by Fawkes, Sara
“Perfect.”
Oh Shit.
Chapter Twelve – Wade
Connor passes the crop to Wade and I wriggle my ass some more against my heels watching with
trepidation as Wade stalks toward me. “I bet you wish you were blindfolded now, don’t you?”
I shake my head, slowly. Miracle of miracles, Wade smiles. It’s not a full smile, it’s only a half-
smile, but it’s the second time he’s smiled since Connor’s arrived. Interesting. It’s like Connor takes
the edge off Wade.
He nudges my hip with the tongue of the crop. “Hands and knees, sweetheart.”
I move into position, slowly, giving my pussy and the butt plug one more little nudge with my
heel.
Snap!
“Ah!” I arch at the sharp sting on my right hip.
“Good. Now I’ve got your attention. Con, kneel in front of her on the bed. Undo your fly.”
Connor climbs up onto the bed in front of me, his face flushed, his chest only inches from me. I
can’t help myself. While he undoes his button fly, I reach for the smooth flesh of his chest, stroking
his warm skin, marveling that something so soft and warm can cover something so powerful. I’m
repaid for my insolence with a swift snap to my left buttock.
“Tessa, don’t touch unless I tell you. Do you understand?”
I nod, my mouth salivating at the sight of Connor’s cock, rigid in his hand. Oh, God. My pussy
tingles with need as I regard Connor’s impressive length, all the while, aware of Wade behind me,
looking at my ass, the butt plug, my rosy cunt.
“Take him in your mouth.”
I’m already reaching for Connor’s hips, pulling him towards me when I hear the whistle of the
crop before it connects with the upper part of my left thigh. I lurch forward, my head bumping against
Connor’s stomach.
“No touching, Ms. Savage.”
Connor tilts my face up. “You okay, sweets?”
“Mmm,” I moan. “Kiss me.”
Connor complies and his kiss is sweet. So, so sweet.
Snap!
My body convulses at the sharpness of the sting.
“Did I say you could kiss him?”
“No.”
“Do you defy me because you want this?” Wade asks, raggedly, snapping at the lower curve of my
right buttock.
I can’t answer, I’m too absorbed by the man in front of me, his kisses, his chest, his beautifully
erect cock, all mine. Combine that with the man behind me, who must be eyeing my ass and my
twitching cunt as he spreads red kisses all over my bottom, breathing more and more unevenly with
each blow.
“Answer me!”
I nod before I find my voice. “Yes.” I moan. “Please don’t stop.”
“Goddamn,” Wade bites out.
I fully expect another onslaught of cracks against my flesh, but nothing happens. No one moves.
All three of us remain as we are as if posing for an artist in some erotic tableau, breathing heavily,
waiting for Wade to direct us. I hear him walk away. I swivel around, afraid he’s leaving. But he isn’t,
he goes to a drawer and pulls out a line of condoms. Oh, yes! Please! He’s finally going to fuck me.
Yes, yes, yes!
Wade rips off two packets, slips one in his pocket and tosses the other to Connor. Then he looks at
me. “I’m just going to have to withhold punishment, until you do as I say. Understand?”
Shit. Wade’s not getting ready to fuck, he’s just drawing things out to torture me. Two days with
him and already he knows me so well.
“Answer me.”
“Yes...I think so.” I rub my thighs together, needing something to satisfy my excited clit, desperate
for Connor in my mouth and Wade behind me.
“Jesus,” Connor moans.
“Tessa Savage. If you don’t stop that right now, you won’t get either of us.” The crop on my lower
back moves gently now and somehow it’s more menacing than the swift snap of the tongue. “No
sucking, no fucking.”
No, no, no. I stop. It’s not easy, but I manage.
“That’s better. Now, turn around. Face Connor.”
I do, but my God, it’s hard to move without wriggling my ass or rubbing my thighs together. The
crop strokes the line of my spine, up and down, tenderly, like it’s a feather or some other soft toy, not
meant to cause pain.
“You’re going to suck Connor the same way you sucked me. Nice and deep. Okay?” The crop
pauses at the top of my ass, as if it’s the one speaking, waiting for my answer.
“Okay,” I say, licking my lips, preparing myself for Connor.
Connor reaches for the back of my head as he moves toward me. I smell the musky, male scent of
him before he comes in contact with my lips and I reach for him first with my tongue.
“Fucking hell,” Connor sighs when my tongue sweeps across the tip of his head, licking off the
droplet of moisture beading there.
With my hands free, I play with Connor’s cock, like he’s an ice cream cone, melting on a summer
day, licking up one side of him and another, sucking on just the head of him, circling him with my
tongue. I expect the sting of the crop but I don’t get it.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Connor’s grip tightens in my hair.
