Chapter Seven

Sergio

I’m fascinated by this creature as her body shifts and moves against me, trying desperately to regain the pleasure she has been denied. My cock aches, straining against the fabric of my sweats.

As I watch her writhe, I clench my free hand into a fist, keeping myself from stroking fingers down her delicate skin and denying her further.

“Please, I want this, I won’t say no.”

Her words are breathy, needy. Abel smirks at me as he releases her face, and I roll my eyes knowing what he wants; her last get out clause. A safe word.

“Think of a word,”

I say, and her neck stretches back, elongated to see me. “One word that means this all stops. A safe word. Can you do that for me?”

A small nod.

“Pimple-popper.”

I blink, ignoring the laughter that barks out from the shadows. That is a new one, but whatever works for her.

“Pimple-popper?”

I repeat, and she nods. “Okay, say that and everything ends.”

I nod to Abel and his fingers trail back up her legs to her core.

Her body is trembling within seconds.

In the shadows, I see Kai on his knees before Rowe. Rowe’s hands tightly threaded through Kai’s hair, holding him down on his swallowed cock until he gags. I release her hands as she tumbles into orgasm and turn her head to face them. Her eyes widen, and her moan grows louder, before closing them in pleasure. Her body spasms, legs tensing and relaxing before she is a boneless puddle on my chest.

Lexi opens her eyes, dazed, half lidded, she stares into the darkness, watching as Kai is allowed to breathe. I pull back from her, gently laying her on the ground. Abel stands with me, leaving her panting on the floor, legs splayed open. We hastily remove our clothing. Abel grins a ghoulish smile, dropping back to Lexi, ripping her skirt from her and throwing her legs over his shoulders, sinking his tongue into her cunt. He doesn’t care that his makeup will smear on her skin, none of us do.

Distracted, I watch Rowe roar out his release down Kai’s throat. Kai stands, licking his lips as he removes his own clothes. His smile is mischievous as he comes to me for a salty kiss. Our erections shift against one another making me groan, and I dig my fingers into the curve of his arse pulling him closer.

“Kai, on your back next to her. Sergio, you are with her, Abel, with Kai.”

Rowe’s words halt our kiss, but I can’t stop my hand from wrapping around both our cocks briefly, my forehead to his as I pant a breath. I halt his whimper with a chaste kiss, knowing Rowe is not patient once his orders have been given, before I release him.

Abel relinquishes Lexi to me as I kneel before her, her eyes heavy with lust as I move between her bent legs, my cock jutting out. She glances sideways as Kai lays at her side, mirroring her position. We watch, as he moans, his body squirming as Abel enters him with spit covered fingers readying Kai for him.

Lexi’s chest heaves and I need to see more of her. I pull her to me, lifting her arms to remove her top before undoing her bra. I drag her nipple into my mouth, sucking and nipping, as my fingers tease the other. I shift my hips, my cock teasing at her entrance, skimming her clit.

“Please.”

She whines, and I feel the need and desperation in her plea as I switch to her other breast, still teasing.

“Sergio.”

A growled warning from Rowe. I am ready, so I don’t complain as I sink inside her. The feel of her tight heat has me groaning, and she moans out her pleasure in return. From beside us, Kai is already a whimpering mess as Abel fucks him with skilled stokes.

No woman has ever fitted in with us so completely. Understood that this is not just about her, but all of us. It hadn’t mattered before; before it was just about pleasure. As an arm stretches out, her delicate hand wraps around Kai’s weeping cock and makes him scream out in bliss, while still fucked by Abel, I realise she is so much more.

She is perfect.

Our tableau must be a thing of beauty as we come together in a frenzy of ecstasy. In tandem, me and Abel thrust inside of the writhing mewling Lexi and Kai. Above us all is Rowe. A director of sorts, a maestro of debauchery and voyeuristic pleasure. The only one who remains dressed, though his cock is released, stoking it lazily as he watches, waiting for the opportunity to complete his masterpiece with his seed.

I wonder if he’ll immortalise this moment in paint.