Page 8 of Room Eighteen: My Pain, Their Pleasure

Brooks slaps her other breast and she moans loudly into Cam’s mouth. I share a look with Brooks before I stand up quickly. Brooks does as well and moves around to the other side of the chair, staring down at Jessa and Cameron practically devouring each other.

I grip our woman’s hips, my fingers digging into her before I rip her away from Cameron, her bottom lip stretching from between his teeth before it comes free. She yelps and I swear I see Cam lick some of her blood from his lip. It only makes me harder.

I stand Jessa up facing me and meet her gray gaze. She looks blissed the fuck out and I can’t help but grin. Even if she wasn’t giving me a green light with her eyes, it wouldn’t fucking matter.

I spin her around and groan at the sight of her naked ass. I might not be the first one to fuck her there, but I will be balls deep inside of her ass at some point. Soon. It’ll have to be soon because I won’t be able to stop myself.

She’s too fucking delectable.

I snarl into her ear, “When I lay you down over this chair, tuck your arms underneath you. It’ll keep pressure off your tattoo, and you won’t need them anyway.”

She whimpers her understanding. As if I give a fuck. I push her down roughly and she does exactly what I say. Even though she’s being a very good girl, I spank her ass hard, my cock throbbing at the sight of the red handprint I leave behind.

I quickly undo my jeans and push them down to my knees. My cock springs free and nestles between the globes of her ass. Her skin touching my dick almost has me coming on the spot, but I grit my teeth and force myself to stay in control.

After I slide my hand up Jessa’s spine, I grip the black strands of her hair. I growl, “Beg for our cocks, our little pain slut.”

She whimpers, her voice hoarse and fucking dreamy, “Please. I need them. I need your cocks. Please fuck me, Aiden.” She moans as I rock my hips forward slightly, just enough to remind her where my dick is resting right now.

“I don’t know,” there’s a slight teasing in Brooks’ voice and Cameron is staring down at Jessa with an intensity which tells me he’s already in love with her.

Join the fucking club.

“Please. Let me suck your cocks. Let me show you,” she pleads. “Use me,” she pants, “I need you to use me.”

“Fuck,” I mutter as a shiver rolls down my back.

I pull my hips back and grip the base of my cock to line up to her wet entrance. Her fucking juices are dripping down her thighs and I already know it’s going to be so fucking warm and wet inside of her. I reach around and shove the two fingers I had buried in her cunt into her mouth. She sucks them, the slurping sound she makes as she does is sexy as fuck.

My fingers tighten in her hair, twisting the strands, before I power my way into her tight pussy. She screams, the sound echoing around us, as she comes immediately. I have to grind my teeth together and think about anything other than being buried inside of her so I don’t follow right after her.

“What a slut,” Cameron spits at her.

Jessa makes a humming sound as she wiggles her hips, daring me to fuck her hard and fast. “Thank Cameron for the art he’s put on your body,” I grunt.

Her voice is so damn sweet, “Will you take your cock out, Cameron, so I can thank you for tattooing me? I want to taste you.”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen Cameron move so fucking fast to get his pants down. Brooks is right after him and I don’t blame him. Brooks wraps his hand around the base of his cock and starts to stroke, slowly, as Cam takes a step closer to our woman.

I pull out of her slowly when Cam growls, “Your lips look good painted with my pre-cum, pet.”

I slam back in and this time I don’t hold steady inside of her, I fuck her. I pound into her and make her gasp every time I hit the end of her channel. Cameron shoves his cock into her mouth and knowing we’re both using her at the same time is almost too much for me.

The only thing that stops me from filling her with my cum is the knowledge that she has to suck off Cameron and Brooks before I can let myself go. I get a front fucking row seat to this shit and the grip I have on her hair means I’m in control of her.

I shove her head forward, my cock twitching when I hear her gag. With every one of my thrusts, I pull her back a little, but never too far. I want her wondering if she’s going to get a full breath again and she can’t use her hands with them trapped underneath her.

“That’s sexy as fuck. Look at her lips stretched around Cam’s cock,” Brooks grunts.

I slow my hips, only so I don’t bust my nut too quickly, but I don’t slow down on moving Jessa’s mouth up and down Cameron’s shaft. When he grips her jaw and starts to move his hips, forcing her to take him faster and harder, my knees go weak.

I’m panting, needing to know, and wishing I would have considered mirror placement before filling her, “Are tears streaming down her face?”

I look at Brooks, pleading with him to tell me. I need to know. I need to see it. I bet she looks even more beautiful than she normally does.

Brooks smirks at me and grabs a large hand-held mirror we use to help people see tattoos on their backs. He holds it up in front of her and I slam into her harder. Jessa’s gray eyes are glazed over as they find mine in the mirror.

“Fuck, yes,” I hiss. “You look like a proper whore right now, Jessa.” I pull out slowly and then slam home as hard as I can with each word, “Our. Little. Slut.” She shudders and I feel her pussy undulate around my length as she cries out around Cam’s cock. “That’s right, come while you’re being used like the naughty fucking girl you are. Our toy.”

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