Page 24 of One More Gift
I tilt my head to run my tongue all the way along one side, licking from the base to the tip and back down again while Casper stamps his feet like a child who’s had his toys taken away.
“Blow job,” Henry pants. “Really good one. Sucking the soul—”
I make an indecent show of swirling my tongue around the tip and sucking hard while jerking his shaft in smooth, rhythmic motions.
“Oh, fuck, Sass. That’s too good. I’m gonna—”
Henry’s chair wobbles from side to side, their cuffs rattling between them. I dig my nails into his thighs and briefly panic that he might wrench one of Casper’s arms out of its socket. The thought disappears when his body stiffens and I feel his hot, salty release fill my mouth.
I bob my head lower, wanting to make sure I get every last drop.
“Show me,” Henry pleads, and I open my mouth for him to see where it’s pooled on my tongue and filled the space beneath it. “Let me see you swallow it.”
I’m about to, when Casper moans desperately, and I have a feeling he’d rather like to see me with a mouth full of cum, too. Even more so when it’s not his own. The thought has my pussy throbbing all over again.
Closing my mouth, I shake my head slowly, rising to my feet and rounding the chairs. Yanking the blindfold off of Casper, I drop it on the floor and kneel before him.
He blinks rapidly, then lets out a keening sound as if it pains him to see me like this, stripped bare with a dark hickey rapidly blooming where Henry has sucked hard into the flesh of my breast.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. My plan was always to cuff him and blindfold him, to tease him up close to the action without being able to see what he was missing out on, but I can’t help myself. The darkest part of mewantshim to see me like this. Wants him to see that another man has touched me, and that I’ve loved every second of it.
With my hands on his knees, I push them wide and scoot closer, just like I did with Henry. Except instead of freeing himfrom his sweats, I throw my head back until the ends of my hair graze the base of my spine.
Opening wide, I show him the load Henry just blew in my mouth, and he whimpers around his gag, rattling in the chair as if this time he’ll manage to break free.
I’ve spent so long aiming to please him that I briefly wonder what he wants me to do next, but I can’t ask with my mouth full, even if I wanted to. This is not about him anymore, so instead I do what I want and push my tongue to the edge of my lip, forcing it to spill over the edge.
Casper watches intently as it trickles down my chin, rivulets finding the path of least resistance and dripping down to my neck. I adjust the angle of my body so it carries down to my tits, gradually pushing more from my mouth.
Over Casper’s shoulder, Henry twists his head from side to side, desperate to see what he’s missing out on, and I pocket that power too. He may have been the one to fuck me, but this next part is a little treat for my ex-husband's eyes only.
I shuffle back a little until there’s space for me to spread my legs wider, while Henry’s cum keeps dripping from my lips. Casper tracks it as it runs through the channel between my breasts, down over my stomach. Some of it pools in my bellybutton, the rest soaking into the trimmed strip of hair beneath.
He looks disappointed, but I have a secret. There’s more where that came from.
Finally, I spit the last of Henry’s cum into my hand and, using the other one to prop myself up, I lift my hips as high as they’ll go. Wiggling my fingers, I let the creamy fluid drip onto my pink, aching flesh.
I used to think Casper’s breeding kink was just a dirty possessive streak until he confessed he secretly hoped his sperm would be so potent it would miraculously blast through my IUDand knock me up. I stopped letting him come inside me after that argument. To see another man’s seed painting over what was once his must be torture, but for me, it’s pure pleasure.
Before it drips to the floor, I gather it up and push it inside me. The moans that escape me aren’t even for show. It’s warm, and obscene, and I love it. I scoop up what I spilled onto my chest and push that inside, too.
With my underwear still in his mouth, Casper moans through the fabric, but I can see his breath quickening the way it usually does when he’s about to come. He had no relief from me last night, and unless he got off somewhere else in the house, I know he must be in agony.
His face twists, eyes squeezing shut, hips shaking, and from my spot between his knees I watch in awe as his cock twitches over and over against the strained fabric of his sweatpants. Casper is not average in any sense of the word, and I’m surprised he hasn’t burst through them at this point.
His eyes widen, then disappear into the back of his head, his stomach tightening as he unleashes one mighty roar from behind his gag.
Captivated, I watch spurt after spurt flood through the grey material, blooming into a dark, damp patch. It’s one of the filthiest things I’ve ever seen in my life. Knowing I just brought a man to orgasm without even touching him is a rush, though of course I’d never tell him that.
“Oh dear,” I laugh, “What a mess you've made.”
Standing up, I grip his jaw, and my sticky fingers smear Henry’s cum across his cheek. His tongue darts out to taste it and suddenly I want nothing more than to see Casper with Henry’s cock in his mouth. I don’t even know if that’s something he wants. It’s never come up before, but neither has handcuffing two men to each other. This weekend is full of surprises, and I need a minute to myself to process it all.
I bend at the waist to press a kiss to his forehead.
“The keys are somewhere in the box. I'll leave you two to figure this out.”
Chapter 16