Page 48 of Prince of Pain
He always liked being the little spoon.
“I’m serious,” he muttered as he swatted at my hand, his fingers wrapping around my wrist firmly when I didn’t listen. “You’re insatiable, you know that?” I shrieked as he flipped over and pinned me to the bed, his eyes sharp and alert. “If you’re feeling better, I’m more than happy to take you home.”
“C’mon, Ry. Play with me,” I grinned, arching my body up to rub against his.
“I’ll fuck her if you don’t,” Mason chuckled, his voice rough with sleep.
“Or you could both just fuck me,” I offered, biting my lip as Ryder continued to stare down at me. He was thinking about it, it was written all over his face.
His grip on me loosened and I reached a hand up to slide my fingers around his throat, applying pressure and making him smirk. “It’s cute that you think you can dominate me into submission.”
“You’re driven by pussy. Of course I can coerce you into getting what I want,” I answered, managing to catch him off guard when I slapped him. It wasn’t hard, but it was enough to startle him. “So, are you going to fuck me, or watch Mase do it?”
My breath hitched as he slid a hand between us and forced a finger inside me, leaning down but not enough for me to kiss him.
“Drop your head back off the bed. Mase can fuck your mouth while I take you like this,” he said as if he was annoyed, but I saw right through his bullshit. He loved group activities, getting off on the fact we had an audience.
Mason scrambled to his feet, suddenly wide awake at the obvious invitation, and I shuffled back to hang my head off the bed to open my mouth for him.
Blood rushed to my head but I ignored it as Mason stood right in front of me, fisting himself with one hand while reaching out to cup my chin affectionately. “Open wider.”
I did as he asked, groaning as he stepped closer and slipped the head of his cock between my lips. The taste of precum hit my tongue and I hollowed my cheeks to suck, earning a grunt in return from him. “Always so good for me.”
He pushed down my throat more, making me gag, and I jerked as Ryder pinched my clit. He chuckled, holding me down by the hips as he pressed his dick to my entrance. “Don’t bite his dick, I have a feeling you’d miss it.”
Mason laughed, but his fingers still toyed with my chin and bottom lip gently. I couldn’t see much more than his balls and the floor, but I knew he’d have that soft look on his face that he got when he touched me.
I cried out when Ryder slammed into me without warning, managing not to bite Mason by some kind of miracle, and I was glad Ryder was holding me down, or I would’ve flown off the damn bed when his fingers started teasing my clit.
I was aware of Mason pulling back every so often to let me breathe, but I knew he was close when I came hard and cursed around him, and he became focused on thrusting down my throat and not letting me breathe.
“Such a good slut for us. You want our cum?” Ryder practically growled, fucking me harder and making me gag around Mason more. I lifted a hand to tease Mason’s ass, and he didn’t hesitate to let Ryder know what I was doing.
“You got lube? She’s getting wandering fingers.”
“Drawer beside you,” Ryder answered, and I gasped in air as Mason moved to grab it, surprise hitting me as Ryder pulled out.
“What—” I didn’t get to finish my question before his mouth was on my pussy, my hips lifting off the mattress as he tongue-fucked me rapidly until I was a wriggling mess on the bed.
“Hush,” Mason warned, shutting me up with his dick and taking my hand in his, squeezing lube onto the tip of my finger. I wasn’t exactly quiet, but at least it was muffled.
I ran my slick finger across his ass and he shuddered, a low groan leaving him as I eased it inside, his hips jerking forward and choking me as I toyed with his prostate.
His fingers pressed against my throat, feeling me swallow around him as he got closer to release, and they tightened more as his thrusts quickened just before he came.
I really needed to breathe, but I forgot all about breathing as he stepped back and Ryder hooked my legs over his shoulders to rail me.
I went to scream, and Mason’s hand slammed over my mouth at the last second, muffling me as I fell over the edge alongside Ryder.
My body shook as Ryder stilled, all of us catching our breaths, and Mason grabbed the corner of the blanket and wiped at the drool that was running down my cheeks.
“Clean up and I’ll take you home,” Ryder said as he swatted the side of my thigh, his cum leaking out of me as he pulled back to get to his feet. “I’d rather not have your dad show up and murder me in my own bedroom for finding you naked.”
“Why the rush? He’ll murder you anyway.”
“My tolerance for you has ended. Offense intended,” he said flatly, and Mason rolled his eyes.
“C’mon, I’ll shower with you. I have nowhere to be today, so we can hang out.”