“Take him all the way in, Tess,” Wade commands.
It’s not until I’ve tilted my head back and practically unhinged my jaw, taking Connor all the way
to the back of my throat that the unexpected bite of the crop on my lower cheek pitches me forward,
forcing Connor’s cock deeper than I thought possible.
I hold onto his pockets, anchoring myself so he can pump into my mouth while Wade spreads
angry little red marks from my upper thighs to my lower back. The combination of Connor in my
mouth, of barely being able to breathe, of a burning ass and the sound of intense male arousal is
enough to make my whole body quiver in preparation for orgasm.
I try to stave it off. I try to hold it in and prolong the pleasure, but one single sharp sting to my
most sensitive, most vulnerable place sends me tumbling into the abyss of blissful, excruciating
pleasure. I tear my mouth away, needing to gulp air into my lungs to quench the searing fire that
encompasses me. I’m barely aware of the release of pressure in my ass until a new and more exquisite
pressure fills me.
Wade’s grip tightens on my hips as he ploughs into my ass from behind. Just when I thought I’d
reached the height of my orgasm, Wade takes me higher, sending me flying into parts unknown where
the lights are brighter, the sounds are deafening and the sensations are overwhelming. I can’t breathe.
Connor tries to get me to take his cock in my mouth again, but I can’t do it. I’m on the verge of
hyperventilation and I need to use my mouth to drink mouthfuls of air.
I’m vaguely aware that Connor’s gotten off the bed. I feel the loss of his warmth and his scent. But
I don’t focus on his absence because Wade is behind me, losing control inside me, fucking me with
long, hard powerful strokes. With one hand I reach to my pussy, jamming my fingers inside, needing
something for my flesh to convulse around.
“Fuck,” Wade groans, ramming me hard and holding me fast. He pumps with short bursts, deep in
my ass and then withdraws completely.
“No!” I look behind me to where Wade was half a second ago he’s moved to the side of the bed
and I recogn
ize the wolf in him, staring down at me with utter possession. Conner stands next to him,
flushed and slick with sweat. He’s completely naked now, rolling a condom along his glorious length.
“On your back,” Wade growls.
Gratefully, I collapse onto my back, keeping my hand on my pussy, riding out the pulsing
sensation with my fingers.
“Spread your legs, Tess.” Wade moves closer, gliding his hand up and down his cock while he
devours me with his gaze. He snatches my hand away and leans down to suck my fingers. Once he’s
done, he says, “Fuck her, Con. Fuck that greedy little cunt of hers.”
Connor doesn’t need any more encouragement from Wade. But, as he positions himself on his
knees between my parted legs, he looks at me and asks softly, “Sweet thing?”
“Baby,” I moan, petting my pussy in encouragement. “Please. Yes, please.”
He groans as he inches closer, slipping his hands beneath my butt, raising my hips so that my slick
entrance is in line with his gorgeous erection. “I’d go slow,” he murmurs, thrusting while
simultaneously pulling me to him, “except that’s not how I like it.” He grimaces as he sinks inside of
me. “I don’t think you like it that way either.”
I shake my head in reply.
“Fuck, Tess,” Connor groans, withdrawing and plunging again, picking up the pace, thrusting hard
while yanking on my hips, withdrawing and pushing me away. “The way your pussy milks my cock is
so...” he thrusts again, harder. “...fucking...” withdrawing all the way, he slams into me with one sure
stroke, “...good.”
I writhe within his grasp, unable to speak, unable to do anything but gyrate against him and fist my
hands in the blanket. I roll my head back and forth in ecstasy as he moves with long sure strokes,
sinking his cock into the deepest part of me only to pull out before diving back in.
Wade remains beside the bed, watching us fuck while he pumps his cock hard and fast. He’s
removed the condom and it’s an amazing sight. His body is as rigid as the cock in his hand, his
expression so stern, so intense. While I have my head turned his way, his eyes never leave mine and
the raw desire in his gaze rekindles the blaze inside of me.
“Hands above your head, Tess,” he says, the control in his voice at odds with the speed of his hand
on his shaft.
I unclasp my fists from the comforter and move my arms above my head, forcing my body into a
taut bow.
“Spread those legs wide, baby. As wide as you can.”
I do as Wade asks. Connor helps by pressing against my knees. It’s such an incredible sight,
Connor between my open thighs, his face red and flushed, his eyes closed, his dark curls damp across
his forehead as he uses all that vibrant energy to fill me again and again and again. I roll my head to
the side, to Wade. His intense gaze is on Connor, watching him as he fucks me, his hand moving in
sync with Connor’s thrusts, stroke for stroke.
