Page 118 of Off the Rails

All I could do was open my mouth.

I didn’t know why I was so eager to follow their commands. Something about this room — the looming threat of the chains and ropes on the walls — and their undeniable authority was pushing me into their whims.

Nash slid her soaked fingers between my lips, letting my pleasure soak my tongue.

Once she crawled up next to my face, watching as my mouth wrapped around her fingers and pulled them to the back of my throat, Blade slipped between my thighs. Gripping my legs, she spread them for her hips. Her muscles strained, the abstract tattoos rippling along the contours of her body.

With her free hand, Nash reached between my folds and spread my lips for Blade’s cock.

In one assured thrust, Blade’s strap slipped inside me.

I moaned on Nash’s fingers, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I took Blade’s strap.

Nash’s gray eyes peered down at me, watching me closely as my hips bucked against Blade.

“She takes it so well.” Nash tensed her jaw before pulling her fingers from my mouth. The tip of her thumb dragged along my lips.

Dropping her sweatpants, Nash stood bare in front of me — barring the black sports bra over her chest.

Blade gripped my hips and, without pulling her strap from my center, turned my body to allow my head to dangle over the edge of the bed.

Just inches from Nash’s folds, Blade smirked. “Have a taste of her.”

Nash stepped forward, watching my eager face as she positioned her pussy over my face.

Sure, I’d hooked up with women before. But not enough to trust my talents. I couldn’t even remember if I’d ever eaten pussy before.

But I wanted to, wanted to taste her sweet pleasure on my tongue. Nash was holding back from me, waiting for her moment to take me. And this would be the closest she’d let me get for now.

I lifted my tongue to her folds, letting my tongue explore her lips.

A deep growl came from her chest as her head rolled back. “Fuck, baby.”

Slipping between her center, I searched for her clit. When I found it, the hard bead on the tip of my tongue, a moan escaped my lips and into her folds.

Between my legs, Blade fucked me harder. With each press inside, she grew more fevered — just like the night of our first Fright Night.

Even in my terror, I’d loved how desperate she was for me. She would have hunted me for days, weeks if it had been allowed, for just the hope of getting to fuck me.

Blade leaned over, letting her arms pin my body between them.

As I buried my face in Nash’s pussy, licking up her slick pleasure, I felt Blade’s thrusts pounding into my hips and ass. I let my hand reach for her biceps, grabbing the strong muscle and holding myself in place.

They were hard and bulging under her own weight, tensed from holding herself up.

“Fuck.” I whimpered into Nash’s folds as I let my tongue lower to her center. There, a pool of sweet excitement waited to be taken into my mouth. I lapped at it like I’d come out of a desert, desperate for just a taste.

Nash’s hand reached down and grabbed my tit through my bralette. Her grip firm, it was clear that she was just as needy for more as I was.

Her eyes were glued to Blade’s cock thrusting inside me, licking her lips as she took it all in.

Blade’s groans grew fevered as she commanded me, “grab my nipples.”

All I could do was nod, moving my hand from her stiff bicep to the hard peaks of her tits. I felt the cool metal of her piercings under my fingers, teasing them with my fingers as I took her deeper inside me.

Blade’s moans turned to growls, “Perfect fucking Trinket.” Moving one of her hands from the mattress to my hips, Blade gripped my flesh and pulled me further onto her strap.

Her jaw dropped as her body began to tremble, keeping her pace as she came.