“Fuck!” I yell out as he fucks me slow, but hard and deep. “Oh… Fuck… That’s good… So good…” As he quickens his pace, I can’t help but take just the head of Thane’s cock into my mouth to suck him as Reid fucks me. I make sure I stop before he comes, but his moans fuel Reid and me both. He keeps bucking his hips, trying to get more, but he won’t beg yet. I know it will take a while before he does.
When Reid comes, he pulls out of me to intentionally drip his come onto Thane. He quickly picks me up and turns me around so he can put me back on the table. This time, I am in more control, so I can lower myself onto his mouth, moaning when he licks me. I wrap my arms around Reid’s neck and bury my face as Thane eats Reid’s come out of my pussy. It feels so damn good; I am nearly in tears.
I realize quickly that Thane has far too much control because he is intentionally edging me. I rock my hips to grind my pussy against his tongue, and moan.
“That’s it, Ayla. Use him like he uses you,” Reid encourages. “You’re so close, baby… That’s it…”
“Fuck, I’m coming. Oh my God,” I moan, my thighs shaking. Thane suddenly bites down on my clit and sucks so hard that my eyes roll, and I can’t help but rock my hips more, making pain shoot through my pussy. In doing so, my orgasm changes rapidly, and my arousal floods out and soaks Thane. He growls in what is clear delight as he drinks from me, content that he caused that.
“Good girl, Ayla,” Reid says, setting me on my feet.
“Holy hell,” I pant.
“Just an observation,” Reid says, lifting my chin and kissing me. “You are still submitting to him. He is still controlling you. Step it up a bit and take that control away. Punish him for topping when he should be submitting.”
“You could include me in you…” Thane starts to say.
“Shh,” I snap. “I want you to throat fuck him.”
Thane is dead silent, and that’s all I needed to hear. The silence is loud because if he didn’t want it, he’d speak up. In fact, they are both making it obvious that they want it.
“Saying nothing confirms it,” I say. “I’ll edge him until he says ‘red’ and then I want you to throat fuck him and make him swallow. Don’t be nice about it, but don’t make him vomit or anything.”
“And then?” Reid asks with a smirk.
“And then I’m going to make him come until he cries,” I say simply. “After that, we can rest until dinner. Instead of reading tonight, I will write my letter to Thane.”
“Okay,” he says, kissing me. “Anything you need from me?”
“Uh… Recommendations?” I ask. “I am realizing that I don’t know how to make a man come besides sucking him off. I’d like to be creative.”
“Reid, no. Don’t you fucking dare tell her…” Thane starts to say, but I put my hand over his mouth to shut him up.
“You were saying?” I ask.
“A milking machine,” Reid says. “Play with him for a minute, but then hook him up, and you get to just watch it all go down.”
“What is it?” I ask.
Reid turns and goes to a cabinet in the back corner of the room. He pulls this contraption out that looks like a vacuum almost, but the end is a transparent pocket pussy. It’s all hooked to a machine that he sits next to Thane. “This just goes on his cock. It mimics a blow job, but it’s more powerful. You know how milking a cow works, yes?”
“Yeah… Oh!” I say excitedly.
“Yes, so just make sure it stays lubricated. You can also stimulate the prostate to make the orgasms more intense.”
“So to edge him… Do I just… Reid, I can’t even give a hand job. I think I’m uncoordinated,” I laugh.
“Go pick out a lubricant from the shelf,” he laughs. “Pick a flavor, too.”
“I regret everything,” Thane deadpans.
“He’s totally going to kick my ass for helping you,” Reid laughs. I go to the shelf and choose a strawberry-flavored lubricant. When I return, Reid smiles. “Alright. Start playing with him, and I am going to get something.”
Reid walks away, and I drip lube onto the head of Thane’s cock, making it twitch. “Fucking brat. Both of you,” Thane groans when I slowly stroke him to spread it around.
“Alright,” Reid says.
“I fucking hate you,” Thane says to Reid, making him laugh.