Page 66 of Playing for the Dark

I moan breathlessly after he pumps in and out of her a few times. “One more, Boss. She can take it.” The feral look in his eyes when they meet mine is enough to make my knees wobble. He lets more spit fall from his lips onto his fingers and Ellie, then adds a third finger into her. She lets out the smallest moan, and it almost sendsme blowing my load into Nash’s hand, but I hold it off. “Fuck, she takes those fingers so good.”

His head is back between her legs, and I reach down, pulling up on her pubic bone to give Cello better access to her. He hums out in appreciation, and the suctioning sounds coming from him have my toes curling for Ellie. Nash drops to his knees, and I turn slightly so he can get my cock in his warm, wet mouth.

He circles his tongue around my tip, paying special attention to the little bit that’s peeking out under my foreskin. He’s sure to play with my piercing on the top as well. He takes my breath away when he runs his tongue along the inside of my foreskin. The underside of his tongue on the most sensitive part of my cock has my eyes crossing, grabbing his hair in my grip.I think it’s safe to say he’s a fan of my uncut dick.

“I need to be in her now!” Cello’s pulling his cock out of his pants, then audibly spits on his hand, running it up and down his length and over those beautiful piercings lining the underside of him, making sure his cock is nice and wet for her.

He picks up the leg further from me, holding it up to her chest so he can get a better position, and slides right in her with ease. He throws his head back in pleasure, moaning, “This cunt was made for me,Ragazza Dolce.”

Nash is bobbing up and down on my cock. I lick my two fingers, getting them wet and reaching down for Ellie’s magic button. I want her to be a panting mess evenwhile having no control over what’s happening to her body. I meet Cello’s ice blue eyes when I reach her clit, and in that moment, I know for a fact he’s curious… but he doesn’t say anything, and I’m not pushing him until I know he’s ready.

I pry my gaze away from Cello, looking down at Nash, asking, “You going to rub that big cock of yours,Djale I Bukur?Come all over your hand for me, and I’ll clean you up.” He starts pumping his cock feverishly, and I pull on the top of his hair to stop him, making him look at me. “After I come down your throat.” I let his hair go, and he stares up at me for another beat, then starts sucking like his life depends on it.

I catch Marcello watching Nash suck me with a curiosity that looks to be lined with a little jealousy, and it’s not over Ellie this time… I haven’t seen him show anything but curiosity for Nash, and I tuck that info away for later to explore.

My fingers have been moving on their own over Ellie’s swollen clit. I look back down at her limp body; her breathing is erratic, her mouth is open in pleasure, and her hips are moving involuntarily. This is the hottest shit I’ve ever witnessed; I had no clue this somno shit would do it for me.But it sure as fuck is.

“You’re rubbing that greedy cunt of ours all over Marcello’s cock and my fingers,Shpirt Im.” I start back with the filthy words that I know will leave her soaking, even when she has no clue what’s going on.

Her body responds so well, knowing exactly what to do for Marcello. I find myself wondering how many times he’s done this, and it has me rubbing even faster and rocking my hips deeper into Nash’s throat, causing him to gag, but he quickly recovers. “That’s my Good Boy, knowing exactly how to suck my cock already.” I give him the praise I know he’ll eat up and simultaneously watch that jealousy enter Marcello again.Oh, how I love to be a shit-stirrer.

Let’s see if her physique likes the degrading. “Cello’s fucking you like the whore you are,Shpirt Im. Using this body of ours, all for his pleasure…” I moan those last couple words, then keep going. “Like the little fuck doll you are.”

My words do her in; she shatters so beautifully, whimpering, legs trembling uncontrollably, and I keep rubbing while Marcello hammers into her. He’s coming right after she finally lets the last waves of her orgasm quake through her, and I run my two fingers down the sides of her pussy, encasing them around his cock so I can feel him pulsing between them.

We make eye contact again, and that kicks me over the edge, shooting my load right down the back of Nash’s throat. Just in time, I look down, and Nash is coming violently in his hand, and a little makes it onto his thigh. “Up on the bed. I’m going to clean you up for sucking me so well.” He’s standing in front of me, and I pull his mouth onto mine, latching onto his lips. Our tonguesdance around one another, and the taste of me makes me hum into the kiss.

Nash climbs onto the bed, careful not to get his mess anywhere… saving it all for me. Marcello’s, on the other side of Ellie, propped up on one hand, watching with rapt attention. Nash has been quiet this whole time, which is not like him at all. “My cock had that filthy mouth of yours fully occupied tonight, didn’t it,Djale I Bukur?” He nods his head at me, a smile crossing his lips. “Thank fuck it was. I would’ve come instantly from watching those two, plus your dirty words.” I grab his arm and lick up his hand.

I climb between his legs and look up at Marcello instead of the man’s cock I’m about to suck. I trail my tongue up his thigh, cleaning up what little is left there. Cello draws his eyebrows up in question, and I drag my tongue up Nash’s balls, sucking each one into my mouth, letting go with a pop. I smirk at Marcello, he has his mouth hanging open. “You okay there, Bossman?”

I don’t give him time to answer. I head straight for Nash’s cock, eager to clean up the mess he’s made, never taking my eyes off Cello’s. Even when Nash warns, “Fuck, Zamir. Careful, I’m sensitive.” I smile up at him while stretching my mouth around his already hardening length.

1. Lose Control - Teddy Swims

Chapter 52

Ellinor

Ipeel my eyes open to the sun beating right on my face from these god-forsaken floor-to-ceiling windows in Marcello’s master bedroom. Something is wrapped around my arm. Looking down, I see it’s a bandage; a fancy as fuck bandage job that I should remember getting.What the fuck is this from?

None of the cock brigade is here to ask, and it’s wrapped around right where my birth control is, but I press through it, and I can still feel the little bar there. This bandage feels exactly like mine did when I got the implant put in… Without thinking, I throw my legs off the bed and stand. My goddamn head is pounding.What the hell did we do last night?

All I remember was my shower with Nash, which was top tier if I do say so myself. Shower sex can actually be fun if the shower has benches and is big enough for agang bang, which I will need the other two to partake in eventually.Is it a gang bang with four people?

I walk into Marcello’s attached bathroom, handle my business, and brush my teeth, hoping it helps my dry mouth. I throw one of their T-shirts over me, just in case it’s not one of my guys out there.

I hear chatter outside Marcello’s bedroom and follow the voices into the open living room. I do a three sixty checking out the whole kitchen and living room. Marcello is in the kitchen, sweatpants slung so fucking low on his hips. He’s standing over the stove cooking what smells like bacon.

I’m admiring his muscular back and the swells of his ass cheeks right below the waistband, seemingly holding up his sweats. Mens’ asses are truly so underappreciated. The tattoo covering his whole back is one huge skull, but in each of the blacked-out eyes is a little city in white. I think one of them might be Vegas, the other I couldn’t guess if there was a gun to my head. Just imagining how long he had to sit under the needle has my skin breaking out in sweat.

1 I hear a cat call from behind me, then Zamir’s deep raspy voice say, “Hey, pretty thing, you got you a man?!”

I turn around, giving him a beaming smile that should scare the shit out of all of them, and lethim know, “Nope, no man.”

I feel a hand around my neck from behind me and a body press up against my back. “Ragazza Dolce,you do belong to someone.” I let out a whimper at his possessive words; they go straight to my cunt.

“And who is that, Cello?” I question, causing him to tighten his grip around my neck. Leaning my head back onto his shoulder, I bask in everything that Marcello is.

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