first.”
“Yes, Sir.” Marti giggled and Jackson swore from where he stood.
A loud, tight mmmm sounded, and Mondo’s gaze shot to Sunny. Her eyes were squeezed tight, her hands were fisted around chain, legs trembling as she strained to widen them. The tilt of her hips exposed her swollen clit that was bulbous and red.
As Mondo watched, Craig gave it a rasp of his thumb, which set Sunny rocking in her chains, another anguished moan ripping from her throat.
“Sunny,” Mondo called out.
Her eyelids blinked slowly open, and he almost relented seeing the anguish in her tearful eyes. Instead, he gave a shake of his head. “Not yet. Watch me come.” Then he stared down at Jenn. “Jerk me off. Let her see.”
Jenn edged to the side and licked up and down his shaft, further wetting him, then she spit into a palm, gripped him and began to gently pump on his shaft.
“Harder. You know how I like it, dear.”
She tightened her fist around him and moved faster, slipping her free hand lower to tug on his balls. As slick, slapping sounds filled the room, Mondo kept his gaze on Sunny, watching as her body trembled, her hips jerking, trying to flee Craig’s targeted ministrations because she was close and she was trying to obey.
Mondo gave into the pressure of his balls, kept his attention focused on Sunny, showing her fidelity by letting her see that her struggle to obey was what fed his pleasure, not Jenn who was simply the instrument, just as Craig wasn’t the one controlling her pleasure now.
The tension built until his head dipped toward his chest and his breathing quickened.
“Do you want me to swallow it?” Jenn asked, changing hands but never losing the rhythm, although now she was adding a twisting motion.
“ Mierdo , that’s good.” He shook his head. “No, I want her to see it fly.”
And fly it did, arriving in long spurts that hit Jenn’s shoulder but otherwise arced from his pumping hips, the last sloppy bits burbling gently over her tight fist.
With sweat sprouting on his forehead and chest, he reached down and patted Jenn’s shoulder. “Thanks, love. Return to Aiden.” Without ever breaking from Sunny’s shimmering stare, he stroked his waning erection, giving himself a much harder squeeze and tug than Jenn had managed. His arousal in check, for now, he stalked toward Sunny, determined to show her exactly how complicated and simple their loving could be.
Pain was simple. Finding the pleasure in it was the complicated part. But he’d handled all his rough edges and was ready to play now.
Chapter Eight
The look on Mondo’s face as he approached was at once feral and beautiful. Frightening on some levels, but Sunny wanted all of it. Wanted the raw. Wanted the sweet. Mostly, she just wanted to come.
Craig’s dedicated strokes and swirls left her on the very edge of an orgasm. Watching Mondo’s face as he’d come, his sharp-edged cheekbones further honed by ecstasy, had nearly pushed her over the edge. She’d envied the damn carpet for the stripes of thick white come glistening there. If he’d asked her to suck it from the fibers, she’d have bent to the task, grateful for a taste. She hadn’t been exaggerating when she’d told him she wanted everything he had to give.
At that moment, when he’d groaned and the first spurt had erupted, she’d hated Jenn kneeling beside him, her hand working his slick shaft. Already, she felt possessive, jealous. Somehow, the fever pitch Mondo had worked up inside her was drawing down emotions she wasn’t all that pleased to know she could feel.
He held out his hand and Jenn slid a flogger across his palm, this one longer than the one he’d used on her, the flanges knotted at the ends. Her breath caught, waiting as he raised it, dying for the kiss of leather. Instead, he stroked Craig’s back and buttocks over and over, softly at first, then popped the knotted tips against Craig’s flanks.
Craig groaned loudly and then his hands cupped her
“Yes, Sir.” Marti giggled and Jackson swore from where he stood.
A loud, tight mmmm sounded, and Mondo’s gaze shot to Sunny. Her eyes were squeezed tight, her hands were fisted around chain, legs trembling as she strained to widen them. The tilt of her hips exposed her swollen clit that was bulbous and red.
As Mondo watched, Craig gave it a rasp of his thumb, which set Sunny rocking in her chains, another anguished moan ripping from her throat.
“Sunny,” Mondo called out.
Her eyelids blinked slowly open, and he almost relented seeing the anguish in her tearful eyes. Instead, he gave a shake of his head. “Not yet. Watch me come.” Then he stared down at Jenn. “Jerk me off. Let her see.”
Jenn edged to the side and licked up and down his shaft, further wetting him, then she spit into a palm, gripped him and began to gently pump on his shaft.
“Harder. You know how I like it, dear.”
She tightened her fist around him and moved faster, slipping her free hand lower to tug on his balls. As slick, slapping sounds filled the room, Mondo kept his gaze on Sunny, watching as her body trembled, her hips jerking, trying to flee Craig’s targeted ministrations because she was close and she was trying to obey.
Mondo gave into the pressure of his balls, kept his attention focused on Sunny, showing her fidelity by letting her see that her struggle to obey was what fed his pleasure, not Jenn who was simply the instrument, just as Craig wasn’t the one controlling her pleasure now.
The tension built until his head dipped toward his chest and his breathing quickened.
“Do you want me to swallow it?” Jenn asked, changing hands but never losing the rhythm, although now she was adding a twisting motion.
“ Mierdo , that’s good.” He shook his head. “No, I want her to see it fly.”
And fly it did, arriving in long spurts that hit Jenn’s shoulder but otherwise arced from his pumping hips, the last sloppy bits burbling gently over her tight fist.
With sweat sprouting on his forehead and chest, he reached down and patted Jenn’s shoulder. “Thanks, love. Return to Aiden.” Without ever breaking from Sunny’s shimmering stare, he stroked his waning erection, giving himself a much harder squeeze and tug than Jenn had managed. His arousal in check, for now, he stalked toward Sunny, determined to show her exactly how complicated and simple their loving could be.
Pain was simple. Finding the pleasure in it was the complicated part. But he’d handled all his rough edges and was ready to play now.
Chapter Eight
The look on Mondo’s face as he approached was at once feral and beautiful. Frightening on some levels, but Sunny wanted all of it. Wanted the raw. Wanted the sweet. Mostly, she just wanted to come.
Craig’s dedicated strokes and swirls left her on the very edge of an orgasm. Watching Mondo’s face as he’d come, his sharp-edged cheekbones further honed by ecstasy, had nearly pushed her over the edge. She’d envied the damn carpet for the stripes of thick white come glistening there. If he’d asked her to suck it from the fibers, she’d have bent to the task, grateful for a taste. She hadn’t been exaggerating when she’d told him she wanted everything he had to give.
At that moment, when he’d groaned and the first spurt had erupted, she’d hated Jenn kneeling beside him, her hand working his slick shaft. Already, she felt possessive, jealous. Somehow, the fever pitch Mondo had worked up inside her was drawing down emotions she wasn’t all that pleased to know she could feel.
He held out his hand and Jenn slid a flogger across his palm, this one longer than the one he’d used on her, the flanges knotted at the ends. Her breath caught, waiting as he raised it, dying for the kiss of leather. Instead, he stroked Craig’s back and buttocks over and over, softly at first, then popped the knotted tips against Craig’s flanks.
Craig groaned loudly and then his hands cupped her
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