Page 121 of Mayhem
“What did I—”
“Keep counting,” Cruz cut her off, and Paetyn delivered another strike.
“Seven,” Erin spoke. “Just tell me—”
The next one cut her off. “Eight.”
Cruz listened to her get through the other two before Paetyn tossed the paddle to the side. Slowly, he began to massage the cheeks he’d just punished, and Cruz grabbed the cooling lube from the bedside table and handed it to him. While it worked well to deal with soreness and help prevent swelling of the vaginal walls a bit during sex. It also came in handy for aftercare during spankings. Once Paetyn massaged it in, Erin sat up.
“What’s your temperature?” Paetyn questioned.
“I…” Cruz watched her think about it, and he knew why she was struggling. It seemed that Paetyn did as well.
“Individually, what are they?” Paetyn inquired.
“Lukewarm,” She responded, looking at Paetyn. Her eyes then shifted to him. “Cold.” She moved over on the bed, closer to where he stood. “Why are you mad at me?”
Cruz reached out and ran his knuckle up and down her cheek. “I’m not mad. I’m disappointed that you would put us in a dangerous situation like that. You could have injured us both, me more permanently than yourself.”
“I apologize. I just really wanted to taste you more. I got to enjoy Paetyn in the car, and I wanted to take you down my throat, too.”
Cruz shook his head and groaned as he heard Paetyn chuckle a bit. How was he ever supposed to be upset with her, disappointed in her, or anything else when she said shit like that? She knew just which buttons to push.
He ran his hand up the back of her neck, fisting her hair at the nape and pulling her head back. Cruz nipped at her chin.
“And you’re about to. Right now,” he told her.
Cruz took a step back, pulling her down. Her hands were right at the edge of the bed, her ass in the air. With his free hand, he grabbed his dick, running it along her lips. He was about to enjoy every minute of this.
Erin knew what she’d been asking for when she spoke the words, but she hadn’t expected him to immediately push as far down her throat as he could, her lips pressed against his skin. She was aware that she wasn’t supposed to try to give them head when she was being spanked because if for some reason one was too hard or landed wrong, she could end up biting them involuntarily. She just hadn’t been able to help herself.
They’d worked her up on the car ride to the restaurant and then throughout dinner, and Paetyn fucking her in the car had damn near been torture. Hell, the entire night had, and she still hadn’t gotten to cum.
Erin had wanted to taste Cruz and rile him up the same way they’d been doing her all night. Yes, she’d known better, but she tried it anyway. In hindsight, it could have ended up much worse than him pulling away from her since they were convinced she was flirting with the young man at the store. That had not been the case. He’d been staring at her, but what did she want with some boy when she had two panty-drenching handsome men who treated her like she hung the moon and stars?
She swallowed around Cruz’s dick, and he moaned as she felt Paetyn’s hands gently kneading her ass cheeks. The length of his dick rubbed against her clit, and she moaned while Cruz pulled his dick from her throat. He ran his thumb along her lower lip asPaetyn again slid his dick between her legs, brushing against her clit.
Erin’s entire body shivered from the sensation. Her clit was overly sensitive from the sweet torture he’d inflicted on it for most of the night. A little more friction, a few more slow slides of his dick against her clit, and she’d cum like a fountain.
She swirled her tongue around the head of Cruz’s dick; another delicious slide of Paetyn’s caused her to moan. She was so close; it was right there.
“You still don’t get to cum, Maly.” Cruz pushed his dick back into her mouth.
“At least not until we’re both inside of you,” Paetyn added, and Erin felt him slip the tip of his thumb, which she was sure he’d covered in lube at some point, into her ass.
She had a mind to mumble for them to hurry up around Cruz’s dick, but she knew them well enough to know they wouldn’t. They would make sure she was fully prepped, able to take them with little to no discomfort before they even thought about sliding into her, and while she appreciated it, it was more torture.
Cruz began to slowly fuck her mouth, and Erin breathed through her nose, focused on swallowing around him every time he pushed deep and staying relaxed so Paetyn could easily open her up.
“You take me so well, Maly. Such a good girl, letting me use this pretty little mouth, swallowing every inch of me.”
Erin moaned around his dick, both her holes instinctively twitching at the praise, and both men chuckled. She became putty in their hands when they praised her, melting at the words that turned her on even more and got her wetter.
“So gorgeous with your lips stretched around my dick,” Cruz continued.
“Absolutely perfect the way she’s letting me open her up. How eager she is to be ready to take us both.”
It was one thing when one of them was praising her. It was damn near euphoric overload when they did it together while touching her, pleasing her. Fuck, if she didn’t think she could cum from their words alone.
