Page 28 of Hard Ride
Lucas hasn’t moved, his long, thick cock still deep inside me, but his hands move from my hips and up my sides, sliding around to cup my breasts, pinching my hard nipples.
I jerk as pleasure/pain sparks through my body, even as I stammer, “I t-tried, Sir. But I?—”
“I don’t want to hear excuses.” Tate’s hands drop to his belt, and he starts undoing it. “You got greedy.” He pulls down his zipper. “So now you’re going to pay for it.”
Oh God. I’m breathing faster again, my pulse ramping up as he reaches down and pulls his cock out. It’s just as hard andthick and long as I remember, and I can’t hear anything through the hammering of my heartbeat.
“I want you to suck me off until I come,” Tate orders. ‘But again, if you come again before I do, then there will be consequences.”
As if in warning, Lucas’s hands on my breasts squeeze gently, his hips beginning to move, and I gasp as another jolt of pleasure hits me. “Y-yes, Sir,” I manage to force out, my attention focused on the way Tate is gripping his cock in one large fist.
“You’ve been warned.” He steps closer, slides one hand into my hair, pulling me forward. “Open up,” he says, then guides his cock into my mouth with the other.
He’s hot against my tongue, all smooth skin and salt, and the taste of him is all Tate. Familiar. He really liked me giving him blow jobs on my knees, and again, all those old, conflicting feelings of being turned on and yet dirty at the same time threaten to return.
It’s worse this time, though, because I’m not in control of this. I’m not in control of any of this, and a dim part of me is panicking. Especially when Lucas’s hands move me the way he wants as he thrusts into me, the slide of his cock already driving me towards another peak, and then Tate’s dick filling my mouth, his grip on my hair tightening, holding me still.
It’s overwhelming being caught between them and having them both inside me at the same time, and it’s so wrong that I’m completely at their mercy, yet it feels so good. Too good.
I want to close my eyes so Tate can’t see the conflict waging a war inside me, but naturally, he spots my urge to hide. “Don’t you dare,” he murmurs roughly. “Eyes on me when you’re sucking my cock, sub.”
I can’t say anything, not with my mouth full of him. All I can do is try to overcome my gag reflex as he thrusts deeper into my mouth, brushing the back of my throat.
My world narrows to the thrust of Tate’s cock in my mouth, the slide of Lucas’s dick in my pussy, and the heat in Tate’s eyes. It’s so good. It’s so intense, and there’s nothing I can do to make it easier, to reduce it somehow, make it manageable. And I’m nearly coming again, which makes me tear up. Because I’m not going to be able to stop it this time either, just like I couldn’t with the last, and all my fighting, all my resistance is for nothing.
Then just as I’m about to burst into sobs, Tate’s gaze flickers and he growls, “Come for him, sub. Come all over his cock.Now.”
As soon as the words are out of his mouth, my body relaxes and I let the second orgasm crush me, a muffled scream vibrating against Tate’s cock in my mouth. Lucas thrusts harder, timing his with Tate’s, but I’m already flying. Dimly, I hear Lucas curse, and his body shudders. Then Tate slides both hands into my hair, gripping me tightly as he fucks my mouth until he’s growling as he empties himself down the back of my throat.
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Tate
Lucas deals with the condom, then tugs Katherine back against his chest. She’s got her eyes closed, her hair half coming out of her little bun, tears and mascara running down her face, and she’s never looked so lovely to me. Havingher mouth around my dick, sucking me the way she used to, but this time not pulling away when things got too intense, just staring up at me as she swallowed me, was as good as I thought it would be. No, it’s fucking better.
She surrendered to Lucas and me so beautifully, and watching him toy with her, watching her shift and bite her lip and whimper as he stroked her pretty little cunt, was fucking hot.
It was a calculated risk asking Lucas to join us, but I knew that after the way she came against my fingers while watching him with Cherry, that maybe he had to be part of this too. He’s always tempered my impatience, provided reassurance when I don’t want to give it, and stops me from pushing too hard, too soon. We work well together as Doms, and part of me has been wondering if the missing link between Katherine and me, all those years ago, was Lucas.
Anyway, given her resistance to me and her determination not to acknowledge her own arousal, to pretend that giving me her submission was something casual, I knew I had to do something. I didn’t want to scare her, that’s the last thing I wanted to do. I wanted to give her pleasure, show her that her sexuality and the intensity of what we shared all those years ago were nothing to be ashamed of. I wanted to fix what was wrong between us.
So, asking Lucas for his help seemed like the most logical thing to do. Also, he wants her. Of course, again, it was risky to ask him, because he’s as possessive as I am, and he made it very clear that if he joined the scene, he wasn’t likely to let her go afterward either.
That’s an issue, but since Katherine and her needs were more important in the immediate present than anything else, I decided I’d deal with that later.
Initially, when Lucas came in and I saw her shock at his presence, I wondered if I’d miscalculated, and she was going to say her safe word. But she didn’t. And when he ordered her to come to him, she went, and seeing him with his hand between her thighs, and how wet she was, I knew that having him join us was the right thing to do.
I tuck myself away, then go to the small ensuite bathroom I had put in when the club was being built and run some warm water over a small cloth. Then I go back into the office and over to Lucas’s chair, taking Katherine’s stubborn, pointed chin in gentle fingers and cleaning up her face.
Lucas is busy taking the pins out of her hair and combing his fingers through her long, red curls, letting them cascade over his shoulder and the arm of the chair. She doesn’t move as I wipe the tears from her cheeks, lying lax with her eyes closed against Lucas’s chest.
He gives me a direct look, but he doesn’t have to speak in order to tell me what he’s thinking right now. I know already. Fucking her has only cemented his need for her, as I knew it would. He’s not going to give her up to me without a fight.
Naturally, I have no intention of giving her to him, either, but that’s something we’ll discuss later, in private. I stare back, and he gives a slight nod, getting the picture. Then he glances down at Katherine. “Wrists,” he says.
I move to shift her slightly, so I can check on the cuffs and make sure her blood flow is good, and it is. There’s no reason to take them off just yet, and I like having her cuffed. She likes it too, no matter how she denies it.
“All good,” I say. “Let’s leave them on.”
