“Help me.” She groveled, flattening her palms against the level surface beneath her. “Oh God, please, Grant.”
Morgan wanted to come, but couldn’t. She was close, but not quite there. She was hungry, but they refused to feed her, and so thirsty, but without the appropriate drink.
“You’re trying too hard,” Grant told her, his free hand rubbing her cheeks. “Relax. Let me get you off, lover.”
“Hmm,” she muttered, her pussy pulsing, reacting to the penetration. She was unable to grab hold and ride out the start of what might have been one hell of a satisfying moment.
She didn’t orgasm. She couldn’t find relief. As frustration took a tight grip, she writhed under Grant’s working hand. Minutes later, when she still wasn’t sated, Blake stripped off and stood before her.
“Ah, yes,” she rasped, reaching for him. “Now, we’re getting somewhere.”
Chapter Thirteen
Morgan sucked Blake’s dick like she was trying to kiss and make up. She drew him between her cheeks, flicked her tongue over the tip, and then blew him like a drunkard might blow into a breathalyzer, her cheeks swelling with air as she hummed a resonating tune.
“Damn, sub,” Grant grumbled. “I believe you like sucking cock.”
“Like it?” she asked, flipping her tongue over and under the crest. “I love it.”
She practically sang an erotic song when Grant withdrew the stone from her ass. He slid his fingers inside her, wiggling them in a scissor-like motion. Her body danced under the pressure, tilting one way and then the other. “I enjoy that, too.” She hummed, rising to Blake’s tip once more.
“I couldn’t tell,” Grant said, patting her hip.
Before she realized what she was doing, she’d straddled Grant’s thigh, grinding against his denim jeans like she wanted to leave them permanently stained, white-washed with a release. Her head flew back and she gripped his shoulder, riding him like dry humping was a brand-new game he was certain to stop before her body put her in the lead with a satisfying score.
She gripped Blake’s cock like a microphone, licking the end, dragging her tongue over the slit, and working for the release that would ultimately force him to lose control. She wanted to take stock in that control, own a piece of it, maybe even claim some of it for her own.
“That’s good, sub,” he growled, placing his hand against her head. “Right there, darlin’. Fuck me with those pretty little lips.”
Morgan’s eyelashes fluttered as if they were battery-operated. In fact, she was fighting back the tears welling in her eyes. The way Blake watched her was like something out of a movie. He stared down on her like he’d never seen a more beautiful woman, and as he stroked her cheek, his pace changed, his eyes darkened.
In a matter of seconds, Blake’s cock was slithering across her tongue, thumping at her throat. He fucked her mouth and his balls bounced against her chin, lightly swaying as he moved with her.
“Come,” she encouraged him, rising to the tip and falling over him again.
“Not yet,” he replied, grinning. “I’m enjoying this. Go on, baby. Take your time. You’ve got all night.”
“Like hell,” Grant teased, rubbing her back as he watched the way she performed. “Damn that’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen in a long time.”
Looping her tongue around the crest, she whispered against the mushroom top, “Can I have my reward?”
“Yes,” Grant replied, narrowing his gaze. He licked his lips and focused on hers.
This would be a night to remember, an evening like no other. She saw her future in Grant’s expression. She tasted a slice of it in Blake’s excitement.
“So pretty,” Blake whispered, fingering the contour of her cheekbone.
Blake gripped the base of his dick, cupping her hand in his as he pulled his penis completely away from her mouth. When Blake was free of her lips, he gathered her into his arms. They kissed. Grant undressed. And within seconds she was on bended knees, acting out one of her greatest fantasies, taking advantage of her just reward.
* * * *
Morgan went at cock like she had something to prove. Gripping both their dicks, she kept Grant at her left, Blake at her right.
She was positioned on the floor, her knees toward the bed. They stood at either side of her hips, facing one another, using her shoulders for balance.
The little wench mechanically fed from them, acting as if she had all day, all night, and planned to finish them sometime next week. If Grant had his way? She’d stay right there. Then, they’d know where she was, where she’d been. Of course there was the greed aspect, too. Damn, if she wasn’t good at giving head.