Page 106 of Whips and Chains
She moaned at the touch of something new, and my dick got way too fucking excited.
And my brain got way too fucking dirty.
I tipped the bottle up, letting a tiny bit of cold, amber liquid trickle onto her skin.
She gasped, then moaned when my warm tongue was there to lick it away.
So I kept going, dribbling liquid down her spine and tonguing it off, getting lower and lower, until the last few mouthfuls of beer trickled in between her ass cheeks.
The moan she let out when I followed the tiny river I’d made was the most satisfying noise I’d ever heard.
“Whip! Oh my God, you can’t…” Heat radiated from her skin.
“I can’t what, sweetheart? Tongue fuck your ass?” I chuckled. “Yeah. I can. And I’m going to until you beg me not to stop.”
If she’d been going to complain, she had stopped real fucking quick.
Levi’s eye caught mine, and there was a fire in them I’d never seen before, but I couldn’t keep my eyes on him when I was too busy making sure Violet knew how good anal could be if you did it with someone who knew what they were doing.
I flicked my tongue against her tight rear hole.
Her moans satisfied something deep inside my chest.
But my dick ached, dying to get in on the action.
She wasn’t ready for that yet. She ground back against my face, losing herself to the pleasure, and I slid a finger inside her opening.
She paused for a moment, but this wasn’t the first time she’d taken this much. She moved again, almost as quickly as she’d stopped. “More,” she groaned.
I had no idea if she meant more of me or more of Levi. But it was damn hard not to line my cock up with her entrance and give her both of us.
But I refused to go too fast and hurt her. I was big. A lot bigger than a finger or an ass plug. She needed to take one of those before I could even think about giving her my cock.
Without a word, though like he was having the same thoughts, Levi jerked his head toward the bedside table I’d had my beer resting on. I opened it, hoping for a plug.
The thought of Levi jerking his cock in here alone, working a plug in his free hand, nearly had me coming on the spot.
But of course, Mister I’m Not into Guys didn’t have a shiny silver plug sitting in his drawer.
But there was a tube of lube.
I plucked it up, squirting a dollop of it between Violet’s cheeks and rubbing it in with my fingers.
“Oh God,” she moaned. “Whip. Fuck me. Please.”
I shook my head. “Not yet, sweetheart. Soon. But I gotta make sure you can take me there.”
She panted and moaned, fighting the grip Levi had on her hips.
She wanted to be fucked fast. I could see it in the strain of her muscles. She was close to coming, and she wanted to get over the line.
But Levi and I were both on the same page. He still had his cock buried deep in her pussy, but he was clearly getting off on drawing this out as much as I was. He’d slowed her right down, so she was full of him, but she wasn’t getting the friction she needed to come.
Not yet anyway.
I was about to push a second lubed up finger into her ass, but the empty beer bottle that had fallen onto the mattress stopped me.
The narrow opening and gradually widening neck was not entirely unlike the plug I’d been hoping to find in Levi’s drawer.
