Page 12 of Dating is for Suckers

We’d had oral before, but somehow, this feels different. It might be the plug inside me or the fact that I’m chained up, helpless. I have no idea, but with each lick, I feel a pulsing deep inside me as my body begins to coil. This feeling is familiar. I’ve felt it the times I’ve gotten myself off. Just because he hasn’t been able to do it doesn’t mean it hasn’t happened.

I know what an orgasm feels like, but this already feels far more intense. Is it his blood? A sharp nip at my inner thigh brings my mind back to Joe in between my legs. I should be concentrating on how good everything feels and not on the how or why. His cool fingers slide the material away, giving him complete access, and my knees nearly buckle at the contrast of his cool tongue against my heated flesh.

With one hand, he slides his fingers deep inside, and with the other, he pulls at the plug. In this way, he fucks me, ever so slowly from both ends. My eyes nearly cross from the delicious sensations spiraling through me. I think he’s actually going to be able to do it. As I near the peak, he stops, pulling out and standing up, his lips tilted up into a smirk.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

A flash of sensation explodes against my ass, and I can’t keep the cry of pain and surprise inside. I want to be strong. I want to power through and take what he has to give me, but it’s so overwhelming.

“Don’t even think about holding back on me,” Joe growls, hitting my ass again. “Even if it’s your tears. I want them all.”

Again, he strikes, and this time, I sob, letting him hear what he’s doing to me. I thought that maybe he’d lighten up, possibly give me a chance to breathe, but no. My tears do nothing more than spur him on.

Rory’s fingers are back at my clit, stroking, pinching, pulling. His touch grinds the fabric into my sensitive skin, adding to the sensations washing over me. Shuddering, I’m helpless as my first orgasm rumbles through me. It’s not as intense as I thought it would be, more like when I get myself off, but it certainly helps dull the need.

Even the stinging sensation from my ass lessons as the pleasure floods my body. Endorphins trip over my nerve endings, sending me into an odd sort of spiral. Everything becomes hazy, warm, languid. Is it the blood? The orgasm? A mixture of the two?

Joe moves the implement up higher, smacking my upper back and shoulders with it. The rhythm is lulling, pulling me deeper into this space somewhere between waking and sleeping.

“I think she’s in subspace.” Rory’s voice is muffled, like it’s underwater.

Joe stops what he’s doing and walks to the front, grabbing my chin in his grip. He stares at me, his eyes twinkling in the light. God, he’s pretty. His lips quirk up into a lopsided grin as he hears my thoughts and leans down to brush his lips over mine in a tender kiss.

“Not as pretty as you,” he whispers.

Joe comes back around behind me, and I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone. We hadn’t had penetrative sex yet, but right now, that’s the only thing on my mind. I want his cock deep inside me, filling me in a way his fingers only hinted at. I know how big he is. I can barely fit him into my mouth. The idea of him sliding into me sends a cramping flutter of need deep in my gut.

“Help me get her down.” Joe keeps his voice soft and even, but there’s a bite of need to it, an urgency I’ve never heard before.

My core flutters as his voice slithers under my skin, adding to the need already roaring to life inside of me. Rory undoes my hands as Joe works on my ankles. Joe’s fingers skim the delicate skin around the bones before sliding his tongue up the back of my leg. He’s barely touching me, and yet, I feel it in the most profound way. It’s as if the very molecules of my body quiver at his nearness.

I’m so boneless when they peel me from the cross that my knees buckle. In an easy flex of his arms, Joe scoops me up and holds me close. I listen for his heart, needing to see if it’s pounding as hard as mine, but I hear nothing. I had forgotten again that my boyfriend isn’t alive.

Joe lays me down on a flat, leather-clad bench and chuckles as he smooths his cool hand over my back as I stare at the floor. “I am very much alive. Just different. Don’t make things weird in that head of yours.”

Once they position me how they want me, Rory’s pants come in front of my vision, and I watch as he unzips himself, taking his time as he reveals his length. Are vampire cocks just huge? Like, are they prepackaged that way, or do their cocks get bigger when they turn? Again, Joe laughs, and I cringe inside, remembering that he can hear my thoughts.

Rory slides his hand into my hair, holding my head in place as he slides the tip of his cock around my lips. “You’re going to suck me like a good little submissive,” he murmurs, humping the air. “While Joe is going to take that sweet pussy of yours. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.” I barely get the words out when Rory surges up, filling my mouth with his girth. At the same time, Joe slams in from behind, triggering my second orgasm of the night. This time, the pleasure is intense. Shock fills my body as I ripple around Joe’s shaft, wanting more, needing more. My nails dig into the leather as I buck against him, desperate for him to fuck me even harder.

Joe keeps pounding into me, riding out the sensations as I concentrate on Rory’s cock as it pistons in and out of my mouth. They both begin to swell as their own orgasms overtake them. Their moans fill my ears as I gag around Rory’s length, his frigid cum spilling down my throat. It’s the same chilly texture as Joe, but the taste is vastly different.

Where Joe was dark chocolate with just a hint of mint, Rory is sweet. Like a snow cone with just a bit too much blue raspberry syrup. I don’t hate the flavor, but it makes me crave Joe’s richness even more. Rory pulls out his softening cock and steps back.

Joe stays deep inside me, his shaft rippling as it pulses against my internal muscles. Working at the plug, he pulls it out, ignoring my whines of protest, and starts to ease another one back in. By the feel of it, it’s much larger. I squirm, attempting to get away, but his hard palm against my tender ass has me settling.

Gritting my teeth, I dig into the leather again, whimpering as it stretches me in two. Rory runs his hands over my back, whispering soothing words, but I can’t hear them. All I can concentrate on is the agony of this plug. Will Joe feel even bigger? I’m not sure if I can handle it.

CHAPTER 9

Joe

I stare in fascination as the shiny metal starts to disappear past the tight, white ring of her ass. Soon, it will be me in there, and I can’t wait. My cock starts to twitch again as her pained whines reach my ears.

So far, Rory and I are tied as far as orgasms go, and I can’t allow him to win. Once I get her off one more time, that’s it. I will take her and claim her, turning her into my vampire princess. I watch as he stares at me, the grim set of his lips confirming that he already knows. It’s not personal, and I hope we can still remain friends after this, but Lissa is mine. I’ll never be able to share her again.

Reaching down, I stroke her clit once more, and she writhes against my hand. It’s not going to take me long. Meeting Rory’s eyes, I hold his gaze as my fingertips glide back and forth against her tight nub. Pulling back, I slide my fingers back under the lace and graze them against her skin. She moans and rocks back against me, riding my re-hardening cock.