Page 59 of The Moon & His Tides
I shook my head, so he gently shouldered me to the side between her splayed legs and pushed her right leg back to expose her––clit to asshole—to our gaze.
“Such a pretty little thing,” Adam praised her, running his lubed fingers from her clit down through her swollen cunt to the tiny clutch of her ass.
He rubbed his fingertips there for a long minute, Savannah panting audibly as she propped herself on her elbows to watch us with a flush-stained face and sweaty brow. She was so gorgeous like this, raw and exposed for us. It felt like such a gift; my heart clutched hard like her small hand was wrapped around the very muscle itself.
“Magnifica,” I murmured as Adam started to work the tip of the angled plug into her hole, twisting and pressing lightly to open her up without pain.
“She likes a bit of stretch and burn,” he instructed as he pushed and turned that toy forward and back, her ass starting to clutch at the toy when it retreated.
My cock was coated in my own precum, and it took every ounce of restraint I possessed not to touch myself.
But Adam hadn’t given me leave to, and somehow, Adam had woven an invisible collar around the throat of my lust, so it did only as he bid.
“So I don’t finger her first,” he continued conversationally, as though he wasn’t now fucking a toy completely in and out of Savvy’s arse. “She likes to feel the ache the next day, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she hissed, eyes flying open to lock onto me. “I love going to lunch with the ladies at The Ivy, feeling how hard I’ve been fucked the night or morning before. Knowing I’m utterly debauched but looking every inch the lady.”
Unable to help myself, I begged Adam, “Can I touch her now?”
“Oh, yes,” Adam purred. “You’ve been so good. Why don’t you fuck her with the toy and slurp up all this wetness? There’s only one last thing to do before I let you inside her.”
Savvy’s pussy was so swollen and pink, glistening with juices that ran down the crease of her thighs into the mattress. The perfume of her arousal made my head swim as I dipped my head to lick into her tight entrance, fucking her with my tongue to get at all that nectar.
Her hand wove into my hair and clutched me close.
So I didn’t notice Adam move until I felt him press his chest into my back and reach around to wrap his big hand around my cock. The full-body shudder of pleasure that rolled through me felt like an earthquake.
“Steady,” he soothed, smoothing his other hand over my chest to tweak a nipple. “See, this is why I have to restrain thisbig dick because you’re so young and eager to come everywhere, aren’t you? All over Savvy’s cunt, all over her pretty tits and her prettier face. You want to paint her in it, don’t you?”
“Fuck,” I grunted, punching my hips into his grip, chasing the pleasure. “Yes, sir.”
“I know, I know,” he soothed. “Soon. But first…”
The hand on my chest disappeared and I felt it a moment later, coated in cool lube, probe at my asshole.
I jerked away from the fingers straight into the clutch of his grip on my dick, moaning and instinctively thrusting back onto his fingers. It was confusing because the fingers rubbing at my hole didn’t exactly feelbad, just kind of…strange.
But then with Savvy under my tongue writhing in pleasure, Adam’s hand squeezing my cock, I lost sense of the mechanics of things. Everything in me had turned itself over to sensation, to the heat and grip and burn of it. By the time I realized Adam had a finger inside me, it already felt good. There was a kind of hot ache, a stretch that made me fit my teeth to Savannah’s thigh for a second as he added another finger, and then cool relief as he added more lube. He did something inside me––inside me!––that sent a burst of sensation skittering through my ass, up my spine to the base of my brain and down to the base of my cock. I thought for one teeth-clenching second, I might do something wild like come all over the end of the bed with my face buried in Savvy’s pussy and Adam’s fingers around my cock and in my hole. It was hot and shameless and fucking brilliant.
Suddenly, his fingers were gone, the sensation both a relief and oddly upsetting, but before I could complain, he hooked the cock ring over my wet cock and slid it to the base. He grabbed the end attached to the loop to tug between my balls, and then something cool and smooth was pressed into my hole.
“That’s it,” Adam praised, and his voice wasn’t unruffled and cultured the way it usually was when we played. It was a rough,rumbly growl like he’d gone from man to animal. He tapped at the base of the small, curved plug with his thumb, and the resulting vibration inside me made my vision white out for a long second.
“Fuck,” Adam growled into my shoulder before biting a line up my throat. “You’re an absolute dream.”
His praise struck my heart like a church bell, sending waves of feeling that were almost holy throughout my entire body.
I wanted to be a dream.
His dream.
Their dream.
I wanted to be their dream so I had a fighting chance of translating into their reality one day.
“I can’t wait to fuck you here,” he told me, stilltap, tappingat the plug so my teeth clenched. “Slide inside you and enjoy this tight hole, fill it up with my cum.”
“Cazzo si, Adam,” I hissed. “Are you trying to unman me?”
