41. Dex

Ilook at Max as I use my thumb to wipe Darcy's arousal off my lower lip before sucking it into my mouth. His eyes flare with something at the sight. I suspect he's pretty happy with the treatment we just gave his girlfriend.

‘Um.' I look back down at Darcy. She's so unimaginably beautiful, cheeks and breasts flushed red, her huge blue eyes still glassy, her body still trussed up for us to do what we like with. The thought of it has the teeth of my zip straining against my dick. What I am categorically not doing is looking at Max's dick, which is standing to attention like some fucking truncheon.

The mandate was clear.

He and I convene to give Darcy a good seeing-to. We don't get all up in each other's business. I'm glad he straddled her like that when he fucked her mouth. The mere idea of having to watch that is confronting beyond anything I'm comfortable with.

‘What would you like?' I ask Darcy, but Max tuts before she can reply.

‘Nope. She owes you an orgasm, and she's going to give her sweet little cunt to you however you like. I can untie her so you can bend her over and take her from behind, if you want? Or you can fuck her like this, or make her do all the work on top. Anything. Believe me, this body can take anything you give it.'

I don't doubt it. The woman is a human pretzel. My poor, tortured dick throbs at the thought of taking Darcy any which way as Max undoubtedly barks orders at us both. I don't know why the idea of him fucking her by proxy through me is so hot. Maybe it's that the sheer force of our combined power is so much greater than hers.

I'd love to flip her over and pound into that willing pink pussy from behind, but something tells me Max will go for her mouth in that scenario, and while it's clear he needs to come, and soon, I'm not sure I can volunteer myself for prime position to watch her suck him off. That would be more raw than I'm ready for. Again: more confronting.

Not that everything about this evening hasn't already been confronting as fuck.

Besides.

She's so gorgeous like this. She was the untouchable butterfly in the gilded cage, our erotic floor show, and now she's tied up in Max's finest spider web to be fucked. I'd like those legs wrapped around my waist, though.

‘I want her like this, but her legs untied,' I tell him, my voice lower and rougher than I anticipated, and he nods, pleased.

‘Good.' He turns and makes quick work of one ankle tie and then the other, his efficient movements at odds with the baseball bat sticking out of his trousers. ‘Anything hurt?' he asks Darcy as he rubs her ankle briskly.

‘No,' she says with a happy sigh, looking from Max to me. ‘I'm dandy.'

‘Good,' he says again, but he's already turning away from her, his voice more clipped, his brief flash of affection towards her subsumed by his Dom persona. ‘Get a condom on.'

I follow the jerk of his head, turning to find a large ornamental bowl swimming with little foil squares. There's a moment where I falter, wrapped condom in hand. Max and I are both still fully dressed—aside from that monstrous cock of his, obviously—but my blood-deficient brain is slowly stumbling upon the fact that I'll need to get my dick out.

In front of Max.

Why I haven't thought of this until now is unclear. I knew, of course, we'd both be doing filthy things to her. I knew there would be licking and kissing and fucking and coming. But for some reason, unwrapping myself in this very specific way in front of him feels like a significant step, far more so than it would be if it were just me and Darcy.

If it was just the two of us I'd be balls-deep in her already.

As is becoming a pattern, Max's voice intersects my indecision as easily, as smoothly, as a hot knife cuts through butter. ‘Let her see you get your cock ready for her.'

He's right, of course. I'm fucking Darcy. She'll want to see me. This is all for her, and I'd do well not to forget that. Neither Max or I have stripped for her. She'll presumably want an eyeful of my dick if nothing else.

I turn and stand back at the base of the bed, the vista of her still-swollen pussy leading up over flat stomach and perky, stained nipples to her face. Her eyes are fixed on me, and I keep mine fixed on her, sticking the foil square between my teeth as I unbuckle my belt with quick, efficient movements. I steadfastly ignore Max standing next to the bed, although I know his stare is trained on me, avid and without mercy.

Belt open, I release the hook of my suit trousers and pull down my flies just enough that I can push my shirt tails aside, reaching below the waistband of my boxers and releasing my poor, rabid cock from its prison. It's hot and hard in my hand, the skin stretched taut over my shaft. I make a strangled, involuntary noise at the relief of having my palm around it.

‘Hear that?' Max drawls to Darcy. ‘You've got him so worked up—he really is going to split you in two with that big dick of his.'

‘I hope so,' she groans, and I give a pained little laugh as I rip the foil with my teeth and prepare to gingerly sheathe my sensitive flesh. Unlike Horse Cock beside me, I couldn't inseminate mares if I wanted to, but I do alright for myself. Women generally leave my bed feeling pretty happy, it seems.

‘Fuck, I want this so badly,' I tell her as I crawl onto the bed, the dick in my hand a torpedo focused on a single target—Darcy's pussy. Max may be treating her like a plaything for us, talking about her to me like she's not there, but I can't do it.

I can't fuck her and not stare into her eyes and not tell her how insanely, completely, disgustingly aroused I am by seeing her like this, arms overhead and breasts on a platter and legs spread and pretty pink pussy on show for me. I'm here for her—I agreed to this whole charade for her—but it's giving me unspeakable pleasure to know I'll be inside her in seconds, so I'll do this my way, thank you very much.

I range my body over her, bracing on one elbow and keeping the root of my cock in a chokehold. She looks up at me, pliant and expectant and heavy-lidded, and I smile as I dip my mouth to hers, because she is heaven. Our tongues slide together like lovers separated too long, our lips dragging.

‘I want to fuck you so fucking badly,' I grit out, pulling away enough to see her face and tracing the latex-covered tip of my cock through her wetness. ‘I've wanted it since the second I saw you at Alchemy in that fucking dress with your tits on display.'

She smiles up at me. ‘I wanted you too. I ran straight home and told Max I wanted to fuck you. Both of you.'

As if he's been cued in, Max speaks. ‘Keep up this performance, sweetheart, and you'll be full of both our dicks next time.' He keeps talking as I dip my head to sample Darcy's perfect breasts for the first time. Her nipples are so fucking hard as I roll them around with my tongue.

‘Remember how crazy she made you in The Playroom?' Max continues. ‘Remember how she danced, how she showed that greedy cunt to everyone? Remember how fucking frustrated you were, and now it's right there, waiting for you to plough into it. So I don't know what the fuck you're waiting for.'

My face is buried in Darcy's breast, but I'm pretty sure he's moved closer. He's somewhere between a Disney serpent, slithering and hissing, goading and enabling, and an actual devil on my shoulder. He's every wicked and depraved corner of me personified, and it's as if his sibilant instructions are a carte blanche for me to do whatever I like to Darcy.

Because he's right.

What the fuck am I waiting for?