Inhibitions had been abandoned the moment Joseph had ordered Noemi’s panties off, and I let my mouth run. “Do you like eating my girlfriend’s pussy as much as I do?”
She moaned. Not like she could really answer. Joseph’s hands were braced on her hips and he was giving it to her. Rough, and fast, and she struggled to keep pleasing Ruby as her body recoiled from his deva
stating thrusts.
Ruby groaned. Her fingers were digging under her ass, trying to find my dick. She wanted to touch me. Was it the sensation of another woman going down on her? The restraint of her hands behind her back? Or the people fucking right in front of us that turned her on so much?
I wanted her to touch me. I wanted to put my mouth on her tits, but this position made everything impossible. Had Joseph put us like this to torture me, or save me? I probably wouldn’t last a minute if Ruby had full access to my dick.
“How does it feel, Ruby?” I asked. “Do you like it?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
The moans of the women echoed in the space, occasionally overpowered by the sound of hard bodies smacking together, or a deep groan from Joseph. I started to get envious. I wasn’t sure how much more teasing I could take, but as soon as I had the thought to slip out from under Ruby, it died.
A tremble swept up her legs, and she swallowed down a big gulp of air. Her signal that her orgasm was arriving. I squeezed harder on my grip on her elbows, reminding her of my presence and my dominance. Noemi might be the one to bring her to orgasm, but I was the one allowing it.
“Oh,” Ruby cried. “Yes. Fuck yes, right there.”
There was a shift in the room. Everyone now sensed her approaching orgasm, and I’d swear Noemi redoubled her efforts. Joseph rained down words of encouragement to his fiancée. I sat up straight, bringing my lips to the base of Ruby’s neck, and whispered how fucking dirty she was.
How much I loved it, and her.
Ruby came first with a loud cry, which was more like a scream.
Noemi let loose a panicked moan, and Joseph’s expression hardened with what seemed to be concentration. “All of it, Noemi. You give my cock every goddamn second of your orgasm.”
She seemed to set him off. It was an orchestra of groans and gasps, moans and sighs as they jerked and spasmed through their release. Noemi’s head rested on my knee, still gripping my leg as she tried to recover.
Joseph’s curious eyes watched Ruby, not that I could blame him. Her epic orgasms always made me want to stop and enjoy the spectacular show. She shook violently from head to toe, flinching with aftershocks, and sometimes I was envious of her. How much pleasure was coursing through her body right now? I wanted to experience that, but watching her go through it was the next best thing.
I dropped my grip, released my hold on her panties, and curled my arms around her. I loved holding her like this. Her hair smelled faintly like fruit, and goosebumps pebbled on her soft skin as I pressed my lips to the side of her neck.
Slowly, the electricity in the room subsided, one ragged breath at a time.
There was rustling as Joseph did up his pants and helped Noemi to her feet. The blindfold fell to the floor beside her feet.
“Bring me a towel, please,” Joseph said quietly to her, breaking the spell of silence. Noemi’s heels clicked away toward the bathroom. The door shut with a soft thump, and the sound of water running in the sink was heard.
Ruby slid sideways off my lap, and I had to gnash my teeth as she did it. My cock was hard and angry, begging for satisfaction. When she was seated beside me, her hand resting over my zipper, I noticed the strange way Joseph was looking at her. Like he was considering something.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Are her orgasms always like that? So . . . violent?”
The carefully selected word wasn’t wrong. “Yeah.”
His dark eyebrows pulled together. “How comfortable would you be if I touched Ruby?”
I didn’t understand. We’d gone over limits, and . . . “I thought she already gave you permission.”
He stood and loomed over us, but his expression was serious. “She did.”
He reached for her, tracing his fingertips along her cheekbone until he cupped her face in his palm. There was a hint of tension in her, and I wasn’t exactly sure what to make of his touch. It almost would have been better if he’d touched her in a sexual way. His fingers on her face were . . . intimate.
When Noemi returned from the bathroom, a white bath towel clutched in her hands, Joseph’s thumb brushed over Ruby’s lips.
“Open.”