Sicko(35)

“Do I need to beat you into submission?” he asks, continuing with the same tormenting flick of his tongue. His fingers dig into my hips as his tongue finally dives into my ass. The sensation is not something I’m sure I like, or hate, and I don’t know why he’s doing it and why he doesn’t just fuck me there. He must stand to his feet because a loud slap vibrates over my ass cheek, stinging me instantly. It feels good, so fucking good, but I need more.

More pain.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asks, and I cry out when he slaps me again, in the same place. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

Another slap. “And you want my friend here to take you too?”

Another slap, this time I could swear I feel my skin split open. “Yes!” I scream, sweat trickling down my temple.

“Good,” he says, with another slap, but this time over my pussy. I throb instantly, releasing drips of cum down my thigh. “Because there’s no safe word in here.” He rubs me over my cleft, massaging softly as I feel the tip of his cock push against my entrance. In the midst of the chaos, he obviously put on a condom. Gripping my hips, he thrusts into me instantly, tearing me wide open to accommodate his girth.

“So fucking tight.” He pulls out, runs his damp cock all over my pussy and crack of my ass, before diving back in and pumping me in rhythm. Unable to offer myself the release I ache to feel, I pull the other guy in closer, swallowing him whole while the main guy hammers me from behind. Deep, hard thrusts with enough force to hit the edge of my cervix.

He pulls out again and I suck the tip off of the other guy. The sound of him spitting is the only thing I hear before saliva slips down the crack of my ass with his finger following its trail. The tip of his cock pushes against the entrance of my ass and I tense slightly, afraid of the sheer size of him and the teeny gap of my hole.

He slaps me hard across the ass with one hand and bundles up my hair with his other. “Relax.” When I don’t, he tugs on my hair and my neck stretches backward, making it hard to swallow the cum that’s sliding down my throat. “Fucking relax.” My muscles release around his size as he inches further and further inside of me. I’ve done anal. A lot. James loves anal almost as much as he loves sex, and I don’t mean just with his cock, so taking it isn’t a problem—usually, but this man is big. I don’t even know his name. Once he’s buried deep in my ass, he pulls out, lifts me around the waist and turns me around to face him again. The way he handles me is alarming, as if I weigh almost nothing. Sucking my nipple into his mouth, he enters me as the guy behind me presses the tip of his now condom-clad cock against the entry of my ass.

I suck in a deep breath as they both sink inside of me.

“Oh.” A yelp escapes my mouth when they’re both entering and my arms fly around the main guy in front of me, my teeth sinking into the side of his neck. Metallic liquid touches my tongue as I swallow his guttural hisses. He pumps in and out a couple times all while the guy behind me grunts, slowly sinking into my asshole. They both thrash into me relentlessly, my eyes rolling to the back of my head in pleasure.

Confusion.

I squeeze the main guy closer and without thinking, my lips find his. He doesn’t open them, doesn’t move. It almost gets ridiculous that I keep my lips on his because he’s not reciprocating, so I move back and suck down on his neck. Not everyone likes kissing. I get it.

My legs shake as they continue. It’s not until I’m screaming through my release that he falls backward, landing on a sofa. They both remain inside of me, this time I’m riding the main guy with the other behind me.

Main guy’s hands squeeze around my thighs as he slams me deeper over his cock. He grips me from my cheeks and brings my face lower than his. “Open.”

I do.

Saliva slides inside my mouth as the guy behind fucks me harder. I clench around them, my body preparing to fall beneath their hands again. Yet again. I don’t know if I’d be able to handle yet another orgasm, but I chase it anyway.

“Slap me,” I whisper, rolling my body over him.

He slaps me across my face before grabbing my tit and pulling me into his mouth. He bites down on my nipple and I lose it. The guy behind me pulls out of my ass and after a few seconds, his hot cum is squirting over my back as the main one beneath me grunts and groans through his release, with my nipple still between his teeth.

I’ve been flipped, slapped, pulled, and fucked until my legs shook, bruises welt my skin—I’m sure—and blood stains are smeared over my body.

We all fall in silence, so I curl up on the ground, attempting to catch my breath. I’m met with silence as they both gather up their things and the door opens and closes and I’m alone again.

Alone.

Left with nothing but the memories of what just happened. That just happened. I smirk to myself, my tongue running over my bottom lip. I can still taste them both on my skin, smell the scent of their sex in the air. They’ve left me with a hunger that can never be satiated. I want them back.

Doing the best that I can with no sight, I gather up my dress and squeeze it onto my body just as the door flies back open and a light turns on. I smile, finally able to see who these two men are, but when I turn to face them, it’s James. My heart crashes to the floor.

“Oh, hi,” I say, zipping up the rest of my dress.