Samson directed his gaze to her inner thigh and gave him a prompting nod to enjoy giving her the same teasing attention. He would’ve thought he’d leave the sadistic fun to Samson, but he took his opportunity, nipping at her inner thigh, midway up from her knee.
Her cheeks and her chest flushed a rosy hue as they tormented her until even the nipping, nibbling, and biting drew the same glorious moans from her as their kisses and licking did. Slick arousal glistened on her labia and her scent grew ever sweeter until his mouth watered for one lick, his cock leaking with the almost desperate need for release. He kept his cock away from the bed because one stroke against her cotton sheets would be all it would take and there went his night. She was worth the agony, though. Samson was in the same shape, hard to the point of bursting.
When she opened her eyes and reached for either of their cocks, Samson caught her hands and lifted them above her head. “They stay up there, chiquita.” He punctuated the edict with a hard nip at the side of her breast, drawing a sound from her that was nearly animalistic in its passion before he slid his palm over her abdomen to just above her mound.
She went silent, breathlessly begging him. “Oh please, please.”
“Not quite yet, chiquita.”
“No? Oh no…”
Delight showed in Samson’s eyes as he switched from one nipple to the other until her breasts were swollen and the tips as dark red as the sweet swollen flesh between her thighs.
Ivan switched to the other ankle, lightly biting at her instep as understanding of how torment could be a pleasure and how addictive having control over both could be to Samson. Ivan listened to her breathing as he slowly drew the callused tips of his fingers up her inner thigh, closer and closer to her delicious cunt, disciplining himself to not slide his fingers all the way up.
Her panting communicated she was on the edge, and as he teased the dip between her thigh and her outer labia, her moaning grew into begging as he inched closer.
“Please, please, please! Oh, please!”
He bit his tongue to keep from chuckling, afraid he might piss her off and get her knee on his nose, but Samson didn’t hold back.
“Did he disappoint you, chiquita? You want him to touch your pussy?”
Ivan stroked over that silky flesh, moving fractionally closer, feeling the heat radiating from her flushed body.
“Oh, yes! Please, yes! I want to come!”
As he slid his fingers back down her thigh and she wailed at the denial, Samson nodded in approval.
I have gone over to the dark side. And I like it.
“Poor, poor chiquita,” Samson murmured against her throat, and she gasped as he cupped her breast in his big hand and teased the rosy red tip. “You need us to stroke your pussy in order for you to come?”
She stilled and blinked up at him. “Please? It hurts,” she pleaded, and then pooched her lip out in a pout.
“You’re more responsive than you think. Want me to show you?”
She frowned and then shook her head. “Nooooooo! I want someone to lick my pussy and help me!”
Samson practically purred as he shook his head, and she balled up her fists and tried to get them loose, maybe so she could punch him, maybe so she could touch herself. Samson just chuckled and held them securely as he went back to tormenting her breast and rhythmically stroking her abdomen. Ivan worked his way up her thigh with his mouth and watched as Samson’s laving of her breasts and his strokes on her abdomen joined in rhythm. Her body writhed within the hypnotic tempo, and Ivan joined them, sucking, kissing, and licking as he kept time with the up and down ebb and flow of her flexing hips.
Her panting increased as he held her thigh with one knee bent over his shoulder. He moved closer and then cupped her other breast. He was so close to her swollen cunt her sweet, erotic scent filled his nostrils. She was on the edge of bursting as her movements grew tighter, waiting for that one touch that would send her over the edge.
Looking very satisfied with his sadistic self, Samson caught Ivan’s eye and glanced at her pussy, and then mouthed one word. Blow.
He tweaked her nipple as he blew a stream of warm air directly over her engorged clitoris, and she drew in a deep gasp. He almost came as he watched her cunt draw up in the first convulsion, and she screamed as her orgasm struck. He blew again, close enough that he could practically taste the sweet cream droplets spilling from her lips with each tiny, rhythmic contraction. She cried out again, just as loudly, as a second orgasm barreled through her.
He glanced up, and the satisfaction on Samson’s face as he watched mirrored how he felt inside. He hadn’t considered how powerful the rush was, to accomplish what she’d thought couldn’t happen.