“You are such a good girl.” Stellan kissed her once more before he disappeared into the bathroom.
Why hearing him say that brought her so much pleasure was beyond her, but it was the truth, and Blythe realized she never wanted it to end.
Chapter Sixteen
Blythe rested her head on Dietrich’s chest and closed her eyes. Exhaustion settled in her bones, and she inhaled deeply. His hardness could be felt beneath her ass, and she shifted. He tightened his hand on her tender hip to still her.
“Shhh, relax.” The rhythmic stroking of his hand going through her hair had her doing exactly what he said. “You make me happy.”
It was a bit strange hearing him say those words but comforting and welcome in the same breath.
“Come on.” He lifted her easily into his arms and strode to the bed. After laying her on it, he stripped out of his suit.
To think all of what just happened had been done while he still wore a three-piece suit. The play of his muscles under the lighting as he peeled away each layer had her body heating all over again. The soreness between her thighs was overshadowed by the steady pulse of blood flowing to her clit and nipples.
Just like Stellan, he was big: wide shoulders, defined pecs, narrow waist, and a six-pack. The V of muscle that led to his groin was impossibly defined and was like an inverted triangle pointing to his incredibly hard, thick, and long cock.
For several long moments, he did nothing but stand at the foot of the bed and stare down at her body. He ran his eyes up and down her nude form, focusing on her tits and pussy.
“Spread your thighs.” Blythe slowly parted her legs and felt heat rush to her face when the lips of her pussy parted, allowing him to see her inner labia.
She knew she was wet, could feel the slickness of it coat her.
“Touch your clit. Rub it until I tell you to stop.” Letting out a breath, her pussy tingled as blood rushed to the area in question.
She was so sensitive from the pounding Stellan had given her, but seeing the lust come from Dietrich as he watched her play with herself had every cell in her body coming alive once again. Letting her fingers coast down her belly, she stopped at her clit and rubbed the small nub.
Blythe jerked in response at the sensitivity the action caused within her. Her pussy ached from the rough fucking Stellan had given her, but renewed warmth grew in her belly, causing a fluttering of butterflies to settle inside of her.
Back and forth, over and over, she rubbed her clit, all the while watching Dietrich. Aside from the subtle change in his breathing, he showed no reaction as he kept his gaze trained on her cunt. His cock was hard and jutted out from a trimmed thatch of dark blond hair at his groin.
Surprisingly, another orgasm built inside of her. With the visual of Dietrich naked in front of her and her quickly moving fingers over her clit, she would explode at any minute. Sweat beaded along her body, and she lifted her hips unabashedly.
Stellan stepped behind Dietrich but kept his body only partially visible. Dietrich said something low to Stellan, and her mouth went dry as he reached around and gripped Dietrich’s cock. He started moving his hand up and down the length with slow, languid strokes.
“Please, Mr. Moore.” She strained her neck, and her legs shook. She wanted to stop touching herself, but then again, she didn’t. It felt too good. “I need to come. Please, let me come.” She lifted her eyes to Dietrich’s and let out a breath when he slowly grinned.
“You’ll come when I’m buried in your ass.” He moved forward, and Stellan dropped his hand. Looking over Dietrich’s shoulder, she saw Stellan fully hard again.
Stellan moved onto the bed and gripped her hip, pulling her to the side and forcing her to straddle his lean waist. He had already put another condom on, so he wasted no time pushing back into her pussy.
A strangled groan left her as he tunneled his way into her sore, yet sopping wet pussy. For several long seconds, he pumped in and out of her but seemed to sense when she was close to climaxing because he’d ease off and give her a moment to breathe through it. Dietrich reached around, gripped her wrists, and brought them behind her back.
Stellan started pumping into her once more but kept his movements slow and easy. Her wrists were bound with something soft, perhaps silk? Dietrich’s tie came to mind, or maybe it was Stellan’s. With her hands successfully restrained behind her back, she was at the mercy of these two men.
A heavy hand landed on the center of her back and pushed her slightly forward. Stellan gripped her waist to keep her steady. Beads of perspiration dotted his forehead as he stared into her eyes.