Profit & Lace: A Dark MMF Romance

by Abby Angel

  This is absolute torture. The sweetest kind there is. He knows I want him desperately, that both my mind and body are boiling with desire, but he won’t bend to my whims; he keeps moving his finger up and down my body, his tongue softly darting between my lips as I struggle to keep control. I’m already grabbing at the sheets, my hands balling into fists as I do my best to keep still.

  “Don’t move,” he says, almost as if he could feel the inner struggle raging inside of me. “Don’t make me tie you up… Because I will.” My insides clench at his words, and I wonder how good it would be to have both hands and feet tied up, my naked body his to use as he pleases… I’m growing wetter by the second, my thong feeling sticky as it hugs my soaked pussy.

  He starts to stroke my skin with his finger, gently caressing the patch of skin between my breasts. I’m aching for him to grab them, to squeeze them firmly under his hands… But he keeps teasing me, circling the base of my breasts in the most torturous way, never going over the curve that leads to my nipples.

  “Please,” I mutter. I’m on the verge of begging now. Oh, I know it’s coming, but the wait has me knee deep in the insanity of lust. My nipples are aching, the hard rosy tips screaming inwardly for release. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to restrain myself. I’m tugging at the sheets as harshly as I can, bunching them up in my hands as my body squirms.

  “Please? Begging already?” he asks me, and I can picture the wicked grin I know he has on his delicious lips. “What is it that you want so much?”

  “I…” I start, but I have no idea on how to finish the sentence. What do I want? Where do I even start, and is ‘I want it all’ a valid answer? Because I do want it all. I want to feel his lips wrapped around my nipples, his tongue and fingers on my pussy, his cock over my tongue and then sliding down my pussy. I want everything, and I want it now.

  “You… I want you. All of you,” I finally manage to say, the words falling off of my lips like the most genuine thing I have ever uttered.

  “I’m right here,” he says, slowly moving his fingertip over the curve of my right breast. “You already have me.” His finger hikes all the way up, stopping just before it touches my nipple. I sigh again, almost delirious as he starts to trace slow tortuous circles around my hard tip.

  “I bet no one ever made you come like this,” Lance continues, his finger inching closer to my nipple. His words sound like a promise, one wrapped in sin and lust, one that I can’t wait to see fulfilled. “One touch and you’ll be gone. Moaning. Begging for more.”

  “I want that… I want it so much.” The words leave my mouth in a hurry, my voice quivering as if I were already moaning, and that’s probably because I’m really close to doing it. My muscles are tense, and it’s getting harder and harder to breathe. I can’t focus or think clearly, desire brimming in my mind and pushing out everything else. I’m on a cliff of ecstasy, my feet dangling over the edge… All I need is a push; it doesn’t matter how small.

  “Do you?” he asks me, moving his lips down my neck.

  “I do!” I say, my voice pregnant with urgency. “I do! Please.”

  It happens in half a heartbeat. He wraps his lips around one nipple, pinching the other one between his fingers. He does it harshly, the sudden harshness contrasting with the gentle torture of his teasing.

  It was the push I needed. I tumble over the edge. There’s thunder and lightning, and there’s fire and chaos—all I know is that my mind has exploded. Fire consumes my body before I can even process all of it.

  “Oh God…” I moan. “Oh God!” My back is arched, my spine electrified by the high voltage ecstasy running through it. Self-restraint goes out the window and I let go of the sheets, holding Lance’s head with both of my hands, pressing him down and making him suck on my nipple as hard as he can. He obliges, lapping at it with his tongue and pinching my other nipple even more harshly.

  My mouth is open wide as I try to breathe, my mind still reeling from the sudden orgasm. Christ, how was this even possible? To come like this… I’m the older one here. I should be the one holding the bag of surprises, not him! And still, in the brashness of his youth, Lance is the one teaching me new tricks. I’m not complaining; it’s fun to be a student at my age, especially when the classroom is located between the sheets.

  “You were right…” I say, sighing, “No one has ever made me come like this.”

  “I know… But what did I tell you about keeping still?” He snaps back, moving fast and grabbing me by the wrists. He pins my arms against the bed, and I bite my lower lip as he does it. “You didn’t do what I told you to.”

