Page 19 of Depraved

River's fingers pulled out of my heat as he reached out and coated Alex’s dick in my wetness. Alex hissed through his teeth as River pumped his cock for just a moment, making sure he was slick and wet for me. Then, with one smooth thrust, he buried himself inside me. I gasped at the delicious stretch, my back arching involuntarily.

"I said don't move," River growled in my ear, his free hand coming up to cover my mouth, muffling my gasps and moans as Alex began to move. He set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against mine with enough force to rock the entire bed.

The dual sensations of Alex's thick cock filling me and River's skilled fingers on my clit had my head spinning. Alex's eyes were dark and a little bit wild as he watched me struggle to obey River's command. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise as he pounded into me relentlessly.

"That's it, take his dick like a good fucking girl. Don't you dare come until I say so."

I whimpered against River’s palm, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. My entire body trembled on the edge of release, desperate for that final push over the cliff.

Alex's thrusts grew erratic, his breathing ragged. "Shit, I'm close," he panted.

River’s eyes met Alex’s, and a feral grin stretched his lips. “Make her fucking beg for it…”

He slowed his thrusts, grinding deep inside me with agonizing slowness. "You heard him, Lala. Beg for it. Beg me to fill you up."

I whimpered against River's palm, desperate for release. When River slowly removed his hand from my mouth, instead, wrapping his fingers around my throat, I gasped out, "Please?—"

Alex's hips snapped forward hard, driving a cry from my throat. "Not good enough," he growled. "Tell me how badly you want my cum."

“Holy shit, please, Alex—River—Oh god?—”

Something in River snapped. With a guttural "Fuck it," he surged down my body. His mouth replaced his fingers, hot and wet as he sucked my clit between his lips.

The sensation was too much. White-hot pleasure exploded through me as I screamed. My inner walls clamped down on Alex's cock as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me.

Alex moaned loudly, his hips stuttering as my pulsing muscles pushed him over the edge. With a final deep thrust, he came hard, flooding me with his hot cum.

River growled against my oversensitive flesh, the vibrations sending aftershocks of pleasure rippling through me. His tongue lapped at my pussy, gathering the mixture of my arousal and Alex's cum. The sight of his scarred face between my thighs, his eye dark with lust, had me trembling all over again.

As the last tremors of my orgasm faded, River pulled away slowly. His lips and chin glistened with our combined wetness. He met my gaze, his eye blazing with a hunger I'd never seen before. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly licked his lips clean.

"Fuck," Alex breathed, his chest heaving as he carefully withdrew from me. "That was..."

River said nothing, but I could see the tension thrumming through his coiled body. His gaze roamed over my body. I ached to reach for him, to pull him down on top of me and feel his weight pressing me into the mattress.

But I knew better than to touch him without permission. River's control was a fragile thing, held together by sheer force of will. One wrong move could shatter it completely.

"River," I breathed, my voice hoarse from screaming.

He shook his head slowly, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "Not yet," he growled. "I can't... it's too much."

With visible effort, River pushed himself off the bed. His impressive erection strained as he backed away, fists clenched at his sides.

"I need some fucking air," he muttered, before disappearing into the bathroom just as Sarge was walking out. The door slammed shut behind him with enough force to rattle the pictures on the wall.

Alex and I exchanged a look, both of us still breathing heavily. Sarge grunted, shaking his head as he headed over to the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“You guys are torturing that man,” Sarge said dryly.

I sighed, guilt twisting in my gut as I stared at the closed bathroom door. Sarge was right, we were torturing River, pushing him to his limits. Part of me wanted to go after him, to offer comfort or release. But I knew that would only make things worse.

"He'll be alright," Alex murmured, pulling me against his chest. His skin was slick with cooling sweat, his heart still pounding beneath my ear. "River's tough. He knows his limits."

I nodded, but the knot of worry in my chest didn't ease. River had been through so much already. The last thing I wanted was to add to his trauma.

Sarge settled onto the edge of the bed with a groan. "You two get some sleep," he said gruffly. "I'll take first watch."

I wanted to argue, to insist that I was fine to keep guard. But exhaustion was already pulling at my limbs, my eyelids growing heavy.

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