” I tease.

And get the slap of Felix’s palm against my pussy, sending a shock of pleasure through me, a quick wave that almost immediately recedes. Along with Blake’s gasp, like he didn’t know that’s a thing people could want.

“Do that again,” I order.

Felix does, two more spanks, fingers rough against my clit. I’m wet, dipping in rivulets, desperate. “Still want more?” he asks.

My yes is a groan in the back of my throat, barely a word.

“Call me that again,” Felix says.

“Call you what?”

He spanks me one more time, right against my clit. Pleasure rolls through me, oceans of it. I’m writhing now, not the practiced version that I did at the club, just frantic movements of my hips against Blake’s lap. The feeling is almost unbearable. My knees try to clamp shut automatically.

“Hold her open.” Felix says it to Blake, who complies, palms on my upper inner thighs, making it so I can’t move, not that I want to. Not when Felix is using the vibrator to trace patterns on my clit, when Blake’s fingers are firm against my legs like he knows I’m strong enough to take it, when they both take my every demand as a challenge.

“Please.” It slides out.

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