Page 102 of A Fool's Game

“Go ahead.” Taylor gives the order, and I only now realize I was waiting for it.

I reach out and Gem shifts slightly closer, letting my hand snake between her legs where she still kneels. Her flesh is soft and hot and indeed wet. My fingers curl and slip easily inside of her. She moans now, unable to stop it, long and low.

“How did she do?” Taylor asks, slowing his hand on my dick, loosening his grip to a feather touch that somehow just makes it even harder to breathe.

“She’s,” my voice cracks, and I clear my throat, pressing deeper up and into Gem’s body. “Pretty good.”

“As good as we would have done?” Taylor asks.

I shake my head, as if anyone was looking there. All eyesare fixed on where my hand works to coax Gem’s body open. “I, we, could have done better.”

Taylor lets loose a low growl in the back of his throat. “I want to give you what you deserve, witch, but it sounds like you’re not ready.”

“I’m ready,” Gem argues, sitting up higher on her knees, letting me in deeper.

“Ready to take us?”

She whimpers in eager anticipation. “Yes.”

“Ainsley?”

I start at the sound of my name from his lips, my face turning sharply to meet his.

“What do you think?”

“She needs to be wetter.” I don't know what he has planned, but I know it’s the answer he wants so I give it to him.

Gem moans again, still pleasured but impatient now.

“Tell him what you need, girl.”

“More,” is her immediate answer, begging me.

“More what?” I ask, genuinely needing her direction.

She tries to reach for my hand before remembering my makeshift bind and cries out in frustration. “Deeper. More,” she begs, apparently at as much of a loss for coherent thought as I am.

“Stretch her open, lover boy.”

My gaze shoots to him before turning back to Gem, who’s nodding, eyes closed as she gently rides my hand.

Whatever patience I still had left, whatever part of me was willing to let this slowly unfold, snaps. I lean down slightly to get the leverage I need to drive three fingers into her soft wetness, stacked at first, but I open them as they slide into her body, stretching them to take up more space. She moans and rides me harder. When I push back in, I take a fourth.

“There you go,” Taylor murmurs encouragingly, hand tightening around my cock.

I need more of that, so I pick up my pace, twisting my hand to drive it up inside Gem as she opens for me.

“Enough,” Taylor barks and we both look to him. Our bodies freezing mid-motion as if caught in the act.

Under his watchful eye, I slowly slip my fingers out of her body, letting her mournful moan wash over me as I leave her gasping.The sound drives me to madness, as if I’m possessed. As if I couldn’t just do what I want because I have to follow his orders. I know it’s all a game, but I'm angry all of a sudden. I turn on him and reach up, unthinking in my temper flare, driving my wet fingers through his lips.He sucks at them at first, but I don’t stop pressing until all four are stretching him apart as well. I feel his tongue sliding over my skin as I fill his mouth, trying to control the situation. My fingertips hit the back of his mouth roughly, but he doesn't gag.Instead, he lets go of my dick and, as if in slow motion, reaches up to take my wrist and pull my hand out of his mouth.

Bringing it down on his own dick.

I let him move me, our eyes locked. I fist him, the lube he spread on us earlier getting sticky after so many minutes of stroking.He’s hard and soft and familiar and foreign all at once. I grip him tighter and watch my actions affect his face.

I’m fucked.

We stay locked like that for another heated moment, his hand on my hand on his dick, until a soft whimper from Gem brings us back to reality.She’s enjoying this as much as anyone, but we’re still leaving her hanging. I know it. Taylor knows it.

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