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He kneaded his fingers in Samuel’s buttocks. “Your safe word is yoga,” he rasped. He slammed home.
“Oh!” Samuel groaned. He threw back his head, his eyes squeezed tight. His attention was on Nelson and the burning cock in his ass.
Nelson smiled as Samuel clenched the sheets in white-knuckled fists.
Worry colored Kimberly’s face.
“He can end this at any time,” Nelson gasped. Though Nelson knew he’d reached his own limit; he couldn’t hold out much longer.
Kimberly’s expression was serious as she grabbed a pillow and placed it under Samuel.
“Come here, Kimberly,” Nelson instructed. She knelt up and shuffled over to him.
“Feed me.”
She hefted one of her breasts and brought it to Nelson’s mouth. The skin pebbled under his tongue. She slipped a finger between her legs and rubbed her clit.
He was fast reaching the point of no return. The beginnings of an intense orgasm took hold of his balls in a fiery grip, and Samuel shook underneath him. He didn’t want to accidentally hurt Kimberly, so he pulled back. She flopped onto the bed, her legs open. She separated her outer lips with one hand, revealing her tiny clit, pinkish and swollen. She ran the index finger of her other hand over the excited nub, her body so wet that her finger slipped easily over her folds.
“Fuck!” Nelson growled. The man underneath him was pushing back, meeting his thrusts enthusiastically even though it had to be hurting him.
Samuel, suffering for Nelson’s pleasure, and Kimberly so overcome with desire that she was wantonly playing with herself… She came, her luscious body writhing on Nelson’s sheets.
Nelson pumped furiously, emptying everything inside him into Samuel’s welcoming, willing ass. Even after the orgasm released him from its tyrannical throes, Nelson kept moving. Only when he was too soft to stay inside did he allow himself to rest.
He was suddenly exhausted. He bent and gently kissed Samuel’s neck. “Did I hurt you?”
“Yes.” Samuel’s voice was full of wonder and gratitude. He buried his face in the pillow and sighed. The sheets were wet; Samuel had come during their rough sex.
“Good.” With a groan, Nelson pulled himself free of the tight, warm hole. Kimberly was already reaching for the container of towelettes, and she handed him a few.
Nelson fell onto the bed beside the other two. “And how are you, Kimberly?”
“You can’t tell?”
“I always check,” Nelson said seriously. “Always.”
“Oh. I’m great. That was seriously the best sex I’ve ever had.” She frowned and turned toward him, throwing an arm over Samuel’s shoulder. Nelson couldn’t help but notice that Samuel flinched at her touch. Kimberly frowned and pulled her hand away.
“Why do you always check?” she asked.
Nelson tried to prop his head on an arm, but he was too tired, so he just flopped on his back. “I dated this one couple… they were really into the BDSM scene, but they didn’t like to use safe words. So even though we agreed on one, apparently they decided, unbeknownst to me, to never use it.” He rolled his eyes at the memory. Better to act like it wasn’t a big deal than to let on how terrifying the reality had been.
Samuel turned his head and stared at Nelson with those big, innocent blue eyes. His curly hair was an absolute mess. Nelson wished he could take a photo.
“So what happened?” Samuel asked.
“Things went too far. I knew it was happening, deep down, but I was into it, and they didn’t try to end the scene. The next day I got an email from the woman.” Loria was her name. He closed his eyes briefly against the memory. “She blamed me. Even though she hadn’t used her safe word and had known that she wouldn’t, it was my fault.”
Kimberly scoffed. “That’s insane.”
“I should have stopped.” He cleared his throat. “In any event, I’m very careful now.”
Kimberly sat up, and her glossy dark hair tumbled around her shoulders. “How much did you hold back tonight?” There was a tinge of eagerness in her voice.
Normally, Nelson would have been excited by this proof that she’d enjoyed the mild BDSM aspects of their evening, but remembering Loria and Wally had killed the buzz a little. “A lot,” he admitted.
“How much? What would you have done?”
