Caleb settled at Nott’s side, kissing her briefly before pulling back to look at the impressive array of bite marks running down her neck and across her shoulder. Damn, Fjord had really gone to town – and she had enjoyed it, judging by the noise.
Honestly, this experiment had not only lasted longer than Caleb had expected, but was also giving him some incredibly useful information about both of his partners.
‘Fjord, do you want Caleb to fuck you?’ Nott asked – she must have seen Caleb getting lost in his own head. At Fjord’s enthusiastic agreement, Caleb made an effort to focus back on the situation, moving to begin preparing him.
As quickly as usual, Fjord settled onto his hands and knees and insisted he was ready. With a glance over to Nott (who was watching them closely with two fingers tucked inside herself, and seemed quite happy to remain that way), Caleb got into position and began to push inside.
--
Fjord loved it when Caleb fucked him. When Fjord was the giver, he always dragged out the prep, made sure Caleb felt nothing but pleasure. But the tender stretch when Caleb forced his way into Fjord’s oh-so-willing body was its own kind of pleasure, one that made Fjord’s eyes roll back in his head.
Silence, broken only by moans and grunts and the soft sound of Caleb’s hips on Fjord’s ass, reigned for some time. Caleb had come twice already – this could take some time. Fjord, similarly, rarely came more than once, although if Nott started giving orders again…
Following that thought, Fjord lifted his head to see Nott still masturbating languidly, her eyes moving over him and Caleb. With a tilt of his head, he invited her over, and she shifted closer, running a finger down the muscles in his bicep as he held himself up.
‘Stronger than you look,’ she said, appreciation in her tone. ‘Could you hold yourself up with one hand and finger me with the other?’
Fjord thought quickly – unfortunately, the answer was almost certainly no. However, there were other things he could do. He stuck out his tongue.
--
Fjord’s tongue was his only answer to Nott’s question, and she let a wide smile slip onto her face even as she slid her body into position underneath his head, tucking a pillow behind her own shoulders so she could look up and see Caleb.
Their eyes met as Fjord’s mouth sank onto her cunt, and Caleb began to move faster, clearly getting close to his third orgasm of the night. Nott, meanwhile, was rapidly approaching her fifth. Apparently, Jester had not in fact been exaggerating about Fjord’s skills in this area.
Nott came with a squeal, hands tangled in Fjord’s hair – and moments later, she saw Caleb’s face twist as he followed her, emptying himself inside Fjord. Nott pushed Fjord’s head away gently, and took stock of the situation. Caleb, needing a few minutes to recover. Fjord, face wet and dick hard. Herself, open and loose and still riding a high.
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Fill: Push and Pull 7/8
Date: 2019-08-17 03:19 pm (UTC)Caleb settled at Nott’s side, kissing her briefly before pulling back to look at the impressive array of bite marks running down her neck and across her shoulder. Damn, Fjord had really gone to town – and she had enjoyed it, judging by the noise.
Honestly, this experiment had not only lasted longer than Caleb had expected, but was also giving him some incredibly useful information about both of his partners.
‘Fjord, do you want Caleb to fuck you?’ Nott asked – she must have seen Caleb getting lost in his own head. At Fjord’s enthusiastic agreement, Caleb made an effort to focus back on the situation, moving to begin preparing him.
As quickly as usual, Fjord settled onto his hands and knees and insisted he was ready. With a glance over to Nott (who was watching them closely with two fingers tucked inside herself, and seemed quite happy to remain that way), Caleb got into position and began to push inside.
--
Fjord loved it when Caleb fucked him. When Fjord was the giver, he always dragged out the prep, made sure Caleb felt nothing but pleasure. But the tender stretch when Caleb forced his way into Fjord’s oh-so-willing body was its own kind of pleasure, one that made Fjord’s eyes roll back in his head.
Silence, broken only by moans and grunts and the soft sound of Caleb’s hips on Fjord’s ass, reigned for some time. Caleb had come twice already – this could take some time. Fjord, similarly, rarely came more than once, although if Nott started giving orders again…
Following that thought, Fjord lifted his head to see Nott still masturbating languidly, her eyes moving over him and Caleb. With a tilt of his head, he invited her over, and she shifted closer, running a finger down the muscles in his bicep as he held himself up.
‘Stronger than you look,’ she said, appreciation in her tone. ‘Could you hold yourself up with one hand and finger me with the other?’
Fjord thought quickly – unfortunately, the answer was almost certainly no. However, there were other things he could do. He stuck out his tongue.
--
Fjord’s tongue was his only answer to Nott’s question, and she let a wide smile slip onto her face even as she slid her body into position underneath his head, tucking a pillow behind her own shoulders so she could look up and see Caleb.
Their eyes met as Fjord’s mouth sank onto her cunt, and Caleb began to move faster, clearly getting close to his third orgasm of the night. Nott, meanwhile, was rapidly approaching her fifth. Apparently, Jester had not in fact been exaggerating about Fjord’s skills in this area.
Nott came with a squeal, hands tangled in Fjord’s hair – and moments later, she saw Caleb’s face twist as he followed her, emptying himself inside Fjord. Nott pushed Fjord’s head away gently, and took stock of the situation. Caleb, needing a few minutes to recover. Fjord, face wet and dick hard. Herself, open and loose and still riding a high.
‘Fuck me, Fjord,’ she said.