Before I can tell him that I’ll take whatever he’s giving, a low groan comes from across the room, causing my gaze to snap back, only to see that Mark now has Melody in the same position that Ledger and I are in, except…they’re both completely naked. Melody is still covered in a sheen of sweat, having orgasmed four hard times by my count, and it looks like it’s taking a lot of effort for her to keep her head up and off Mark’s shoulder. She looks exhausted, blissed out, sated, and somehow still desperate. Her thighs are spread just like mine, and Mark’s thick cock proudly stands tall between her legs. It gives her just enough pressure to grind against, and she’s using small motions to coat him in her wetness, making them both glisten in the room’s low lighting.
My body has a mind of its own, and I realize that I’m circling my hips in a similar motion, wishing that I had Ledger’s bare cock between my legs so I could use it for friction. Ledger uses his hand placement over mine to bring it up, higher and higher until he’s trailing my own hand down my neck. Faint, teasingtouches that feel similar to when I touch myself but also totally new with the added pressure and heat of his skin on mine. He guides my hand lower, placing it on my breast, still covered by my dress.
“I’ve been staring at these perfect fucking tits all night, baby. I’m not sure who you had in mind when you put this dress on, but it damn sure better have been me.”
I smile, biting my lip and looking over my shoulder to raise an eyebrow at his dirty mouth. “I wore it for me.”
Far from displeasing him, my answer makes his smile widen. He leans in just enough to touch the tip of his nose to mine, and then he tilts my world on its axis by whispering, “That’s my good girl.”
Good girl?If my panties were wet before, they’re soaked now.
Leaning back, Ledger nods to Mark and Melody. Placing his hand on top of mine again, he gently starts caressing my breast, alternating between a desperate kneading and almost painful pinching of my nipple. I realize I’m watching Mark do the same to Melody, and when Ledger switches our hands to give my other breast some much-needed relief, Mark’s hands switch too.
Oh my God. Mark’s hands are doing to Melody what my own hands are doing to me. Except she gets to rub herself all over Mark’s cock, while I sit here humping the air like the horny, inexperienced girl I am.
Before I can even continue down this rabbit hole of negative thoughts, Ledger notices that I’ve realized what’s going on.
“Do you see them, Angel? They’re our avatars for the evening. Whatever you do to yourself with your perfectlittle hands, Mark will do to Melody with his mouth or his hands…or his cock.”
I make eye contact with Melody and let out a ragged breath that ends in a moan I couldn’t stop if I tried. For some reason, this seems to push her over the edge, and as Mark continues to twist her nipples in the same way I am mine, she comes again, her entire body tensing with what I assume is pain along with her pleasure.
Ledger grunts behind me as I tense myself, my hips lifting again off his to seek any pleasure I can find.
“Do you wish I were touching you right now?”
I can barely manage a whimper and a frantic nod.
“Do you want me to tell you what I would do to you so you can use those sweet little hands to bring yourself some relief?”
This question strikes me as wrong, and I shake my head. That’s not what I want. I want his fingers inside me, his mouth on me, his cock and his cum inside me…A light smack on my outer thigh brings me out of this spiral and back to the present. I find that both of my hands are now on my nipples, petting, tugging, pinching at a much rougher pace than before because…oh my God, Ledger’s hands are over both of mine now, guiding them like I’m a puppet on a string.
His mouth is on my neck, and then again at my ear. “I’ll tell you anyway, sweet girl, because you need to know. You need to know what you’re getting yourself into with me. Because once you’re mine, and I’ve tasted you and been the first one to sink into that perfect virgin cunt, you’re going to be stuck with me for life because I’m never letting you go. You need to hear exactly what I’m going to do to you so you’ll know to run now if you want to.”
“Please. Pleasepleaseplease.”
I really don’t know what I’m even asking for at this point. I think my brain, subconsciously, understands that I’ll take whatever Ledger wants to give me.
“First, Angel, I’m utterly tired of seeing my tits covered in my presence. When we’re at home, these are going to be out for my enjoyment all the time.”
He unties the halter of my dress, letting my breasts fall free, then brings my hand to his mouth and spits on my fingers before bringing them back down to begin teasing my taut nipples. Movement catches my eye across the room, and I see Mark spit on his own hand before continuing to mimic my movements.God, I wish Ledger’s hand was on me instead. It’s so much bigger and warmer and rougher than mine, and I need…
Smack.
My head jerks from where it was resting, lying back on Ledger, shocked to see that Mark has gone rogue and given one of Melody’s breasts a hard slap. As I watch, he does it again, twice in quick succession. She moans and grinds even harder against his dick, which looks almost painfully erect.
Ledger stops his constant up and down suckling of my neck, and I feel him smirk against me. “I think Mark got a little impatient there. What do you think? Should we indulge him?”
“Whatever you want, please…please.”
At this point, I’m whiny, whimpering, wet, and thinking so hard about how to convince Ledger to put his dick inside me that I almost miss him picking up my forearm and directing my own hand to slap the absolute crap out of my boob. I shriek, trying to shrink back from the pain, only to find myself blocked by the same hard body that’s been keeping me in place.I’m rationalizing the pain and trying to regulate my breathing when four more hits follow, all to the same place. I’m drawing in a breath to scream when Ledger places our joined hands, wet again with his saliva, onto my reddening nipple to soothe the burn. It hurts—damn, it hurts—but as he brings our hands to my other nipple to continue tugging and pinching, I realize I feel an emptiness I’ve never felt before deep in my core.
I still don’t have anything to grind against, and I’m out of my mind with this bereft feeling that I can’t understand. Ican’tneed anything inside me, not when I’m very used to life without it. I’ve made it twenty years. But I have to touch, and before I can overthink like usual, I reach down toward my clit. Mark reaches for Melody’s, and her pleading gaze wouldalmostconvince me not to put her sensitive flesh through any more torture if I wasn’t so convinced I would die without touch right this second. Just as I go to move my thong to the side and touch myself where I know I like it, Ledger’s hand on mine halts its progress.
“Wait a minute, Angel. You haven’t let me finish telling you my story yet.”
I’m going to die via spontaneous combustion. It’s going to be on the news.God, everyone will know I died at a sex club. Unless spontaneous combustion burns hot enough to melt teeth too, and then maybe I could avoid identification via dental records?
Smack.
