Page 45 of Firethorne
Because every person in this room was naked.
Fucking.
Lost in a world of debauchery and totally oblivious to me standing, watching in the doorway.
I held my breath; afraid someone might notice me as my eyes slowly scanned the room. Standing beside the fireplace, that I’d cleaned on numerous occasions, was a couple. He was leaning against the wall with his head down, eyes hooded as he watched her. And she was on her knees, peering up at him with black mascara streaming down her face as she bobbed her head back and forth, sucking his cock.
She held the base of his cock in her hand, as she took him down her throat, and then she popped him out of her mouth, stroking his glistening cock in her hand. He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, twisting and pulling it as he forced her head back into the position he needed to penetrate her throat deeper. And even though the music masked any sounds she made, I could tell she’d moaned, cried out maybe, at how brutally he was taking her.
Another man approached them and knelt beside her, watching intently as she deep throated her partner. His eyes were dark with lust as he stared, like he couldn’t wait to be next, and he stroked his cock in time with her partner’s thrusts.
Then, he reached forward and put his hand between her legs, playing with her pussy as he continued to stroke himself. The woman pushed her legs open wider, giving him better access as she continued to suck her partner’s cock. The new guy moved so that he was behind her, his fingers probing and thrusting into her as he rose to his knees and began stroking his cock against her ass.
Sensing that he wanted more, the woman lifted herself, so she was on all fours, and the man behind her used both hands to spread her ass cheeks wide and slide himself through her folds. Then, he slammed his cock inside her, gripping her hips tightly as he set a punishing pace.
Both men thrust into her, using her for their pleasure; one pounding into her from behind, the other fucking her mouth andgripping the back of her head tightly as he rocked his hips into her faster and faster. She held onto the hips of the man who was standing, her body jolting on every thrust.
I tried to swallow, suddenly conscious that my mouth was hanging open and my throat was dry.
I’d never seen anything like this.
I let my gaze wander to a group behind them. There was a woman lying on her back on the Persian rug in front of the fireplace, with her legs wide open. A man was leaning over her, with his head buried between her thighs, licking her pussy. And behind him was another woman, holding a riding crop and smacking his bare ass.
I watched as the woman on the floor writhed in pleasure and grabbed the man’s head to push him further into her pussy, her silent cries begging him for more as her fingers fisted his hair. Then the woman with the riding crop got on her knees, and using the handle of the crop, she started to push it into the man’s ass. He pushed his hips back in response, wanting more, and she obliged, thrusting it into him harder.
I couldn’t look away, and yet, I was dumbstruck. Scanning the room, I could see sex toys, bottles of lube, whips, all sorts of equipment lying around on the floor and the tables, and then I caught a glimpse of familiar silky, blonde hair.
Miriam’s hair.
She was across the room on one of the sofas, but she wasn’t alone. There was a dark-haired guy lying beneath her, and she was sitting in his lap, riding his cock, hands splayed on his chest as she slammed up and down on him. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy, and then she peered down at him, and he reached up to pull her to his chest.
Another man climbed onto the sofa behind her, and she turned her head to smile at him and say something. The guy lying down nodded, and with his cock still impaled in her pussy,he reached down and pulled her ass cheeks open, beckoning the other man to join them.
The other guy leant over her and pushed his cock into her ass, and then he started to fuck her—they both did. Miriam clung onto the guys as they lay on the sofa either side of her, thrusting into her with the same gruelling pace. She was taking two men, she had two cocks inside her. I felt hot and sweaty, and I didn’t know what to say or do.
And then, I saw him.
Lysander.
Naked, and standing behind a girl who was bent over the back of one of the other sofas.
From the way she was lying, with her hair hanging over her face, I couldn’t tell if she was conscious or not.
I guessed not.
But Lysander knew exactly what he was doing.
He took his long, stiff cock in his hand and gave it a few strokes. Then he grabbed her ass, pulled her cheeks apart and rubbed himself through her pussy before pushing into her. The way his face contorted with pleasure with each inch he pushed inside made my stomach roll. Then, when he was fully inside her, he took hold of her hips and started to thrust into her, his eyes glued to where he was penetrating her.
Another man walked up to them and knelt behind Lysander. He reached up and took Lysander’s ass in his hands and pushed his face forward, licking Lysander’s asshole. Lysander stilled inside the girl and threw his head back. Then he altered his stance, tilting his ass and moving his legs to open wider for the man, and as he ate his ass, the guy kneeling pumped his cock fiercely. After a few thrusts in his hand, he came, spilling white hot spurts of cum over the back of Lysander’s legs, but he kept his tongue buried firmly inside his ass, feasting on him.
Lysander pulled his cock out of the girl, and she didn’t move or react. But Lysander instructed the guy to bend over the sofa right next to where she was, and when he did, Lysander moved behind him, took his cock in his hand and started to push inside the guy’s ass. As he did, he reached to the side and began fingering the girl lying limply over the sofa.
Fucking one and finger-fucking the other.
I couldn’t look away.
And yet, I felt dirty for watching this. Dirty, and something I hadn’t ever expected as wetness pooled between my thighs.
