Page 19 of Resist

“Pickle means stop,” I snap back.

Santiago grunts his agreement, and Sterling nods. “Pickle it is.” There’s amusement in his voice, despite the strain in his features in the dimly lit room.

I crouch down next to Santiago and spear my fingers through his dark locks. “You’re doing so well on your knees. Look at how blissed out Sterling is. Taking every inch of his cock. So fucking impressive, Santiago.”

Santiago purrs, making Sterling jerk on the bed. He reaches out and grabs me, urging me back onto the bed next to him. As soon as my ass hits the satin sheets, his hand is between my legs, spreading my thighs to give him access to my pussy.

As he fingers me, he kisses me, hungry, sloppy, obnoxiously loud kisses interspersed with needy whimpers and pleas for Santiago not to stop.

Within minutes, we’re both quivering messes. Me from a combination of Sterling’s stop-start fingering, and Sterling from Santiago bringing him so close to orgasm and keeping him there. Fuck. Watching him work Sterling’s cock like an athlete in command of his practice is as impressive as it is hot.

When another hand lands lightly on my knee and rubs circles with his thumb, I glance down at Santiago’s head. Sterling’s hand is still firm against the back of Santiago’s head, holding him as he fucks the back of Santiago’s mouth.

The hand on my knee is Santiago’s, and now that it’s there, I’m not sure what to do with it. Sterling peppers my jaw and neck with absent-minded kisses while I cover Santiago’s hand with my own, reassuring him that it’s okay for him to touch me.

“He can help me if you want.” Sterling’s words skimacross my damp skin. He must have noticed Santiago touching me too.

Santiago doesn’t move his hand, and Sterling doesn’t ease off from the way his fingers caress my soaking wet clit, whipping me into a panting frenzy.

Guiding Santiago’s hand up the inside of my thigh makes my pulse race and more heat bloom between my legs. Fuck. How they’re both concentrating on everything that’s going on right now is beyond me. If I wasn’t already sitting on the bed, my knees would buckle from the overwhelm of sensation.

Santiago doesn’t hesitate when I move his hand, and before I can say ‘find my g-spot’, his skilled fingers are already there, pressing against my sensitive inner wall. Fuck. It’s hard to stay sitting upright, but I don’t want to make things any more difficult for the guys by leaning back.

My body sways as both hands work my pussy, driving me closer and closer to a second orgasm. Is it even possible?

Sterling comes on a loud grunt and sigh, as Santiago chuckles, seemingly sucking every last drop of Sterling’s cum before lifting his head.

For some reason, now that he’s had his release, I expect them both to stop, or, I don’t know, for Santiago to brandish his cock and get his O. But neither thing happens. Instead, they focus solely on my pussy. Together.

Sterling kisses me, peppering me with aggressive, needy, wanton kisses that tell me even though he’s had his orgasm, even though we both have, he still wants me to come again as well. I should probably be embarrassed by how the wet patch between my legs is growing as these stunningly handsome men finger me, but I’m not.

I want more, need more. I curve my spine, lying back on the bed, and roll my hips. I need more, more friction, more fingers, more... more... fuck.

As though he can hear my thoughts, Santiagoadds a finger inside me, and Sterling picks up the pace of the circles he’s tracing on my clit.

He nips at the skin on my neck. “I wish I could get to your nipples, Cece. I bet they’re fucking delicious. I bet your tits are every bit as perfect as your slippery wet cunt.”

I’ve never had a praise kink. In fact, as a domme I’m usually the one adorning submissives with praise for their service, but something about the way Sterling’s words caress my body makes my skin heat.

“So wet,” Santiago agrees. “Fucking love it.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell them it’s okay, they can give up, that they don’t need to push me over the line again. It’ll probably take forever for them to get me to orgasm considering I already had one tonight. I should be satisfied. I shouldn’t be this horny, this hungry, this fucking drenched.

But any objection dies on my lips as Sterling cups my throat with his palm and guides his tongue back into my mouth. “Just let it happen, beautiful.” He mumbles between kisses. “Get out of your head, relax, and just let us make you feel good.”

Telling someone to relax has almost a zero percent chance of making someone actually relax, but when he flags the fact that I’m tense, I become more aware of my breathing.

I become more aware of the way Santiago’s fingers thrust in and out of my body in a syncopated rhythm, the way he gently kisses the inside of my knee even though I’m still fully covered in my catsuit, the way Sterling’s lips glide across every single inch of exposed skin he can find.

In yoga, we learned to send away any intrusive thoughts. So I focus on that, too, concentrating only on the fact these men are here for my pleasure. My eyes roll back in my head as I get closer, and my breathing turns shallow.

Short, sharp pants blurt out of me as I approach the impending release. It’s coming. My feet lock, my musclestense, my back arches, and my mouth falls open as a burst of white light consumes my body from the inside.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I gasp as the urge to scream clogs the back of my throat and fades as the aftershocks ripple through my Jell-O like limbs.

“So quiet when you come.” Sterling kisses my neck with serene and lazy kisses.

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