Page 74 of Prince of Pain
Mason took a step forward, and Wolfe pointed to the spot on the couch beside him. “Sit. You’re not playing with her.”
“Fuck you, dude. You can’t stop me from fucking someone,” Mason bit out, and Channing rolled his eyes.
“Get over here and shut her up then if you really need to join in.”
I let Mason play with them while I sat beside Wolfe, keeping my eyes on Tempest while speaking to Wolfe. “Why didn’t you let him in on your sexfest last night? It’s not like she’ll date him no matter how hard he falls.”
Wolfe slid his gaze to me, and I looked at him, waiting for him to speak.
“You see a side of Mase that everyone sees, not the side he lets us see. He’s too soft for a girl like her, even you can admit that.”
“I told him something like that this morning. Doesn’t mean you have to cock block the guy.”
“Yeah, we do. Fucking her and falling for her are two very different things.”
“Why let him mess around with her now then? It’s not like keeping them apart last night changed the way he thinks about her,” I grunted, making him shrug.
“He had shit to do last night for Chan, and that wasn’t going to change just because she was here. He needs to keep his priorities in check, that’s all. Kind of hoping he finds someone new to obsess over because she’s even more needy now. No home? That’s just asking for him to try and save her. We let her stay last night as a favor to you, not because of her. We don’t want this becoming a habit, clear?”
“I know. I’ll take her back to mine. I’ll help her organize something else,” I agreed, and he chuckled as he turned his attention back to his friends.
“Good luck with that, Donovan. No one’s going to let her stay permanently when she’s got no money, a problem with authority, and a drug habit.”
He wasn’t wrong, it was going to be hard, but there had to be somewhere for her to go.
My dick hardened as Channing forced an orgasm out of her and she jerked against the restraints, a broken cry leaving her as he kept going, only stopping when he pushed himself over the edge.
Tempest was sobbing, telling me they’d done that a few times and her body was overstimulated, and Mason being Mason was letting her have a moment to calm down.
It was better to just keep going, she could rest when he was done.
“She’s fine, dude. It’s called fucking, not coddling,” I said dryly, making Wolfe snicker beside me. Channing muttered his agreement, but Mason scowled as he raked his fingers through her hair to soothe her.
“Fuck off, Ry.”
“Fuck her or don’t, I don’t give a shit. Hurry up and finish because I want to go.”
“Give her a minute, asshole.”
“No,” I scoffed, standing and moving towards them. I started untying her wrists, talking to her flatly. “Do you need a break, or are you going to be good for Mase and take his load so we can leave?”
“I can be good,” she choked out, groaning as I released her wrists and started massaging them. I’d bet money on her having no feeling left in them.
“I know you can. Show Mase how badly you want his cum, baby.”
Calling her baby always seemed to motivate her, and it did the trick as she shuffled closer to him and happily put his dick back in her mouth.
I trailed my fingers down her spine, admiring Channing’s handprint on her ass.
“She was a really, really, bad girl last night,” Channing said with a grin as he appeared beside the bed with a cloth in hand, now in his boxers. “Thanks for lending her to me.”
“She’s not mine to lend, but you’re welcome,” I deadpanned, accepting the cloth from him and easing it between her legs to clean her. The cloth was cool, and she leaned back a little to soothe her tender pussy.
“You’re too nice to the girls you fuck,” Channing muttered, but I ignored him. It wasn’t like his cum was going to scare me, I’d fucked his cum into her before which was way more personal than this.
“C’mon, Temp. You can work faster than that,” I sighed, keeping the cool cloth against her pussy while wrapping her hair in my other fist and encouraging her to go faster, making Mason grunt.
“Don’t help her, it’s weird.”