Page 68 of Mark Us Little Bear
With him wearing his gray sweats, the imprint of his cock is present with us in the room, and he stretches the fabric even more to show me exactly how thick and hard he is. And long.So long.
My fingertips press against the wet stain on my underwear and harder to rub my wet clit. My other hand latches tightly around Bradley’s neck.
“Good.” Ronnie praises, stroking his confined cock, and applying more pressure around the head. “Little Bear,” he says through a groan.
Bradley keeps bouncing, striking the drums. Sheens of sweat form on his forehead, making his hair sticky. He is affected by this too. I know he wants this as bad as we do.
“Fuck, Ronnie,” he pants, “You’re a sadist. I’m going to bust in my pants.”
“Get in line,” Ronnie’s amusement is evident in his seductive voice. Hand still covering his stiffness.
Bradley bounces harder, “You are so fucking mean,” I moan straight to his ear, drawing circles over my clit.
He presses his mouth to mine. “We told you we will finish what we started. But this is just another step, we’re not done yet. Keep rubbing your sweet clit.”
I whimper at the next sound he makes. Eyes honed in on Ronnie’s hand, going up and down.
“That’s it, look at me getting off as I watch your little hand drive you toward a climax.” Ronnie groans.
“You want his cock so bad, don’t you? You bounce on me but drool over him.” Bradley continues.
My clit pulses frantically. Nipples tighten. Fingers work harder.
“Come on Bear, you’re dying to gag around my hard cock. Gush of thick, hot cum spurting out, just the thought drives you wild.”
“Fuck yes,” I moan through a gasp, moving my underwear aside, I coat my fingers with my arousal. “I want it on my face, breasts, thighs…”
“You will be covered with our cum, Bear, that’s a promise.” Bradley twists my nipple and I whimper loudly along with the base. “I will stretch that ass of your so wide you will accept us together.”
“Just think about me pumping in and out of you, hitting that perfect spot at the right angle while Bradley does the same. I bet you’d be screaming wildly. Deliciously.”
“I promise to open Ronnie’s ass wide for me too, you can watch me fuck him, stroking his cock. You have no idea what I plan for all of us.”
I gasp. “I’m so close.”
Another stroke. “You need to come, so bad.” The outline of Ronnie’s cock is impossibly swollen. “That’s it, make yourself come. Rub that hand faster. Do it for us.”
I nod. I can’t utter anything as the knot in my core is about to snap. His hand digs underneath the waistband, slowly reaching down, and wrapping around his cock.
“It hurts, I know. Your eyes glisten with need, waiting to shudder.” A breathy voice whimpers against me. “You deserve some spanking to make that itch inside you burn nicely.”
I dig my purple fingernails into his nape, tearing at his skin with crescent marks and he growls, rolling the sticks against the snare faster—an intense sensation brewing inside me. I grind over his bulge. Eyes clenched shut. The sound, vibrations, my hand, them. Them. Everything about them. A tingle begins inside my pussy, “Ahh.” My toes curl, and I ride wave upon wave as my orgasm ruptures through me. My walls spasm but it feels so empty without them.
The sound of the drums stops as I slowly descend back.
“Look at those slippery hands. The wet stain you left on Bradley’s sweats.” Ronnie strides toward us, his hands are no longer over his cock but his hardness is still tucked inside. “You did so well, Little Bear.” He kisses my cheek, then the top of my head, and brushes my locks away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. “We’re building trust.”
Through tired lids, I scan their radiant smiles. Warmth spreads across my chest and stomach, calming my anxious soul.
Ronnie clasps onto my wrist abruptly, sticking my coated fingers inside his mouth before he guides it to Bradley’s mouth. “Taste her.”
Rolling his tongue around me, he groans. “So fucking sweet. Mmm. But no more orgasms until we get to fuck you properly and come too.”
“Okay,” I agree.
Ronnie withdraws and grabs one of the guitars by the corner. “Luka wanted to learn guitar when we were fifteen because he wanted to start a band, he quit after two years but I kept playing for fun, it helped tremendously when I needed to unpack.”
“The best medicine is the loud beat of a drum straight to your veins. It helps every time no matter how you feel. It’s what my dad used to say.” Bradley’s hands rub my back gently before they find my ass and squeeze it.