  “I didn’t…” And now I can’t wait for his punishment. “What are you going to do about it?” Silence is his only reply. I hear him get out of the bed and walk across the room, stopping for a short while as he looks for something in his bags. Then he returns back to the bed, grabbing my wrists and pulling my arms over my head.

  “This is what I’m going to do about it,” he tells me, roping another tie around my right wrist and tying it to the bedpost. He goes around the bed and does the same with my other arm. When he’s done, I tug against the fabric, testing his knots. My pussy clenches as I realize I’m not getting out of this unless he wants me to. I’m at his mercy… And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  “Is this it? You’re just going to tie me to the bed…?” I tease him, tugging on the ties again, playfully trying to free myself. The more I pull, the tighter his knots become.

  “What do you think?” He climbs on top of the bed again, and I feel his weight sinking onto the mattress right between my legs. With his hands on my knees, he forces me to spread my legs wide; I can almost sense his hungry eyes on my pussy, his fingers eager to peel the thong off of my body. “You’re all tied up, almost naked… I can do whatever I want now.”

  “Whatever you want,” I repeat after him, my pussy so wet that my fluids start to drip down my inner thighs. He leans over me, laying his lips on my stomach, and then slides them down to the hem of my thong; there, he moves his tongue across the line separating fabric from skin, his hands softly resting on my outer thighs. I’d give anything to look at him right now, to see the hunger and desire in his eyes as he draws closer to my drenched pussy… Somehow, though, being deprived of my vision makes it all better. I’m forced to rely on my other senses, all of them working overtime to amplify every little thing he’s doing to me. Without the crutch of sight, imagination runs wild and free.

  “I can’t wait to taste you,” he continues, his tongue now moving down from my waist to my inner thigh, slowly tracing the line of my groin. I start to lift my ass up from the mattress, trying to have his mouth on my pussy, but he simply grabs me by the waist and presses me down. “I can’t wait to tear this thong off…” Ignoring my outburst, he moves his thong to my outer groin. “To run my tongue over your pussy…” Christ, if he continues saying these things, I’m going to come again before he even has the chance to take my thong off.

  He bites on the hem of my thong and starts to pull it down slowly, using only his mouth to do it. I bite on my bottom lip, squirming as I feel the fabric sliding down my legs, the cool air of the room lapping at my wetness.

  The moment the thong comes off, he places both of his hands on my ankles and runs them all the way up to my waist, leaning over me as he does it. I can imagine him looking down at my pussy, licking his lips as he prepares to devour me… But instead of going for it right away, he starts kissing my inner thighs, his lips seductively brushing against my skin.

  Forgetting that I’m tied up, I try and reach for his head, eager to force his mouth against my pussy. But all I manage to do is move my arms just a few inches, the wooden sound of the posts echoing through the room.

  “Whatever I want, remember?” he says, his words caressing my naked skin on their way to my ears. “You have no other choice.” God, I just want to grab his head and push him down as I thrust, to feel his mouth against my wetness, his tongue over my cl
it… But he’s right; I’m his for him to do whatever he wants. There's no other choice but to submit.

  “I need it, Lance… Please,” I moan, swaying my hips. He lays one forearm across my waist, keeping me down.

  “You’re in luck…” He inches his tongue closer to my pussy. “Because what you want … is what I want too.” He reaches for me with his tongue, tenderly brushing it between my folds and circling my clit. He does it two, three times, and then he dives into me, his open mouth fitting against my pussy.

  Even though he’s still holding me down, I can’t help but try and thrust, wanting to feel the sweet pressure of his mouth. He teased me slowly and gently, but now he’s using his tongue harshly, running it up and down my length as furiously as possible. His mouth is open wide, and as he sucks my folds in, I can’t help but let out a loud moan.

  “Oh, God…” I moan, rubbing my pussy against his mouth. Without warning, he uses his thumb to press down on my clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure there—not too much, not too little. Taking his forearm from my waist, he places his free hand under his chin, two of his fingers carefully parting my folds. I grit my teeth as I prepare for what’s about to happen, but I don’t even have the time to gasp. He slides his fingers in quickly, moving them into me in a hook motion and curling them upward until they meet that sinful spot deep in my pussy.

