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It’s more fun that way.
As my fingers graze my nipple, I pinch it hard, gritting my teeth together as I drop my head back and groan. I don’t want the fuckers to know that their fuck fest is keeping me awake. They clearly already knew it would before starting.
The hand on my cock smears the pre-cum beginning to slide down it, using it as lube. I love pain, but less friction will keep me from coming too soon. Grunting, my fingers leave my nipple to wrap around my throat.
Lyrica loved to choke me during sex, and would ride me with her hands around my throat. Fuck, she was my match in every way when it came to sex.
Tightening my hand to close off my airway, I continue to stroke my cock. At first it’s lazily as I listen to Mav fucking his pretty little bottom. My pace speeds up as my ears begin to ring as my lungs begin to beg for air.
Ignoring it, my eyes roll as my balls start to tighten. Goddamn, I love the rush, the high of seeing if I can come before I pass out.
I have only passed out twice, waking up later to find that I came after my air ran out, and I was covered in quickly drying cum. I’m a kinky asshole.
“That’s it, baby. I control your orgasm. It’s fucking mine,” Mav growls. It may as well be a shout with how well I can hear him. I can’t tell volume control as well when I’m in the middle of a choke and wank. “I’m gonna fill your ass now. Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.”
Shuddering, I can’t hold out anymore as I explode. Ropes of cum hit my abs and chest, my release making my eyesight start to darken. Wait…
That’s my hand. Releasing my throat, I gasp in a breath as I continue to stroke my dick as I drain my balls.
“Fuck,” I rasp, aftershocks still rolling through me. I’m quite the mess. I should get up, but continue to lay on the bed until the black dots racing across my vision stop. It would suck to fall and have to interrupt Mav and Atlas midfuck.
Swallowing hard, I finally sit up, content when the room no longer swims. While I won’t be catching a cat nap, I do feel much better. I need a shower, though.
Getting up, I whistle to myself as I push my boxers off my body, leaving them on the ground as I step out of them. Opening the door, I smirk as I listen to Mav talk Atlas through his orgasm. Yep, I’m almost convinced that Altas is gagged right now.
I can’t pass judgment, nor would I ever. At least I get first dibs on the shower. Walking into the bathroom, I wince as I feel the cum drying on my skin. Turning on the water, I climb in, not minding the sting of cold water as I pick up my body wash and clean my body.
I really hope this girl can sing. No bullshit, I love playing the drums, losing myself in the music. I crave the feel of the lights, the sound of the crowd, all of it fuels me. I’ve had month-long hiatuses between gigs as one tour ends and the next begins, and it’s never bothered me because I had the guarantee I would play again.
Frowning, I pour some shampoo into my hand before massaging it into my hair and scalp. I could make the water warmer, but Mav, Altas, and I haven’t really slept since we arrived back in the States.
I’ve been awake for at least three days straight, and really would have loved a nap. I’m forty-two and the oldest of theseassholes, though not by much. I need some beauty sleep. Since I’m not going to get it, I’ll shock my body into thinking the stinging, freezing water drops are my salvation from sleep.
Once done, I shut off the water and dry off.
“You about done in there?” Atlas asks, knocking. His voice sounds rough, and I smirk imagining the way he must have grunted and screamed his pleasure out around the gag. Some guys have all the luck.
“Just drying off,” I respond, doing just that. Deftly tying the towel around my waist, I stride around him after opening the door. “Thanks for the mood mission. I didn’t have that nap after all.”
Mav snorts as he leans against the wall, watching Atlas disappear into the bathroom hungrily. “Do you need coffee or something old man?” he teases me.
“Nah, I think my cock cage will keep me awake as long as this chick’s hot,” I tell him with a shrug. As my dick swells, the bite of it will be delicious.
Mav looks at me for a moment before a slow, vicious smile curls over his face. “Did you decide to run her off then?” he asks.
“No, we need the wench. Instead, we’ll see what she’s made of. If she can’t handle me at my best behavior, she won’t be able to handle me at my most psychotic.” I shrug. “Do you truly expect me to be good the entire time she’s with us?”
“That’s asking for too much,” he agrees. “Alright, if you don’t need me, I’m going to go save water with Atlas. Don’t dismember your cock there, alright?”
Snorting, I enter my room, dropping the towel to give him an eyeful of my ass before shutting the door behind me. Deciding to not wear underwear, I find the cock cage and fasten it around my dick. The trouble I have with these is that I still get hard, so I find that I enjoy the bite of pain when I wear them.
While others wear them to give complete control over their body to someone else, I haven’t found anyone that I want to do that with. Not even Lyrica.
Blowing out a breath, I pull on a soft pair of leather pants, tucking myself carefully in as I zip them up. There’s something sexy as fuck about wearing these. Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment, but I love the way they feel along my skin. I’ve also found that the weather cools off in late August in Vermont.
It can go from summer to fall the moment the sun goes down. It’s bizarre. It does remind me of England in that sense, though, so it’s not so bad. Typically, I’d just wear a mesh shirt with this, but they’re a bit stuffy in Vermont. They have a thing against nipples I think.
Rolling my eyes at the thought, I compromise with a tank top that shows off the music related ink that curls up my arms. We’re meeting in a bar, this should work fine. A quick brush and style to my blond hair, I call it good. I finish the outfit off with black socks and combat boots. This is about as normal as I get.
