Silas’s strokes were tentative. He was probably trying to find his new rhythm as he fucked us both simultaneously. Tara let loose a moan, telling me he was moving again with her, and then his tongue kicked into gear.
“Fuck,” I babbled again. “Oh my God, Silas.”
The wall was cold against my cheek, but everywhere else I was on fire. It wasn’t going to take me long. Silas’s rough hand was on my ass, and I jolted up off his lips as Tara’s mouth was there. I glanced back over my shoulder to see his other hand threaded through her hair, pushing her forward. He wanted her to use her mouth on me, too.
Would she? Was she as filthy as I was?
A tremble shuddered along my legs when I settled back down over him, and his tongue slid around my clit. I swallowed air, trying not to pant. Her warm breath hit my skin, and her long hair brushed the back of my legs, tickling slightly.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned.
Her hands were pulling me apart, and her tongue . . . It was wet, warm bliss, centered where it shouldn’t go. The pair of tongues pleasing me had the room spinning.
“So fucking dirty,” I mumbled, thinking out loud. “God, I love it, you dirty girl.”
Time seemed to slow. There was a symphony of moans as they worked my body, catapulting me right to the edge of orgasm. I gripped a handful of Silas’s long hair, not to control him, but to hold on. Another way to communicate how amazing it all felt.
“I’m gonna come,” I gasped. My heart thundered and my blood roared in my ears. Holy shit, was I going to come. “Oh my God, yes, yes . . .”
I fractured into a million pieces as the orgasm rushed through me. It was boiling hot, scalding and wonderful. The sensations washed one after another, filling me with pleasure I hadn’t had before, and it lasted a long, long time. I didn’t release my grip on him until my muscles began to work again.
My legs were wobbly as I climbed down onto the floor where I’d been. Silas wiped a hand over his mouth, and revealed a wicked smile beneath.
“Oh my God, that was amazing,” I whispered just before launching at him. I kissed him with complete abandon, and enjoyed swallowing his moans as Tara continued to fuck him. “I think we should make her come.”
Our gazes both went to her. She looked gorgeous, impaled on his thick cock, her hands palming her breasts.
“Please, Sir.”
Her soft begging did the trick. “You’ve earned it,” Silas said.
Delight lit up her face, and it grew into excitement as I resumed what I’d been doing before. My fingers fumbled on her nub of flesh that held the most pleasure. I wanted Silas and I to share her orgasm.
As I touched her, I watched him. I savored how his pecs looked covered with a thin sheen of sweat, and how his arms flexed to dictate her movements. And most of all, I stared at his deep, clear eyes that never strayed from mine.
She erupted in orgasm. A cry of ecstasy ripped from her, followed by magnificent convulsions. Tara seemed to be in the throes of an epic orgasm, and once again, I felt pleasure by proxy. I halfway owned this orgasm, so part of its pleasure was mine.
“Regan.” His dirty word was almost a command.
I helped Tara off of him, and grabbed the condom, pulling it off. I wanted nothing separating us when we came together. Silas exhaled loudly as I stroked down his length. Christ, he was hard.
“How do you want me?” I asked.
“Turn around. Tara’s going to go down on you while you’re fucking me.”
I scrambled on my knees, getting over him. The tip of his cock was positioned at my entrance, nudging and prodding. I couldn’t get him inside of me fast enough. “Oh,” I sighed, when it was done. I bit down on my bottom lip as I adjusted to his possession.
Silas’s fingers skated over my back. They traced patterns while he waited for a signal that I was ready to start moving. I leaned back, putting my hands on the floor and arching up to the ceiling, when his cock slowly pulled out and then thrust back in.
My eyes rolled back behind my closed eyelids, and an involuntary shiver slipped through me. His next thrust was deeper. Harder. I moaned a sound of twisted need.
Earlier tonight I’d been nervous about Tara’s offer once I’d accepted. What if Silas hadn’t wanted to? What if he’d wanted it too much? But he didn’t. He’d quieted every concern I’d had, and shame was nowhere to be found in this room. I could be exactly who I wanted to be, including the Domme I’d been fighting to suppress most of my life.
There were hands all over my body. His. Hers. My own. Whimpers poured from my lips as someone trailed fingers down over my navel, and further down to my slit. Tara’s delicate fingers found my clit and massaged, returning the action I’d given her.
“You’re going to taste her pussy,” Silas said, talking to her.
Tara was sitting on her knees. She tucked her hair behind her ears, leaned over me, and obeyed the command. It was an amplifier on my pleasure and brought me verging on overload.