Conviction(7)
“I want his cock in my arse, not just his fingers. I want your cock in my cunt, his cock in my arse, Reed. Can I have that?” I stroke my fingers down her cheek and over her jaw. I love women like Lara, no bullshit, no pretending that she’s little miss innocent. She knows exactly what she wants, she knows exactly what makes her feel good, and she ain’t too scared to ask for it.
“Not a lot of room to manoeuvre in here. Don’t worry, we’ll make you feel good, then when we get back to the hotel, there’ll be more people to play with and we can get you all filled up again. You can get every hole f*cked if that’s what you want. Would you like that?” I nod slightly to tell Jet to slide his fingers in her arse while I talk to her. Her back arches and I watch as she pushes back toward Jet.
“Oh God, yes, yes Reed, I’d like that. More Jet, I want more,” her voice is ranging from high to low as Jet moves his fingers in and out of her arse.
“Suck my cock, Lara. Take it deep and then Jet will put that toy back inside you while he f*cks your arse, but I want you to suck me first.” I know once she comes she’ll be good for nothing for a while and I’m not gonna be left hanging with a hard-on. Once I blow my load, they can blow theirs. She takes my cock back into her mouth and drags her teeth up and down the shaft. It’s only just not painful, but I like it. I grip her hair and push her head down as I lift my hips. “Fuck her arse, Jet. Slide inside and make her feel good. Tell her what you’re gonna do to her.” I don’t want to talk right now, I just want to blow down the back of her throat.
“I’m gonna f*ck your arse now baby. I’m gonna f*ck it hard and bury myself inside you, and while I do that, I’m gonna push this dildo deep inside your cunt. You’re gonna feel so stretched and so full, they’re gonna hear you come in Moscow with how loud I’m gonna make you scream. You ready for this baby?” She moans against my cock but doesn’t answer him. I raise my hand to Jet, he knows exactly what that means and slaps Lara across her arse while I hold her head in place and push my hips into her face. “Answer me, Lara. You f*ckin’ ready for this?” I pull her by her hair and she releases my cock from her mouth with a pop.
Not breaking eye contact with me she says, “Yes, yes, Jet I’m ready.” She keeps looking at me as she speaks and I just know what that look means. I’m clueless about women and emotions and how to read them, in general. But when it comes to f*cking and what they want, I can read every little sigh, whimper, moan or look and I know exactly what Lara’s look means right now. It’s not really my thing, it triggers too many memories of what happened to my mum, but I don’t mind obliging her just a little bit.
Just to be safe and to make sure I’ve got this absolutely right, I ask her first though, “You like that, me pulling your hair, him slapping your arse?”
She bites down on her bottom lip and nods her head. “D’ya think I’m weird?” she asks.
Jet leans forward and grabs her hair, not harshly but enough to make her turn her head. “I think your f*ckin’ perfect, baby. Now you just relax while I get myself inside you and when I do, I’ll slap that pretty ass of yours and I’ll pull your hair just the way you like it. You can forget Moscow, they’ll be hearing you in Melbourne with the way we’ll make you scream. Now relax baby, just relax.” She turns back around to look at me. Her hand’s wrapped tightly around my cock as she strokes up and down. I don’t want to be in her mouth until Jet’s buried inside her, just in case it hurts and she bites down on my dick. Yeah, it’s happened before. Just the once, but I’m not likely to forget it.
Jet strokes his fingertips down her spine with one hand and with the other he squeezes more lube onto the bottom of her back, then uses his fingers to drag it where he needs it. He squeezes more lube into his hand and rubs it over his condom covered cock, his eyes meet mine as he does. Unlike my fine self, Jet will f*ck anything with a hole. He prefers women, but if there are none available, he’ll happily f*ck or be sucked off by a bloke. He’s told me many, many times that he’d love to be f*cked by me, and I’ve told him just as many times it ain’t gonna happen. Jet lines his cock up with Lara’s arse and I watch her eyes flutter while he begins to push inside her.
“Open your eyes and tell me that feels good, Lara. We need to know you’re okay. That feel good?” She opens her eyes, just as Jet must push in further, her back arches and she lets out the most animalistic moan. It’s carnal, sensual, and totally erotic and I almost come in her hand.
“So good Reed, it feels so f*cking good. Please let me suck you. I want to taste you.” I shake my head. “Just a few more seconds and you can, but let’s get you on your way first.”
Jet pushes all the way inside her as I speak. I watch as his hands hold onto her hips and he begins to pump slowly into her. His eyes are on me as he bites down on his bottom lip.
“She feels good Reed, good and tight but I wish she was you. I wish this was your arse I was f*cking.” He doesn’t take his eyes from mine. I don’t get scared when he says these things anymore. I know he means every one of them, but they don’t terrify me like they used to. He’s my mate, I love him like a mate, but that’s all. I like kinky, weird, f*cked up sex, but I don’t like to f*ck men. I don’t fancy men. I’ve watched two men f*cking. Actually I’ve watched three and four men f*cking and I’ve totally come in my hand over it, and all over a bird’s face while I’ve watched a few times too, but it’s because of the eroticism of the moment. It’s watching them get off that’s made me get off, it has nothing to do with the fact that they are men.