Page 71 of Crushing Clover

They had a silent battle of wills, with Saint glaring at Rush’s back, while Rush pointedly ignored him and gave the food another stir.

“Fine.” He joined Rush in the kitchen, and fished cutlery out of the drawer.

Shaking with disbelief and desperation, I dropped the towel I was still wearing and climbed onto the rungs of the high stool, before easing my leg over Lucky’s lap. If I wasn’t careful, we would tip and go crashing to the floor. He was struggling beneath me, and I fumbled with his cock, not used to being on top and therefore not used to getting a dick inside me without help. It wasn’t fancy, and he went in at an uncomfortable angle, but I slowly slid down onto his cock. I tried not to make a sound, but I was desperate. Staying silent was impossible. His piercings felt amazing, and my clit pressed hard against his body.

I kissed him, and he kissed me back greedily.

“I’m sorry,” I babbled, my hips rolling of their own accord. “I don’t really know how to be on top.”

He flexed his hips, forcing himself deeper, his breathing hectic and his eyes glassy, as though he had a fever.

“Quick, before they fucking stop us,” he begged.

It was nice being able to control his depth, and I used the chair rungs to stop him from stabbing too deeply into me. I took charge, riding him in a jerky, uncertain rhythm until my body caught on.

“Oh shit—holy shit,” he mumbled. He had nothing to lean back against, and I had nothing to steady myself with but his broad shoulders. The flex of his muscles was impressive, and I couldn’t help but admire how beautiful and frantic he looked beneath me. “Please, don’t stop, Clover. Fuck! If you stop, I’m going to die.”

The plug in his ass started to vibrate again, and his cock went almost painfully hard. “Fuuuck.”

The tension in my lower belly twisted tighter, and a shiver rolled up my back and into my hairline, sure either Saint or Rush would yank me away at the last possible moment.

Lucky’s mouth pulled into a tortured grimace, and I could swear I felt the buzz of the plug humming through his cock, torturing me right along with him. He froze beneath me, gasping, his body almost levitating under mine.

He sobbed something, his words so garbled I couldn’t understand. Deep inside me, his cock strained and twitched, his orgasm like an electric jolt running through me, triggering my own. I followed him over, my own embarrassing noises drowning out his. We rode the wave of our orgasms for long moments, the relief and satisfaction almost feeling impossible, buzzing through my veins like a drug I had no interest in sobering up from. I sank onto his shoulder, and he kissed my cheek and neck, his arms still trapped by the ropes.

“I’m so sorry,” I said.

“For what, beautiful?” His words were slurred, drunk on endorphins.

“For obeying Rush, and for not being better on top.”

He chuckled lazily. “You did a good job. There’s something to be said for enthusiasm.”

“That’s enough. Untie him, Clover,” Rush commanded. I glanced over and found him plating food that was definitely going to be cold before I had a chance to untie Lucky and clean up the cum that seemed to be everywhere in our proximity.

“Yes, sir,” I said regretfully. I didn’t want to get up yet, but I also didn’t want to upset him. “Thank you for the orgasm, sir.”

“You were a good girl,” Rush said. “You deserved one.”

I awkwardly dismounted, then winced at how sore I was, and the mess dripping everywhere.

“Maybe we can start allowing them more orgasms,” Rush suggested gently as he and Saint began to eat, and I fought with Lucky’s rope.

I expected Saint to immediately put his foot down, but instead he replied, “You’re spoiling them. Letting Lucky come after a punishment isn’t much of a punishment.”

“It’s good for morale to be merciful once in a while.” Rush glanced up briefly, probably assessing how well I was doing with freeing Lucky. Once Lucky got a hand free, he was able to help, which was good because I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.

The two of us gave each other a secret look. More orgasms sounded fantastic, as long as they weren’t forced ones.

“I saw that,” Rush admonished. “Don’t make me regret our decision. We can walk that back at any time.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” Lucky worked on freeing his legs.

“Yes, thank you. Both of you,” I added. Maybe it hadn’t been Saint’s idea, but he had relented.

It took us a few minutes to get cleaned up in the bathroom, and for me to run up and grab a T-shirt and panties from Lucky’s room, and then we were both back in the kitchen. Saint was already gone to work on something in the home office.

“Sit here.” Rush pointed at the floor next to his own chair. He handed me a bowl of stir-fry…and a fucking fork. I held the utensil reverently and even gave it a kiss.

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