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And it’s dark, so dark, because it’s tangled up in my mind with the things done to me, things I hated, things that hurt me and wounded me, that make up my nightmares.
But maybe this is the answer, this is how I will exorcise my demons: by turning that dark knowledge into good, into pleasuring my lovers. Changing the pain into power and understanding.
I pull my finger out when his cock twitches, because I don’t want him to come, not yet. He groans and tugs again on the belt.
Damn, I need to be more prepared than this, invest in some good handcuffs with lining inside. His wrists will be bruised to hell tomorrow.
And that dark place inside me likes the idea.
Shooting him a wink, which he barely notices, he’s so worked up, I move back and take Sydney’s hand, pulling her toward us. “Do you wanna make him come?”
Her cheeks are rosy, her curls dishelmed, her nipples hard. She smells of sex and she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. “Yes.”
I tug her until she’s between his legs. She puts her hand on his cock and he moans, sweat trickling down his temples, his lower lip red, bitten through.
“Fuck, please. Please, Syd.” He’s rambling, nearly incoherent. His dick bobs against his stomach, swollen and heavy. His balls are drawn up, tightly. “God, I need to come.”
Damn, I’m getting hard again. But hey, West is, too. He smirks at me, propped up on one elbow, watching.
It’s just… so damn exciting. Kash is trembling with tension, his gaze riveted on Sydney, and she’s languid, already sated, but getting aroused all over again just by looking at him, touching him. She runs her hands over his chest, and she’s not cruel, unlike me. But he’s so close, he could come with one good stoke of his cock, and her touches are featherlike, torturing him.
Arousing him more, until he can hardly stay still, can’t take it anymore.
“Ride him, Syd.” I reach for her, tuck a red curl behind a dainty ear, stroke her cheek. “He can’t take much more.”
She smiles at me, then climbs over Kash’s legs, straddles his lap and lowers herself onto his cock.
He cries out, body arching up as she takes him inside her. I wonder how long he’ll last. Probably seconds.
West sits up and drags me onto his lap. He molds himself to my back, and I’m so entranced by the show unfolding in front of me, I don’t flinch. I let him wrap his arms around me, one hand closing around my cock, let him press his mouth to my neck and suck so hard he’ll probably leave a mark.
Absently, I put my hand over his as he strokes me, staring as Syd rides Kash with slow, sensual rolls of her hips, her hands on his chest, as he twists on the bed and bucks, mouth open in a huge gasp.
His legs tense. He lifts both himself and her off the bed as he finally comes, every line of his body straining, muscles taut, his pale skin covered in a sheen of sweat.
She shudders, head falling forward, hips rolling and stilling. She comes, and I know because he groans as her pussy squeezes his sensitive, spent dick harder, and then she slumps on his chest.
Fuck. That’s hot. I could come again just from watching them, but I lift West’s hand off me, give it a squeeze, and then crawl over to where Kash and Syd are lying in a sweaty tangle of limbs. I undo the belt and when his hands drop, I massage his wrists.
Yep, bruised. Not too bad. But I really need to get those handcuffs because these little games we play are awesome.
He rolls his head to shoot me a dazed look. “Nate…”
“That’s how you destress,” I explain, smiling at the slackness of his mouth. “We make you wait, and don’t let you come until the end. And then you let go and explode.”
“Motherfucker,” he wheezes, drunk on endorphins, his grin lazy. “Almost killed me.”
“But you’re relaxed now. Gonna sleep like a baby.” I tug Sydney off him, gather her to my side. “Okay, girl?”
She nods against my shoulder.
“What about you, West?” I glance over her copper curls at him. “Gonna sleep okay, or do you need me to destress you some more?”
I ask it lightly, though he still suffers from more nightmares than the rest of us. But he only grins, his dick. “Lemme think about it.”
It’s a testament to how far we’ve come, that we can joke around about it, treat it like something normal.
We’ve redefined normal. We’ve remade it, end of story. I fucking love our new normal, and I’m ready to strip the sheets and fall in bed with my people and sleep.
