Punk Rock-A-Bye Baby(3)

“Stop fighting,” Tommy said in a firm voice. Then Tommy’s lips were at Angel’s ear. “I’m just playing around,” he whispered. “If you want us to stop, just tell me. You know you can trust me, A.”

The words soothed Angel’s escalating pulse. He nodded and relaxed once again. There was no one he trusted more than Tommy. He wasn’t exactly sure how far to trust Jessi, though. She had a wild streak. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Talking back again?” Tommy’s in-command voice returned.

“Maybe we should gag him,” Jessi suggested.

“We have no choice. This one’s very defiant. We need to stuff that mouth so he can’t speak.”

Angel’s pulse sped up. He didn’t want a gag, but he didn’t protest. He would play along until it got too—–

Two tongues pushed their way into his mouth and filled it. He almost laughed at the surprise, but the swirling wetness demanded to be reciprocated, and his tongue countered every movement. He was unable to ascertain which tongue was Tommy’s and which one was Jessi’s. They were both moving in circles, twisting and turning over each other and catching his tongue in between.

Naked bodies pressed against him on either side and pinned him in the middle. He wanted to touch them both. He wanted to feel the curve of Tommy’s strong, round shoulders and capture Tommy’s cock in his hand or in his mouth. He wanted to kiss Jessi so hard that she would beg for air. But he couldn’t do either. His hands were secured to the bedpost and the blindfold hid the curves of Tommy’s beautiful muscles from view.

The massive tongue invasion vacated Angel’s mouth and left a wet trail down his neck. One set of lips settled just below his ear and suckled gently. It was Jessi, and her perfume filled his nostrils with a floral scent.

Tommy’s mouth was rougher, more demanding. Sharp teeth traced a line down the center of Angel’s chest. One of his nipples was the victim of a massive tongue lashing. It tightened into a pointy nub, aroused by the friction. Then teeth came down and clamped the sensitive tip. Angel sucked in a deep gust of air from the surprise pain that ripped into him. It only lasted a second before it turned into a healthy tug that set his sensory receptors up high. A tingling sensation ran down his body like tiny footprints, stamping their mark and kicking up his adrenaline.

Jessi was still nibbling on his neck while Tommy’s mouth made its descent. It settled low on Angel’s abdomen, on his right side just above where his thigh met his torso, but still a few inches away from where Angel wanted Tommy’s mouth to be. Angel’s cock twitched and begged for Tommy’s warm lips to envelop it, but its pleas were ignored.

Tommy was engrossed in licking and sucking the same area low on Angel’s abdomen, much like Jessi was relentless on the glorious attack on the sensitive spot below his earlobe. The two of them worked in unison to send chills of pleasure through his body. They bit down at the same time. Unexpected pain, where pleasure had been only seconds before, made Angel gasp and jerk. Adrenaline shot through him like an arrow and spiked his arousal. Every nerve ending was jumping inside him, and his cock was tingling with a thousand invisible feelers searching for some kind of physical contact to bring release.

Jessi’s nip was softer, but still held the tender erogenous zone on his neck in a fierce grip while she nursed on the flesh. Tommy’s teeth were like a vice and imprisoned a chunk of the vulnerable flesh on Angel’s lower belly. Tommy fed on the skin and muscle with a strong suction. Angel was suspended somewhere between pain and pleasure, unsure whether to cry out to go easier, or beg for more.

Tommy’s hand traveled up Angel’s chest while Jessi’s hand traveled lower, and they each grabbed onto one of Angel’s nipples. They squeezed and pulled on his areolas and rolled his nipples until they were pointy projections that picked up every sensation. Mouths sucked and bit at his neck and groin. His nipples were ready to explode from friction, and he was about to combust from over-stimulation. He had never been the center of Tommy and Jessi’s gratification before. It was enlightening. Uplifting. It awakened a new level of heat and arousal inside of him. His cock was a heavy mallet. It was a mighty oak. The weight of his erection strained the muscles in his lower abs, or maybe it was from the relentless pull of Tommy’s mouth on his flesh. There were so many pleasurable reverberations coursing through his body, he couldn’t keep track of where they stemmed from.

Angel let out a long moan. It was the first real sound he had made since Tommy and Jessi assaulted him. Their breathy sighs had filled the room from the start, but Angel had been alternating between holding his breath and quivering from the multitude of sensations that traveled throughout his body. The darkness that shielded his vision amplified every touch, every lick and every kiss. “Tommy.” His voice was a raspy whisper. “Jessi.” He moaned and rolled his head to the side. “God, you’re both driving me crazy. I’m so full with passion my blood is boiling inside me. My cock is about to burst. Please suck it, my prince.” Tommy ignored him, and Angel groaned with frustration. “I can’t take any more. You’re driving me crazy.” His cock pulsed, and he moaned again. “Mi amor, you’re killing me. Touch me. Please.” When Tommy still didn’t respond, he begged Jessi. “Jessi. Sweetheart. Jerk me off. Go down on me. Please make me come.”