“There you are,” she reaches out for me.
Knox doesn’t move a muscle. Dick limp against his thigh, he watches me like an apex predator who’s not hungry, but not above letting a second meal go to waste either.
“Did you enjoy the show?”
“Yes, Mistress.” I’m almost a robot, but the numbness doesn’t kick in.
“How much did you enjoy it?”
I tear my gaze from Knox to address Sophie. “I came hard.”
“Let me taste you.”
As if she needs proof?
My belt isn’t buckled, and my pants stick to mydick when she pulls them down. Taking my flaccid cock in her mouth, she rolls her tongue over it and groans. My eyes lock onto Knox again. He swallows hard, not looking as Sophie sucks me, but staring at my face like he’s trying to make sure I’m okay. Reading my subtle cues and shit.
She pulls off me and crawls up to Knox. Prying his mouth open, she spits into his mouth and closes his jaw again. I watch him swallow.
I think I’m going to pass the fuck out.
How did we get here? How did we leap from one kind of love to another to…this?
And how do I get it to last?
“Does Vault taste good?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Knox is back to glaring at me. “Extremely.”
“Better than me?”
“No, Mistress.”
“I think that’s a lie.” She slides off the bed and prowls towards me while I pull my pants back up. “Do you think that’s a lie, Vault?”
“He wouldn’t lie to you.”
“Now I think you’rebothlying.” Sophie lowers me to my knees by pushing down on my shoulders. “If you want a taste, you may have one. In case you need a reminder of what’s down there.”
I gulp.
This particular creampie might be the greatest on earth.
She’s giving me a choice. If I want a taste, I can have one. I can also deny it. Either way, there are no hard feelings. The control is all mine.
Baby steps.
My tongue flicks out, and I lick her clit. Shesucks in a little breath, reassuring me she likes it. I lick her again, my tongue starting a tiny bit lower this second time. She moans. I lick her again and again and—
Thick wet pleasure hits my mouth when his cum drips out of her cunt. Slowly backing off, I let it sit on my tongue for a heartbeat and swallow.
Chills run down my spine. I feel giddy and sick and confused. I want more but am afraid to take it.
“Do you want to taste him again?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You can.” She rests one leg on my shoulder and braces herself at the foot of the bed. “Go ahead.”