“Maybe. I just want to forget, please make me forget. Please use me.”
That’s all I need. I slam two fingers into her pussy curling my fingers in a come here motion. Jayce is circling her puffy pink pierced nipples, then he pinches, and I feel her clench around my fingers.
“Come on my fingers if you want my mouth,” I say, rubbing her clit with the heel of my palm while my fingers go in and out at a steady speed, continuing the come here motion. Her back arches. Jayce leans over her, taking her nipple into her mouth.
“I’m going to come,” she whines, as I feel her start to clench and come around me.
“Come for Zander, baby. You look so good with his fingers inside you.” Shuddering around my fingers, she lies back happy, satisfied.
“Oh, little demon. It’s really cute that you think we are done with you.” I look at her with a smirk.
Chapter 13
Olive
I’m in a dream, there is no way this is real. One minute I’m sitting in here with my knees to my chest, water running over me, and remembering all the horrible things that have happened in the past few days, and the next minute I’m being touched by two insanely gorgeous men.
If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up. Jayce grips the back of my neck and sits me up. My legs are still wrapped over Zander’s as Jayce stands up. I sigh quietly, missing the warmth of his body behind me.
“Get on your knees, baby. You said you want to be used, you’re going to get what you asked for,” Jayce says towering over me.
“Make me,” I say jokingly as I stand up and sit down on the ground on my knees.
Jayce just raises his eyebrow at me. Just as my knees are about to hit the tile, Zander tosses the shower pillow under my knees.
“We don’t want your knees hurting, sweetheart.” They are so fucking thoughtful.
Looking up at Jayce is one of my favorite places to be. I feel so safe on my knees in front of this man. I know that’s not a very ‘strong feminist woman of me’ but when I’m around this man, my ‘strong woman’ brain can be quiet. I can turn my brain off and just exist, just be in the moment, knowing Jayce will take care of me and keep me safe. This is the strongest connection I’ve ever had with anyone.
Jayce grips my chin with his big hands. “You look so perfect on your knees, sweetheart,” he says while looking into my eyes.
He takes his cock in his other hand and strokes it up and down, base to tip. I sit there eyes gleaming, holy shit, don’t drool you freak.
Get it together.
Licking my lips, I stick my tongue out and lick the tip of him, gathering the precum on my tongue and swallowing it.
“You taste so good,” I whisper.
“Shut the fuck up, Oli. It’s time for you to be my little cum slut.”
His gentle touch changes, as he grips the back of my head, circling my hair around his fist. He grips his cock, and with a smooth motion, smacks me across the face with it.
“Fuck baby, did that feel good? Look at your nipples getting hard. You like when I use you, don’t you?” Jayce says, fucking my face as he does.
“Take. This. Dick. Choke. On. It,” he grunts separating each word with a thrust to the back of my throat.
Fuck! I choke around his cock, tears running down my face as he holds himself in the back of my throat. I struggle, starting to wiggle beneath him. I need air, everything starts to fade and get hazy. He slides his cock out of my throat and leans my head up to him.
“Look at me baby,” he says, lightly slapping my cheek with his cock, “Not the time for you to pass out on us yet.”
I’m sure I look like a complete mess down here, drool covering my tits, snot coming out of my nose with red puffy eyes as tears continue down my cheeks. Jayce pulls me up to him, even standing, I still have to tilt my head back to see his face. He runs his knuckles along my jaw.
“I love you, baby. What’s your safe word?”
“Red, yellow, green daddy,” I say perfectly, we have practiced this a lot since we started looking into BDSM.
“Good baby girl, and what do they mean?” His eyebrow goes up with a questioning look. “Green means keep going, yellow means slow down, red means stop.”