Page 51 of Third Wheel

Zach

Watching Kincaid bury his face in Amy’s pussy brought the most intense feelings of arousal and jealousy stabbing through Zach’s chest.

Part of it was jealousy that Kincaid’s focus was on someone else—something that always fueled him during their scenes—but part of it was envy that he was the first between Amy’s thighs. The first to taste her. Then again, Zach had gotten the first kiss.

And now she was pushing her breasts in the air, her reddened nipples begging to be decorated.

He moved beside them, smiling cruelly as she opened her eyes to look at him, the sensual haze still clouding her vision. With her hands firmly planted on the desk to keep her in position, he didn’t need to bind her to keep her still.

“Do you like what he’s doing, little slut?” he asked, moving around to the other side of the desk so he could cup her breasts from behind her, looking over her shoulder to watch Kincaid feasting on her pussy. His boyfriend’s dark head moved up and down as he licked and suckled her sweetness.

Zach put his hands on Amy’s stomach, just above Kincaid’s head, and slowly slid them up to her breasts, caressing the soft flesh of her body with appreciation. She moaned, her head falling back as he reached her breasts. From the soft touch he’d been doing, he now changed, gripping her breasts hard enough to make her cry out as he pinched her nipples tighter than ever, flattening the little buds between his fingers.

From his vantage point, he could see the way her thighs moved, squeezing Kincaid’s head between them in reaction to Zach’s tormenting fingers. His cock ached from her sharp cry, and he turned his head into her shoulder, biting down on the sensitive flesh.

Something he’d never been able to do before.

He couldn’t get his mouth on her pussy right now, but he could do this, and it assuaged some of the hunger he was feeling. He felt her pulse fluttering against his tongue and heard her tiny whimper as he sucked hard, leaving a small mark behind by the time he lifted his head again.

Only then did he give her nipples a final twist before releasing them, making her cry out again.

Time to decorate the pretty little buds.

He’d already picked out the adjustable rubber-tipped clamps, even though she could definitely handle more, just because he wanted most of her focus to be on him and Kincaid, not on the clamps. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled them out.

He could tell she was getting closer and closer to orgasm as Kincaid pleasured her with his tongue, the soft moaning noises she was making, the way her body shuddered. The pain would either pull her back or tip her over, and he was betting on the latter, though either way, he looked forward to finding out.

The more he discovered about her body, the better he’d be able to satisfy her.

The sound she made when he closed the first clamp around her nipple made him grin, his cock throbbing in response. Kincaid paused what he was doing, looking up with some concern, then heat flared in his eyes when he realized. His gaze caught with Zach’s and made his dick pulse in an entirely different way, his insides tightening before Kincaid returned to his efforts.

Amy panted for breath, whimpering, and Zach hefted her other breast in his hand, closing the clamp over that nipple as well. This cry was smaller, possibly because she was expecting it and possibly because Kincaid’s tongue was working magic on her pussy… or a combination thereof.

“Oh, fuck…” The little sobbing breath she took was music to his ears.

“What do you think, Kincaid?” Zach asked, sliding his hands up to toy with the clamps, tugging and twisting on them, watching her shudder as she tried to hold herself in position. “Should we let our little slut come? Or should we make her wait?”

Her breath hitched, and she whimpered again, turning to look at him with pleading eyes. Kincaid chuckled, lifting his head just barely away from her pussy so he could answer Zach.

“I think our sweet girl needs as many orgasms as we can give her,” he said. “Until she’s begging us to stop.”

Zach wholeheartedly agreed, but he did like to see her worry, her anxiety, and then her relief.

“As you wish.”

He squeezed to open the clamps—not all the way, just a touch, just enough to ease some of the pressure on her nipples for a brief moment—then let them go so that they closed down around the little buds again. Her scream of pained pleasure was glorious.

Amy

It hurt, it hurt, it hurt so good.

It hurt in ways she’d forgotten. In ways she hadn’t known it could. Because it didn’t just hurt; it ached. She ached. Throbbed. All over.

The pulsing agony from her nipples melded with the pleasure from Kincaid’s tongue as he licked and sucked along her pussy all the way up to her clit. Her brain had turned off almost entirely, lighting up only for the little comments Zach was making.

When he asked if they should make her wait to come, she’d almost cried.

When she’d realized she wasn’t going to have to wait, she would have cheered if she hadn’t been screaming from what Zach had just done to her poor, abused nipples. Yet, part of her loved that viciousness, the way he played with her senses, the way he and Kincaid were double-teaming her in every possible way.

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