Page 48 of Tops
Tanner pushed his hard cock against me while he pulled me to his chest. “Just one more offending piece to go, baby,” he growled.
I was still sore from last night, but the more time I spent grinding against his cock, the more I considered saying fuck it. Taking off my underwear meant getting off his lap, but I couldn’t stop rocking my hips. There was a kind of soreness that almost felt like itching. Pain shot through me with each drag of my hips. It also felt like a relief. My tempo increased as I started chasing the painful reprieve, unsure if I was helping or hurting myself.
His hands on my ass slowed me before I managed to hunt down whatever kind of masochistic sensation I was looking for. His hold didn’t allow me to move, but my hands wrapped around his neck for stability as he stood. I checked his gaze, worried that I would find him upset.
“No more of that, Nessa,” he said in a playful, chastising way. It only made me want to disobey him more. He deposited me on my feet but didn’t go to sit back down at the bench, choosing instead to yank my underwear down my legs for me. “There,” he said with a smile before deciding he was able to go and sit. His arms stretched back out across the back of the bench.
I narrowed my eyes at the smug look on his face. He was encouraging me to be a brat at this point. Something no one else seemed to be able to pull out of me. I crossed my arms over my chest, covering my breasts so they were no longer available to his gaze while I tried to think of my next move.
“Pouting, Nessa?” Tanner teased me before spreading his knees wider to remind me of the giant sea monster-size dick hiding beneath the surface. I watched as he reached in to free his thick, hard cock, and I forgot what I was upset about.
There was seriously no way he was going to fit inside of me, ever.
But I did want to see Tanner shatter, and I wanted to be the one to cause it. A visceral part of me needed it, like it was a new replacement for air. My arms fell to my sides as I watched him slowly wrap his hand around his thick cock. He started to pump his hand up and down as my eyes drank in the sight. I studied the moment, making sure to mentally appreciate the size of him, committing every vein to memory.
Next time I needed to draw a dick, it would be this one I drew.
I was siren called by the sight of a cock as my feet shuffled forward before I fell to my knees between his spread thighs. Dirt and stones dug into my skin as I kneeled, but it didn’t matter. I wanted to look at it.
Eye to eye.
My hand reached out, and Tanner relinquished his hold to my care. In the dreary light, I saw how my fingers attempted, yet failed, to touch as they wrapped around his thickness. All jokes aside, I was a little intimidated by his size, yet hungry for the challenge. For now, my mission was to see him shatter.
I brought my other hand up to join in with the first as I started to pump up and down at the same pace he showed me. My hands moved in the way I remembered from his noises. His cock was impossibly hard beneath my hands, and I worried I would hurt him if I squeezed too tightly.
Leaning forward, I licked across the head, and his responding groan went through my entire body. I squeezed my thighs together to help stop the pulsing need that had settled in. Touching him and hearing the noises I could pull from him was just as arousing as being touched. My mouth opened wider as I tried to see how much of him I could take. The sides of my mouth burned as they stretched around his thickness. I didn’t manage to get much more than a few inches in my mouth before I pulled back to swirl my tongue around the tip.
“Fuck, Nessa,” Tanner groaned, and his hips bucked, chasing after my lips. His fingers wrapped in my hair like they had last night.
I collected spit in my mouth, letting it stream down onto the head of his cock before using my hands to gather and spread it across his length. Now that my hands were slippery, I could glide across his shaft while I sucked his tip between my lips. My tongue was busy tracing the seams of the head. The grip on my hair became painful as his cock seemed to harden further. I had no idea how that was possible, but I felt it beneath my grip. This must have been the moment before he shattered. I sank as far as I could onto his length, hollowing my cheeks as I focused on breathing through my nose.
Tanner’s cock pulsed as he held my head in place while I helped him to come. I didn’t even think as I swallowed everything he gave me until his grip on me melted away. Using the back of my hand, I wiped my mouth as I came up to see Tanner.
“So fucking perfect,” he sighed as his head fell back.
His hair was messy, as if he pulled on his own as much as he had pulled on mine. I had done this to him. If only for a moment, I had made his world turn upside down. A taste of power washed over me like I had never felt in connection with another person before. Like he was mine and mine alone to shatter.
They all were mine, and somehow, I was theirs.
But only for now.
It was temporary.
By Monday, I was no longer sore but left alone, as all three of them had work to do. I had finished with my classwork, so they couldn’t distract me from my degree with their massive cocks, but the start of the new week proved that wouldn’t have been as big of an issue. I would have plenty of downtime while they attended to their empires. Tanner hadn’t lied when he said his lifestyle didn’t leave enough time for a proper romance.
I wandered Bottoms, determined to find and map as many hidden passageways as possible. My school notebook and pen were with me as I found them a new purpose. All I needed to do was note the paintings near the openings, and then I could study the sheet whenever I was bored.
The first passage I tried was the one Nik took me through. Once I found the large abstract painting as my marker, I extended my hand, palm facing the painting as I breathed out slowly.
Please do not let me fuck up this artwork.
My skin pressed into the canvas, and the doorway opened as easily as it had responded to Nik. I went through the small space and out the other side. This took me directly toward the bedroom hallway. Stepping back into the small in between room, I wanted to investigate the other two walls. They looked entirely smooth, but I pressed my hand against the flat surface just in case. As my palm pressed into the surface, it moved back and then to the side to reveal a long corridor. It ran parallel to the hallway, with viewing areas near each painting.
I was trying to not freak out, but my mind was starting to push open the anxiety gate, regardless. My heart started pounding as if the goal was to burst from my chest, but my feet moved forward. They stopped in front of the first viewing area. On the other side of the wall, there should have been a painting with a rectangular plaque depicting the name and artist. On this side, you could look through the space where the sign was like a tiny one-way mirror. I bent slightly to position my eyes directly in the frame and looked into the empty hall beyond the wall.
“They could have at least told me about the secret passageways so it wouldn’t feel so violating to find them,” I muttered. Even as I tried to feel angry, my mind decided to point out that Nik was the one to first show me the secret passage. Plus, talking about secret passages was a good way for things to no longer be secrets. And they didn’t have to give my bracelet access to these parts of Bottoms if they didn’t want me to know about them.
“Fine,” I sighed, conceding the argument to logic. I could still feel the prickles of unease. Still, they somehow shifted into feelings closer to curiosity as I set out to map all the hidden paths.
