It was so beautiful, so utterly staggering it made her heart hurt.
Martin ripped his mouth away and stared at Ricky’s lips. Then he dove in again, his hand tangled in Ricky’s hair as he licked around Ricky’s open mouth, curling his tongue into the corners and the undersides of Ricky’s lips.
She stopped breathing as it dawned on her. Martin was lapping her come from Ricky’s face.
Martin leaned back, his gaze unfocused. “Fuck, she tastes…”
“Like resurrection.”
Her heart fainted. Then it hammered anew as she watched them stare at each other. The penetrating glares, stiff necks, and swollen need between their legs… The passing seconds hardened and condensed between them.
They weren’t finished.
She silently willed them to fall into each other and fuck until they passed out. But she didn’t say a word, didn’t move a muscle, afraid she would break the spell.
“Let me touch you.” Ricky looked down at Martin’s strained briefs. “Let me send you into ecstasy.”
“Tula.” Martin held Ricky’s gaze as he said to her, “Lie on your back and spread your legs.”Ricky’s pulse thundered in his ears as Tula moved into position.
With her thighs open and tits heaving, she lay like an erotic buffet spread out before him. He was five seconds from blowing a load in his boxers.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” His gaze raked over her sensual body, making her shiver. “Can’t wait to bury my cock in your cunt.”
“Kneel between her legs.” Martin smacked Ricky’s ass so hard his breath cut off.
His lips pulled back, releasing a groan of pain, and his entire body tensed to spin around and punch Martin in the face. But he didn’t.
A sense of peace stole over him as he obeyed. And there was something else. Hunger. It raised his body temperature, accelerated his breaths, and blazed more blood to his cock.
His erection strained harder, taller, tenting his boxers and producing a wet spot at the crest.
Martin moved in behind him and curled a hand around his rigid length.
Fuck, he would never get used to the feel of that fist on his cock. He’d dreamed about it for so long it didn’t seem real.
Martin swiped his thumb over the crown, rubbing the slippery wet spot as he bit and licked along Ricky’s nape.
“Don’t stop.” Ricky dropped the weight of his head forward and groaned.
The sharp bite of teeth sank into the juncture between his shoulder and neck. Maddening pain gnawed through the muscle there, stabbing so hard and deep he was certain Martin drew blood.
The agony centered him, and his balls tightened in anticipation.
Beneath his bent position, Tula’s jaw dropped an inch, her eyes wide and glistening. “You’re hurting him.”
“Shhh.” Ricky slid his palm between her breasts, holding her to the mattress. “I like it. We both do. But Martin would never force you into edge play.”
“If you think I’m playing…” Martin grabbed Ricky’s nuts. “You don’t know me at all.”
That fist clenched viciously, squeezing without mercy. Black spots strobed across Ricky’s vision, and his stomach twisted with nauseating pain.
“Are you man enough to make me scream?” Ricky choked out.
“I’m mean enough to make sure you can’t.” Martin released Ricky’s testicles and cuffed his throat, instantly cutting off his airway.
Cruel fingers tightened without care, digging into his vulnerable esophagus as if intending to yank it out.
“You’re scaring me.” Tula’s face paled. “Let him go.” She jackknifed upward and pulled uselessly at Martin’s arm. “He can’t breathe!”
“I didn’t tell you to move.” The chilling calmness in Martin’s voice made her freeze.
Martin’s other hand imprisoned Ricky’s cock, stroking him ruthlessly, vigorously toward orgasm. He tried to shake his head, to tell her he wanted this, but he had no voice, no air, and no power to move.
She clutched her throat, her eyes watering as she looked down at Martin’s pumping fist.
The urgency to come had never felt so terrifyingly pleasurable, and she must’ve seen that in Ricky’s expression because she dropped back on the bed, her gaze lasering on his cock.
Martin’s fingers loosened on Ricky’s neck, allowing him to drag delicious gulps of air into his lungs. The instant he could breathe without choking, the hand cinched again, strangling his next inhale.
Tula watched with lust-filled eyes as Martin jerked Ricky off, stroking him expertly toward release. Right as Ricky reached the pinnacle, Martin stopped. The vise of his hand squeezed beneath the head of Ricky’s cock and stifled the orgasm, causing Ricky’s body to shake uncontrollably.
And so it went. Martin tortured him for an eternity, bringing him to the edge of climax, asphyxiating him to the brink of unconsciousness. Then he paused, gave Ricky air, and started again.
Each time grew rougher, harder, and more reckless until Martin started to go too far. Ricky felt a real fear of death beneath the hand on his throat. Midway between desire and unconsciousness, self-preservation kicked in, and he started to fight.