Page 41 of M.M. Scrooge
Again and again, the burning sting and the cracking snap of the leather go on. I won’t count. I can’t.
Ash appears in front of me, kneeling and offering a thick leather strip at the seam of my lips. After a second of confusion, I open my mouth, and he slips the hide between my teeth. I bite down like there’s no tomorrow.
His eyes are huge. His face blurs. Tears cloud my vision. Hands cup my cheeks, the ones on my face, while the cheeks on my ass take a beating. I drop my forehead to rest on my arms.
A jolt of pain sends a twin jolt of arousal to my cock. Need rushes through me from my curled toes to the pressure building behind my eyes.
Smack, smack, smack.
My abs flutter. I rock on my knees, too worked up to be still. Biting hard on the leather, I groan, only to hear my voice come out stifled and hoarse. I don’t recognize myself.
More, more, more!
I dig my fingers into the carpet. “Please!”
I don’t know what I’m asking for. For this to stop? For it to continue? To never end? For a fucking ice bath? I’m at a loss. Everything is full, too much, too good, too painful, but not enough.
The smacking ends. I sob one broken moan after another. Drake’s hands, free of the flogger, settle on my lower back and give a gentle squeeze.
I’m crying, eyes shuttered closed, as Ash slithers his way beneath me.
What’s happening? I can’t concentrate. My ass is burning and neglected.
Ash is wriggling under me, in my way. I can’t ignore him, but I can’t make my body work either. Then his lips close around the flushed, leaking crown of my cock, and I’m enveloped in blissful heat and suction.
Another moan. I can’t stop. Feels so good.
Drake slides his hands up my flank, down my thighs. He avoids the tortured skin, but his hands are everywhere else, roaming, exploring. Feels amazing. I’m shivering.
The urge to thrust deeper into Ash’s mouth, to breech his throat, drives me mad, but I hold back. I’m on the fucking edge. One good swallow and I’ll tip over it. I spread my legs wider for him, making it easy. God, he’s good at this.
“Suck him.” Drake’s voice, rich and dreamy and somehow right next to my ear. I open my eyes and get my bearings. Drake holds a palm open in front of my mouth. When my brain catches up, I spit the leather strip into it. I’m glad to be rid of it. The strip disappears, but Drake doesn’t. He wipes the tears from my cheeks with his big thumbs. “Suck him.”
Blinking, I look down. Ash’s arching cock is within my reach. With little maneuvering on my part, I take him into my mouth and suck.
Fuck, that’s nice. Familiar. Warm. Soft, smooth skin over a rigid hard rod, slightly curved and delicious. I gorge myself on him, slurping and laving his shaft with my tongue.
We must make a pretty picture, suckling each other like this. I sense Drake’s eyes on us, but he isn’t touching me anymore, and that’s fine. This is perfect. Ash in my mouth, me in his. I’m going to come so fucking hard.
Ash wraps his arms around my legs and squeezes. I give up my effort not to thrust. I can’t hold back any longer. My hips rock with the rhythm Ash sets. I find that same rhythm with my mouth, sinking down his shaft with a low whine.
My balls draw tight. Just when I think the pressure will be too much, it snaps. Orgasm hurls through me. I’m shaking with it, emptying myself into Ash’s willing mouth, draining my sac dry, all the while sucking and demanding Ash return the favor.
He does with enthusiasm, wriggling his hips. As he comes, he makes a strangled sound around my cock that brings another burst of pleasure with its vibration.
I swallow his load and lick my lips. Drake drags him out from beneath me before I can collapse in a heap right on top of him. Instead, I’m left curled up on their soft fancy carpet, one big wrung-out ball of humiliated satisfaction.
My breath slowly returns to normal. My eyes flutter open. Ash sits astride Drake’s hips, head thrown back, riding him like a prized stallion. I look away, totally sexed out.
Instant regret.
There’s Bogey, hunched in his creepy cape, face obscured, one skeletal hand beckoning me toward him.
The wind picks up.
I have but a split second to think, before the vortex swallows me whole.
Damn, I didn’t even get to fuck up their carpet.