  Two fingers on my G-spot, his mouth on my folds, and his thumb on my clit, he’s leaving nothing to chance. I would thank him for it, but the only thing I can do with my mouth right now is moan as if I were at least a decade younger. Nothing better than a young man to make you feel alive again, that much is true.

  He keeps working me until I can’t take it anymore. My back is arched and my muscles are tensing up to the point of snapping. Feeling the waves of climax coming for me, Lance redoubles his efforts, licking me even more eagerly as he starts to rub my clit deftly.

  It hits me like thunder, pleasure exploding inside of me, blinding every single one of my senses. The fact that I can’t see makes it all so much better. All that my brain can process right now is pure unbridled ecstasy, the fast pace of my heart making it rage through my veins and boiling my blood.

  Lance allows me to wind down slowly, lapping at me with his tongue until the waves of climax start to subside. Once my brain starts to work properly again, he pulls back from me. I see him in my mind’s eye, my fluids dripping down his chin, and the desire to taste him too takes over me.

  “I want you,” I manage to get out between breaths, “In my mouth. Right now.” I’m not begging, nor am I commanding. I’m simply stating what’s going to happen. He probably sees that in my voice, because he climbs on top of me, placing each of his knees by my side. He leans in, and running his hands through my hair, reaches for the knot behind my head; undoing it, he pulls the tie out, the dim light of the room almost too strong for me.

  I squint my eyes as they adjust to the brightness, the lines of Lance’s body forming in front of me. He’s on top of me, kneeling and still dressed, and has that familiar wicked grin on his face.

  “Tell me, again,” he starts, “What do you want?”

  “Your cock … my mouth,” I say, whimpering, my eyes darting to his crotch. I can already see the shape of his erection pushing against his pants, tenting it as if his cock was about to rip through the fabric at any minute now.

  He takes both his hands to his belt, unbuckling it as my eyes follow each and every motion he makes. Pulling the belt out of its loop, he throws it to the floor and then starts unbuttoning his pants, undoing each button with a maddening slowness, fully knowing that I’m aching to have him inside of my mouth. He pulls his pants down to his knees, only his black boxer briefs standing in the way now.

  “Is this what you want?” he asks me, curling his fingers around his cock and over his boxers.

  “Yes… Yes,” I whimper again, my mouth feeling dry with anxiety. Christ, I don’t think I have ever wanted a man’s cock inside of my mouth this much. Hooking his fingers on the hem of his boxers, he pulls them down, allowing his cock to jump free and into sight. I lick my lips unconsciously, my eyes wandering over his thick veiny shaft, the tip already glistening with a hint of precum.

  He inches closer to me and grabs his cock, angling it down so that its tip is hovering right above my lips. I try and reach for it, but he moves it out of reach. Then, grinning, he slowly pushes his cock down, brushing his glans over my lips.

  “Is this it…?” he teases me, rubbing his tip against me, but still keeping it far enough away from me so that I'm not able to take it in my mouth.

  “More…” I simply groan, still trying to crane my neck. Obliging, he lets me place my lips around his glans, and I wrap them tight, cleaning it dry of his precum with the tip of my tongue. Inch by inch, he slowly feeds his cock into my mouth, his thick shaft rolling down between my lips. My eyelids droop by instinct, and I feel my whole body trembling as he pushes his cock toward the back of my throat. He holds it there for a brief moment, and then slides it back until only his tip is inside of me; repeating his motion, he starts to build a rhythm. It doesn’t take long for him to be thrusting fast and hard, filling me with his flesh as he fucks my tight eager mouth. “What you want, you get,” he whispers between hard breaths, tangling his fingers in my hair and holding my head in place.

  I suck and lick as if there was nothing more important than this in the whole world. Right now, only his cock and his pleasure matter to me. It’s a selfish feeling, really; his pleasure is my pleasure. And that’s the way it should be. Because we are one… And it feels so good to think it without feeling fear or shame. We are one.

