Page 13 of Stuck On Them

He did it again, and I propped myself up on my elbows to glare at him. He paid me no mind, continuing his exploration of my exposed skin. “I wasn’t planning on spanking you, but if you laugh again, I’ll be forced to.”

I purposely laughed again, and his nostrils flared as he knelt next to the bed, my leg now hanging over his shoulder. I liked getting a rise out of him, and I didn’t think I’d mind a spanking. There was only one way to find out.

He plunged two fingers inside me without warning and all laughter and potential spankings were forgotten. I fell back onto the bed, and he stopped, causing me to pop right back up.

“Watch.” He slowly slid his adept fingers back in, moving them in a way that hit a spot so sensitive I tried to close my legs. “I don’t think so.” He pushed the one leg he didn’t already have captive back to where it had been.

He slid past the spot again and again, each time the knot forming in my stomach growing tighter and tighter. My clit throbbed with the need to be touched, but he avoided it, opting to switch hands to continue fingering me for a few more thrusts.

He dropped my leg and stood, staring down at me briefly before walking over to his friends. My mouth opened on a sharp inhale as he held his fingers out to his friends.

Both men kept their eyes on me as they took his fingers in their mouths and tasted me. I was going to store the imagery forever in my flick file.

I sat up, unsure what to do with myself as they finished sucking his fingers clean. Was he going to taste me? I squeezed my thighs together and brought a hand to one of my nipples.

Ryker turned back to face me, his eyes locking on where I was pinching my nipple. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

My hand fell and I gaped at him as he prowled back toward me. But he passed right by, going around the end of the bed to the other side.

The man with the tattoos and penis piercing took his cock back out, playing with the ring on the end as his eyes went between me and Ryker who had lay down, his head facing them. The other man, who was much more serious, adjusted himself.

“Come here.” Ryker was stroking his hard cock when I turned to look at him. “Sit on my face.”

“Wh… what? Sit on it?” There was no way he wanted me to do that. Couldn’t he just go down there and do his thing without that?

“Yes. Straddle my head, facing them so they can see.” When I didn’t move, his eyebrows furrowed. “Now, Paige.”

“But…” I crawled over to him and turned to face our onlookers. “Sit on it?”

“Have you never sat on a man’s face before?” His face softened the smallest amount. “It’ll be fine. I wouldn’t tell you to do it if I didn’t want you to.”

He was right. This man knew what he was doing and if he felt I’d squish him or suffocate him, he wouldn’t have asked. Unless he was into that sort of thing, which was totally fine, but I didn’t want to have someone’s death on my hands… or my pussy.

I straddled him and then moved on my knees up to his face. His hands immediately grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. I practically squealed as his face went between my thighs, his stubble scraping the sensitive skin and his mouth… oh, God, his mouth.

My instinct was to fall forward, but he put a hand against my stomach, stopping me. He shook his head, but I couldn’t tell if he was telling me no or if it was a move to get his tongue inside me.

“Ryker!” I grabbed onto his hair, my legs trembling to keep myself hovering over him. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down farther. “Yes,” I hissed.

I didn’t know what he was doing, but I didn’t want him to stop. He was using his entire face, and my concerns over logistics went out the window, right along with all of my other insecurities.

My body wanted to rock into him, so I let it do just that, bringing one hand to my breasts to play with my nipples. He growled into my cunt, his tongue flicks and suction harder and more desperate.

“Oh, God. Right there.” I pinched my nipple hard, my eyes finally returning to my onlookers. “Yes, yes, yes!”

The stoic one wasn’t doing anything but watching, but there was no missing the erection in his pants. The other man was stroking himself, and when I met his heated gaze, he brought a finger to his mouth and sucked it.

“Fuck!” I leaned back, not caring that it made my thighs burn. I rolled my hips against Ryker’s face, needing more friction, more everything.

He removed his hand from where it was trapped, thanks to me lying back, and attacked my clit with his thumb. There was nothing gentle about it. It was rough and purposeful and sent me right over the edge.

A strangled cry unlike anything I’d ever produced filled the room and my legs squeezed around his head. Every nerve ending went off at once, making me wonder if this was what death by orgasm felt like.

Ryker’s ministrations slowed and stopped altogether when I shoved his hand away and attempted to free myself. I was practically lying backwards on him now, and my legs were at an unnatural angle that was difficult to move from, especially when they felt numb and tingly.

He chuckled when I didn’t move. He rolled me off him with superhuman strength and I settled onto my stomach. I groaned into the comforter as my legs unfurled, the numbness turning into full-on leg tingles.

I was aware he moved off the bed and I turned my head to watch him grab a condom off the nightstand and slide it on his cock. My body was still recovering so I didn’t move, not sure if I could.

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