Page 21 of Lesson In Trust
“Soon. I have so much to play with first.”
“Eli, my balls are about to burst. Imminently.”
“Shouldn’t have been so eager to start the party prematurely, then.” Giving Callie a wink, he traced a fingertip around her swollen folds, down the glossy seam of her sex, to tease the stretched ring of her anus. “I suppose I can adjust my schedule if you prefer.”
Callie’s small hands clutched her Daddy’s forearms tightly. “Y-You don’t have to if you don’t w-want to.”
“No need to stutter, little one,” he told her, running the backs of his fingers down her upraised thigh. When she recoiled, he made a note to explore the scars further if given the opportunity. Instead of pushing the issue—she wasn’t his, after all—he lifted an eyebrow. “Did Evander kiss them better when he saw them?”
Heat visibly infused her cheeks, but she was caught in the dominant thrall of his gaze. She swallowed hard, nodding in slow, jerky beats.
“Do they hurt?”
A headshake this time. “No.”
“Good. Neither will this.” Mouth open, he leaned forward and closed his lips over her clit. Sucking slowly, ignoring the instinctive rise of her hips, he heard Evander murmuring to her in reassurance.
Knowing his time and Evander’s patience were running short, he fluttered his tongue around the distended bud, intending to bring her to the edge of orgasm before his friend’s instincts took over.
However, some things were easier said than done.
While Callie’s body responded to the direct stimulus on her clit, it wasn’t difficult to realize she was strangely dissociative, intentionally or not. Her busy, wary mind was not in the game, too alert to submit.
Orgasming was a vulnerable moment for a sub. Those long seconds of mindless bliss rolling through her, blinding her with pleasure, stealing her ability to think—at least, if she was fucked properly.
Changing tactics, Elias permitted himself to take his first true taste of her, dragging his tongue along her slit with a dark groan of appreciation. Sweet with a slight tangy bite; creamy and slick. “Might as well fuck her, Evander. I’m going to be here a while.”
“Finally,” the blond Dom snarled.
“W-What?” Callie tried to twist her hips away, but between them, she was pinned. “No, you can’t. Not while he’s…”
“You’re going to come all over Eli’s face, babygirl.”
By God, she was, if it was the last thing she did. Sliding his arms around her thighs in a mimicry of Evander’s, Elias settled himself into a better position, and got back to work. Kissing her as deeply as he’d like to kiss her mouth, he rimmed her hole before plunging his tongue as far as it would reach, feeling her clench down on the intrusion.
Scarce inches from his mouth, Evander’s cock began to move, his hips rising and falling to thrust shallowly into her ass.
They performed in tandem, the rhythm awkward in the beginning before they fell into a balanced routine.
Licking into her, lapping at the steady stream of sweetness, he finally heard the little sub moan. Fingers fisted tentatively in his hair, whether to encourage or deter him, he wasn’t sure. But she didn’t use her safeword, so he continued without pause, teasing her with his tongue as Evander’s thrusts gained momentum.
It didn’t bother him, having a cock so close to his face. He had one of his own, after all, and he’d experimented a time or two with male submissives. Pleasure was pleasure, no matter who he shared it with, and while he was straight, the occasional dabble with another man never fazed him.
Callie squirmed uncontrollably, her breath erupting in harsh pants and pitiful moans. Sweat sheened her skin, but when he glanced up at her from between her thighs, he saw the awareness in those big, wide gray eyes. She wasn’t allowing herself to submit, valiantly holding herself apart from the orgasm that should be destroying her by now.
How he’d love to dig into her head, into her repressed memories, and find out how much damage her ex had caused. There was no doubt the fucker had inflicted some major wounds to her confidence.
Pressing his cheek to the inside of her thigh, Elias watched the thick cock hammer into her asshole from beneath. Her buttocks rippled with every slap of Evander’s groin, the glistening shaft plunging as deep as the awkward angle allowed.
Easing two fingers inside her pussy, he felt how fully Evander possessed her, the exquisite tightness. If they took her together, they’d need to be patient. “Come, little one. Don’t be afraid to let go. We’ve got you. Nothing bad is going to happen; just fall and we’ll catch you.”
Her head arched back against Evander’s shoulder, offering her throat in a blatantly submissive gesture. “I can’t.”
Elias nipped the sensitive skin high on her inner thigh, enjoying her shudder. Hmm, so she liked a jolt of pain, did she? Happy to oblige, he abandoned his brief voyeurism and proceeded to nip and suck his way back to his primary target, leaving red marks along her pale skin.
The fingers in his hair tightened, sending a wash of bliss shimmering over his scalp and down his spine. His cock throbbed with yearning, demanding to be released. The confines of his jeans were the only thing stopping him from driving home into the heat of her pussy, forcing the orgasm from her.
“There is nocan’t,” he admonished, fingering her in counterpoint to Evander’s near-frantic thrusts. “Your Daddy is going to ram this massive cock to the hilt in your ass, Callie, and he’s going to empty his balls inside you. I’m not giving you a choice here; you’re coming with him, and you’re going to milk his dick with that tight ass until you’ve taken every last drop of his cum. Do you understand me?”