Page 142 of Fracture

I moan at her words, the sound vibrating around Levi’s cock, and he hisses in a breath. His fingers rake over my head, and his hips jerk a little. I release him with a pop, grinning up at him.

“Don’t get too excited,guapo.” I lick his tip, and he shudders. “The night’s just getting started.”

I draw him back down my throat, inch by fucking glorious inch, until I’m almost gagging on him. His abs ripple as he breathes, his teeth gritted, and he clicks the remote again. Stella lets out a loud moan, and I look over to see her head fallen back, her breasts so mouthwateringly on display. Her thighs shake lightly, and Levi clicks the remote again.

She goes limp, panting on the bed, and looks over at us with hooded eyes.

“I hate being edged,” she says with a very well-acted pout.

Levi chuckles, jerking his hips against my face. “Liar.” He presses the remote several times, and Stella cries out. “You fucking love it.”

“Shit, Levi, oh my god!” She arches and writhes, and the sight is almost enough to have me spilling down here on the floor.

Levi turns the vibe off again, leaving her gasping for air and shaking on the bed.

“Where are we, baby girl?” He asks in a low voice, and Stella laughs breathlessly, rolling her eyes.

“Jesus, fuck, Fenton, you worry too much,” she chides, giving him a smile. “I’m just fine.”

“Hmmm, that sounds like a challenge.”

“Some challenge, this tiny little vibe.” Her eyes slam shut, a loud moan leaving her lips as Levi turns the toy on all the way. “Ohfuck.”

“Still tiny?” He runs a hand over my head as I continue to suck him slowly, running my tongue along his shaft.

Stella strains against the scarves, trying desperately to jerk her legs together. “F-fucking pathetic,” she gasps, a strained laugh leaving her lips. But her body is betraying her, her brow furrowing as she bites her lip, the moans catching in her throat becoming more high-pitched.

With an almost cruel laugh, Levi turns the toy off, at the same time that I release his cock. He groans, reaching down to seize my chin between his fingers.

“Looks like we’re both getting edged, baby girl.”

I nip at his fingers, and look over at Stella. “Look at the mess she’s made on the bed,guapo.”

Levi follows my gaze and growls low in his chest. “Fuck, she’s dripping.”

“I thought I was meant to bewatching,” she says breathily, her lips lifting into a grin. “If I’m just going to be watching you two stand here, I want a refund.”

I laugh, grabbing the back of Levi’s neck and pulling him in to kiss me. His tongue strokes mine, his hands wandering over my body. I break the kiss and spin him around, forcing him down at the edge of the bed.

“You want to watch,guera?” I retrieve the bottle of lube from the floor, clicking it open and coating my hard cock. “You want to see me fuck your pretty boyfriend?”

“Yes.” Her eyes are wide and wanting, biting her lip as she watches me coat Levi’s ass in lube, and press the aching tip of my cock to his heated flesh.

I lean over him, kissing and licking at his mouth, and pluck the remote from his hand. I meet Stella’s gaze as I press the first button, at the same time that I begin to ease myself into Levi. He gasps, tensing for just a second before he relaxes into me, a shuddering groan echoing in his throat.

Stella whimpers softly, her skin flushing sweet red.

“Feeling hot, baby girl?”

She nods. “So hot.”

“You need to come?” I flick the vibe up to the next setting, and she coughs out a gasp. I roll my hips against Levi, whose body is gripping me so hard, I need to take it slow, or I’m going to spill inside him immediately.

Stella shakes her head, her eyes locked on us. “No, I want - Ohfuck- I want to watch you two first.”

I wrap my hand around Levi’s throat and pull his body up against mine. He whimpers, his neck shifting under my grip. “You hear that,guapo?” I breathe against his ear. “Your pretty baby girl wants to watch you get fucked.” I rock against him, and he moans. “You like that, huh? You like having this tight little hole fucked while she watches?” I stroke his cock with my other hand, and his fingers dig into the sheets hanging off the edge of the bed.

“Fuck, yes.” He turns his head to kiss me, breath pounding in his chest.