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“Yes.” I inhaled, “I want to feel…” I gasped as my thighs vibrated, “I want to feel him so bad.” I shuddered. Alejandro fixed a loose strand of my hair, placing it behind my burning ears.
“Show me what it does to you.”
“What else could you possibly want from me?” I asked, still rubbing myself harder than ever before.
“Raise those fucking hips for me, I want to see that little pussy out of the water.”
It was easy to comply, my feet planted in the tub, anchored to stop my orgasm. I pressed my back further, allowing my navel to rise from the bubbles as my ass dripped with soapy, hot suds. I continued to rub myself like the filthy showgirl he made me feel like.
“Now, spread yourself for me.” He growled, “Pull those pretty lips apart and show me how swollen that little clit is.”
“Stop…” I hissed, “You’re so…”
“Filthy?” He grinned, “Yes, but just like you. Now you’re being shy on purpose, and you know how that provokes me. Even if I don’t say it, it makes me want to bend you over and fuck you rough. Now do as you’re told, and spread yourself like the good girl I know you are.”
I felt reluctant at first, but shutting my eyes helped. He wasn’t wrong, and I hated it, knowing that he wanted to see me on display was a sickening and naughty pleasure. Slowly, I pulled myself open for him, allowing the cold air to hit the warm leaky spot he begged to fill. The stretch alone was euphoric, a blooming display that buzzed with the pulse of rushing blood. I could feel myself clench, my pussy tightening for him, squeezing a visible contraction that would hug the girth of his cock if he were to slip it in.
“You’re so fucking tight, I could never fit myself inside you completely…” he warned, pressing my hips back down into the tub, “but that’s my job now, my pleasure, and my property. No one fucks you, but me.” He grunted through clenched teeth as the black rose above his knuckles disappeared beneath the water. His palm rubbed along my lips, teasing my opening with a promise of a plunging finger. “And no one makes you come but me.” He slipped himself deep inside, causing the warm bath water to spill over the edge of the tub. I gasped, clenching my stomach, bracing for how tight I felt around him.
“Stop.” I ordered, unable to control the building climax I felt. I wanted to come when Camilla did, I wanted to come with Parker, but Alejandro’s finger made it difficult to do so. My body was already on edge.
“I don’t stop till my good girl comes. Only when I lick it off my finger will I leave.” The speedy strides of his fingers inside me, quickened into an impossible desire to release me in the dirtiest of ways. Camilla and Parker both moaned, his guttural voice thick and chilling, leaving me to squirm.
“I can’t take it. I’m so fucking close it’s driving me mad.” I panted, biting my lip to silence my building release, the splash of my water far too loud, far too reckless and obvious. “Why do you want me?”
“I said it when we first met, you might not be what I want, but you're what I need. As if I had a choice. When I saw you, I had to fucking have you.” He slipped another finger inside, stretching me further than I ever felt before.
Why did he make me feel so dirty? The way he made me feel was complex, something I wasn’t able to pinpoint, especially now distracted only by the tingling knots that filled my core. He made me hot, angry, and sometimes—the worst of all—seen.
“Breathe with me,” he commanded. “I’ll count you down like my good girl, then you can come.” The rasp in his voice made me leak, my insides screaming, ready to burst. “Three.”
“I don't know if I can wait.” I begged.
“Don't you dare. Ride with me. Listen to your friend come, and know it’s me instead.” His face was so clear, so ripped with aggression. I could even smell the sweet cherry smoke from his skin, “Two.”
The pounding slaps next door increased, our speeds matched as the bed pounded against the wall. I bit my lip, each scream, each turgid thrust was Parker’s, but also Alejandro’s. He was inside me, stretching me, filling me up. “I can’t.”
“One,” he spat. “You’re almost there. Now suck your filthy fingers for me, show me how you’d suck my cock.” I did as I was told, sticking my free finger into my mouth, sucking hard, desperate to feel the imagined cum spilling down into my throat. I winced at the screams that made me want to fuck, arching my back, buckled with the pressure that tightened below my stomach. It was the inevitable crashing decent of a colossal orgasm.
“Faster, I can’t wait any longer…” I pulled my finger out of my mouth for a breath. I had to bury my face into my arm, clutching onto the rim of the tub, holding on as I stretched my legs. I couldn’t stop myself, reaching the peak with Camilla, indulgent of the thick hot cum that Parker likely spilled all over her stomach.
“Alejandro…” I whined.
“Come…” He demanded, his finger deep inside, curving into a naughty hook that sent me over the edge. “Fuck…” I cried, my legs pinched from the pressure, a mess that threatened to shoot out like a squirt of relief. I screamed into my arm, biting it till it burned. My insides were wrecked, completely exploded with hot cum that slipped passed my fingers and into the tub like a jetted cloud. I shivered, wet and loose like the little slut that Alejandro dared me to be. The good girl, the good whore.
“Say my name, make me proud.” He cooed.
“Alejandro…” I oozed again, feeling the depth of his fingers escape my body. He reached up, his fingers wet from my insides, slipping the taste of me between his lips. He sucked them.
“That’s my girl.” He hummed, “Coming when you're told. My good listener.” He winked and did as promised, fading away into the dark like swirling cherry smoke. My lungs burned as if running away, and in a way I tried. I wanted to escape Alejandro and his infuriating persistence. He was everything Claire warned me of, and yet, I was the one he wanted. I knew better, but my body didn’t. It frustrated me, and I couldn’t explain it.
There was so much to consider about tonight, but none of that was important as I soon began to scream.
It was Parker, he was here…
Immediately my ears rang, alerted as I looked up at the swinging door. “What the fuck, Park!” I shrilled, covering my body with bubbles. His hard muscles tensed at the sight of me, startled by the screech of my voice. He was caught off guard, and for a moment he stared.
“Fuck!” He shouted, the shock of my nude presence alerted his hands. He slammed the door shut, but it was too late. I saw all of Parker, his toned abs and flexing arms. He was dripping in sweat, with veins that popped from the work he just did. It was burned in my mind, the length of his cock, curved and erect. It glistened in a tight condom, Camilla’s wetness still visible at the tip which sat filled with white cum. He’d drained himself completely, almost bursting it at the brim.
