Page 17 of The Naughty Week
But I’m wrong. Josh’s fingers curl inside me, battling for space, and his strumming of my clit sends me over the edge. I’m a grunting whore when I come for the pair of them, squirting with such high pressure that it must look like I’m pissing all over the floor. I daren’t move, so I just brace myself, riding the waves. I’m so full. So crazy fucking full, that I’m scared to rock, or writhe, or anything. I just let the men play my body like a fucked up melody of filth.
I guess you could call that singing. Just not with vocals.
Heath is very gentle as he unplugs his fist from me. I collapse onto the floor in the aftermath, rolling onto my back in the oil slick.
I shake my head as I stare up at both of them, still in disbelief that the puppet show made it that far.
“That was crazy.”
“Crazy hot,” Heath says, and holds up his dirty slick hand. I can see the band of oil on his wrist. No joke he was buried deep. “Well done, curva. That was truly delightful.”
Heath is grinning down at me when Josh’s smile turns. I’m practically a mind reader when it comes to my boyfriend now. The change in his energy gives me a lurch so strong I feel nauseous.
He’s gunning for the man who just puppet fisted us. He’s already stretching his fingers, ready for action.
“And you, Josh,” Heath says, and flicks his attention back to my boyfriend.
That’s when he clocks it, too. The change in chemistry. The vicious need in Josh’s eyes.
“Practice what you preach, and reap what you sow, remember?” Josh licks his lips. “Time for you to get your fucking ass in the air now, Heath. You’re gonna need a whole load of olive oil after that show.”
Josh is so rough as he tangles his fist in Heath’s hair and shunts him forward onto all fours beside me. I scuffle out of the way, my eyes wide as my boyfriend reaches for the half empty bottle of oil and pops the top off.
Josh’s cock is straining, proud. Veined and dark and ready to blow.
“Spread your fucking ass,” he orders Heath. “You can be a sweetcurvanow.”
Heath does as he’s told, breaths shallow. I catch sight of his cock, and he’s as hard as Josh is – the puppet master desperate for a puppet master of his own. And he’s going to get one.
I back myself up so I can watch Josh at work. Heath’s dirty fingers are splaying his own cheeks, his ass clenching in preparation for what’s to come. A glorious target.
Josh doesn’t bother with slicking up Heath’s crack, just pushes the pourer of the olive oil bottle straight in and empties the whole fucking lot of it – a tank of lube sinking straight into Heath’s ass. Heath groans as Josh gets to work, and my entire body tingles as I watch my boyfriend take control.
“There’s no competition for you,curva, so you’re just going to have to take what you’re given. But that’s what you want, isn’t it? To take what you’re fucking given?”
My vampire hero nods, his groans notching up as Josh plugs straight in to the knuckles.
“Yes. I want to take what I’m fucking given. So give it to me. Do it, Josh. Fist my dirty fucking ass like I fisted your girlfriend’s.”
I’ve seen things get rough between Josh and Heath before. I’ve seen both of their asses take each other’s fists and accept one hell of a pounding, but this is different. Josh is plunging our client like he’s delving for treasure, loosening Heath to take a clenched fist before sliding in, fingers first.
Deep.
Really fucking deep.
As deep as Heath can take it…
And then more.
Just like Heath did with me.
It’s absolutely stunning to see the fire in Josh’s eyes as he puts Heath through the same beautiful torture he inflicted on me, and music to my ears to hear the way Heath grunts as he struggles to take it.
Josh’s eyes are still scorching hot when he looks at me.
“Be a good curva for Heath now, and milk his needy cock, will you? I want him to come while I’m at my deepest.”
The request lights up my soul.
