His words make my body tremble. I know I should be protesting, but I can’t. It’s a forbidden fantasy that I seem to be trapped inside of and my body feels like it’s on the edge of a cliff. I need this. That’s exactly what it comes down to. I am nothing more than a woman in need of everything Skull is doing. I’ll worry about anything else later. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t exciting and arousing to watch the three of them having sex.
“Are you imagining what it’d feel like to be the plaything for two men, Beth?” he asks. “To have one man feed you his cock in this sweet wet pussy… while another stretches that tight little ass of yours?” His dark words continue to torture me. My face heats up with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. I bite my lip to stop sound from escaping as he slides his fingers against my clit. My hands, which have been useless, bite into the sides of his legs because I feel like I might fall.
“You’re so wet, querida. Tell me, do you want me to make you come right here? Let your sweet cream run all over my hands while I finger fuck you, so you can watch Sabre and Latch give Tiffany their cum?”
My skin feels hot, flushed… I’m on a razor’s edge. I want to tell him yes because I do want to come. But not here. Not like this. Maybe this is what Skull is used to, what he enjoys. It’s hot. It’s exciting, but…
“Too late, querida. Watch,” his dark voice whispers.
My eyes are glued to his hand and where it disappeared in the waistband of my jeans and panties. I automatically bring them back to Sabre and his friends. Sabre has his cock in his hand jerking it over and over, holding it over the woman’s face. Then, he covers her mouth and face with his cum. He’s holding her head tightly by the hair, slapping his cock against her mouth as he ejaculates hard, leaving a white streak of fluid scattered over her.
At the same time, the other man slams into her so hard from behind that you can physically see the way it jars her body. His yell rings out in the room. I don’t know if anyone else is listening because I can’t look away. I watch as his hand moves under him and disappears between her legs. She cries out and thrusts back against him, all the while trying to lick up Sabre’s cum.
I forget to breathe as I watch the three of them finish. The girl falls down because her hands and knees refuse to hold her up anymore. I would have thought that’d be the end of it, but it’s like they don’t even take a breath. Sabre rolls a condom on. Latch does the same, and I know they’re getting ready to go for a second round. I watch Sabre gather his own cum from the woman’s chest and face. He covers his condom, then positions himself behind her.
“He’s getting ready to take her ass,” whispers Skull. “I’m gonna fuck you like that. Stretch your little ass so tight, you’ll think I’ve split you in two.”
His words work to bring me out of my haze with their shocking claim while at the same time setting me on fire. It’s then that I catch sight of a man at a table across from us watching everything Skull is doing to me. I’m on fire. I need to come, but not like this. I don’t want it to be like this.
“Skull, please…” I whimper, looking up at him and trying to turn my body away from the stranger.
“What is it, Beth?” he asks, his voice dancing across every nerve ending in my body.
“Take me to your room, please?” I ask him.
He doesn’t even pause. He takes his hand away and picks me up in his arms to carry me off. I bury my face into his neck and hold on, desperate to be alone with him.
I battle with myself. It was a risk to push her so far, but fuck it was fun. She’s so young, so untainted by the world. I can take her and make her mine completely. The idea has settled inside my brain and I can’t get rid of it. Why would I need to move on? I want to own her. I want her to be mine to do with as I want. It’s not rational, but it’s fucking real. When Torch kept looking at her, I wanted to end the motherfucker. “Mine” was the one word my brain kept repeating. I felt like a fucking caveman, and the only word I could form was… mine.
I take her to my room, help her stand, then lock the door behind her. The silence in the room is thick, and I wait for her to tell me what’s on her mind. It doesn’t take long.
“I’m not that person,” she whispers like she has something to be ashamed of.
“Qué?”
“I’m never going to be someone who could ever be comfortable doing what we just watched,” she says, and as if she’s still seeing it, her face flushes blood red. Something about it pleases me, but I still want her to admit she liked it.
I lean back against the door, watching her. My eyes travel up and down her body. I can still see signs of arousal in her body and her breathing, not to mention she’s having trouble meeting my eyes.
“You enjoyed it, querida. Even now, you’re dying to come,” I tell her, crossing my arms and waiting for her to admit it to me.
“It was…”
“It was fucking hot as hell,” I tell her, and somehow, her face grows a darker pink.
“If I have sex with you…” she starts.
But I don’t let her finish. “There is no ‘if’, Beth. I’m gonna have you. Before you leave this room, I will have you over and over,” I promise her.
“In this room,” she says, nerves making her voice shaky.