  My eyes are still closed, so I don’t see it; I only feel him untying the knot that binds my right hand, freeing my arm. I lose no time. I reach for him at once, cupping his balls and rolling them over my fingers as he eases his pace. When he stops thrusting, I take the chance and start bobbing my head back and forth, not wanting to lose any momentum as he unties my other hand.

  Finally free, I start sucking him with redoubled effort, massaging his balls as I curl the fingers of my other hand around his shaft. Stroking him while I suck, I keep this pendulum motion for as long as I can, pushing through the pain in my neck. It doesn’t take long for his cock to start spasming inside of my mouth, and he grabs my head almost immediately, making me stop.

  “No…” he says, popping his cock out of my mouth. “Not yet. I want to cum only once…” He continues, locking eyes on me. “Because when I do it, I want to do it all over you… I want to see you covered in cum, head to toe.”

  “I can’t wait,” I reply, my heart skipping a beat at the thought. “But first I have to get you there.”

  “You do.”

  Grinning mischievously, I place my hands on the collar of his shirt and tug on it as violently as I can, forcing the buttons to pop out. I repeat the procedure until his shirt is completely ruined, his naked chiseled abs right in front of my face. Pushing the shirt down his arms, I let it fall on top of the mattress, not bothering to throw it out. Every second counts now, and I place the flat palm of my hands against his pectorals; I push him back and he goes down willingly, falling flat on his back.

  Moving like a cat in heat, I climb on top of him, tugging on his pants and boxers and pulling them off viciously.

  “Much better,” I purr, looking down at the gloriously naked young man underneath me. Skin on skin, I feel the heat between our bodies increasing. It won’t take much for us to reach the boiling point. I grab his cock, never taking my eyes off of his. Slightly raising my hips, I angle his shaft so that it’s pointing straight at my pussy; I go down, but I don’t go all the way. Much in the same way he teased me, I start rubbing his glans against my folds, torturing him.

  “Payback,” I tell him with a grin, threatening to slide his cock in but never actually doing it. He grins back at me, and I just know he means trouble.

  “Not really,” he says, placing his hands on my ass. “Remember
… I can do whatever I want,” and then he thrusts upward with no warning at all. I try and escape, but it’s impossible; he hooks his fingers on my buttocks and pushes me down, impaling me on his cock. I throw my head back and let out a violent scream, the sound shrill enough to break glass.

  He doesn’t even let me reel from the first impact. Thrusting violently, he starts to fuck me in such a way that I feel my nerve endings going numb, pleasure coating my mind and choking out every ounce of rationality that lives inside of me. I’m all lust and sin right now.

  One hand still on my ass, he takes the other one to my breasts, squeezing eagerly. I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my shoulders, and start to rock my hips, trying to match the fierceness of his movement. The sound of flesh on flesh starts to fill the room, blending with my moans and creating a melody of pleasure and delight.

  With the melody of our bodies guiding me, I let one hand run down my chest and I flatten it right above my pussy, reaching for my clit with the tip of my middle finger. Lance eases down then, laying back and succumbing to the sway of my hips. I ride him fast and hard, rubbing my clit at the same time.

  Losing all notion of time, I let the movement of our bodies build that sweet madness inside my muscles, coiling them and setting them up for release. I feel them cramping up, but I don’t care; I’m way past caring. Riding Lance into oblivion, I only stop when fireworks go off behind my eyelids.

  “Oh, fuck…” I moan, my pussy cramping up around his shaft as I come. I lean forward, my fingernails digging into his pectorals as I hiss through gritted teeth. I’m trembling and twitching, and I can’t even open my eyes; there’s really nothing I can do now but submit and let pleasure wash over me.

  Lance doesn’t afford me the luxury of waiting, though. His hands on my waist, he rolls me to the side without even taking his cock out of me. The moment he’s on top of my body, I’m still coming, my body barely able to respond.

  “Spread your legs. Wide,” he commands, my body reacting to the firm sound of his voice. I do more than just spread my legs, though; I lift them up, placing them over his shoulders as he leans into me. I want to curse, moan and hiss, but I just can’t. When he presses his body on top of mine, raising my legs with his shoulders, he drives his cock as deep as it has ever been inside of me. It hurts and it pleases… It drives me utterly and completely insane. And he’s not even moving yet.