For a very brief moment, there’s a stillness inside of me. A rightness. This is where I’m meant to
be, right here, right now, with these two incredible men. Fucking. Loving. Being.
“Shit, baby,” Connor grunts, his movement becoming erratic. “Oh, God, baby. I’m going to come.
I need to fucking come.”
Miraculously, his harried pace increases and his balls slap at my open thighs as his face contorts
into an expression of delicious agony. With hazy vision, I glance up at Wade who’s wearing an
identical expression, his hand moving lightning fast along the length of his shaft. Stepping closer to
the bed, Wade lifts one leg, placing a foot on the mattress until he’s hovering over me.
Oh hell yes. It’s the idea of what’s about to happen, not the act, that sends me back over the edge
into paradise. This time, it’s not a fire that consumes me, it’s a ten thousand volt electric shot that
shoots through me, contracting every single muscle with one jolt of extreme pleasure.
Connor holds my hips fast, burying himself to the hilt while he fills the condom deep inside of me.
I force myself to keep my eyes open. I need to see Wade’s face as he spills on me. He pants, laboring
to control his need. I see the moment he gives in, the moment he loses it all. His eyes shut and his
breath hitches in his throat as his whole body contracts with imminent release. His ejaculate doesn’t
spill, it streams, shooting hot and creamy all over my chest and stomach, covering me with the
essence of his masculinity.
Dipping my fingers in his sweet warm cum, I spread it over me, painting myself in his scent.
Maybe it’s a primitive response this thing I’m compelled to do in order to let those around me know
that I belong to this virile male. I’m his. Completely.
“Damn girl,” Connor sighs, gently pulling out of me. He moves slowly off the bed, grimacing as
he removes the condom. After disposing of it, he comes to lie by my side, stroking my hair and my
face. “You are something else, you know that?”
“Mmm,” I breathe, eyes closed. Body utterly spent.
Wade returns from the bathroom with a warm damp cloth and wipes my body from neck to mound,
cleaning up his seed with gentle, loving strokes. “How are you?” he whispers, genuine concern in his
deep voice.
“I’m good,” I say. “I’m so good.” I pat the spot on the other side of me. “Come lie down.”
At first I think he’s going to refuse, but gentleman Wade is back in possession of his body and he
stretches out beside me, caressing my side from shoulders to hips. “We didn’t...hurt you, did we?”
My head lolls from side to side, my eyes closed because it is way too much effort to keep them
open. “No,” I say softly. “You didn’t hurt me at all. That was wonderful.”
Leaning over, Wade kisses me softly. Then Connor does. While the men continue to pet me, I slip
peacefully into oblivion, feeling special and cared for and completely and utterly satisfied.
Chapter Thirteen - Wade
This time when I wake up, I know exactly where I am. I’m in Wade’s enormous bed, sandwiched
between two of the most amazing men I’ve ever met. I stretch, reaching for the men on either side of
me, but there’s nothing—or no one—there. Sitting up, I look around. It’s still dark and the clock radio
reads five seventeen.
Then I hear a noise. A grunt or a groan, followed by a crash. What the hell? I’m still naked as I
crawl out of bed and tiptoe towards the sound. Wade’s bathroom door is closed but there’s a line of
light along the bottom. Someone’s in there.
I hear something that sounds like slapping then a moan. No, two moans.
What the hell? Tell me they aren’t fighting in the bathroom.
I try the knob, it’s unlocked, and quietly open the door a crack, just enough so I can peek in. What
I see makes my breath catch in my throat. I should walk away. Leave. But, I can’t. My nipples harden
as if suddenly cold. One hand goes to cover my open mouth while the other slides down to fondle my
startled pussy.
I stare at the men like I’m really seeing them for the first time and I’m reminded of a conversation
I had with a girl named Ilsa who I’d met at a bar in Berlin. She laughed at me when I was surprised to
find out that her two best friends, Thomas and Henrik, were gay.
“You have no gay-dar, do you?”
“Not r
eally,” I said.
“You know why that is?”
“No. Tell me?” I remember leaning forward, intensely interested in what she was going to say
because this wasn’t the first time I’d missed the signs. I always thought it was because I never cared
what others’ did in their bedrooms. Yet I’d been baffled by others’ ability to pick up people’s sexual
orientation so easily.
“It’s because you’re pansexual.”
“Pansexual? That’s a thing?”
“Yes.”
“What does that mean?”
“You see everyone, males and females, as potential lovers. You’re not straight, you’re not gay,
you’re not even bi. You’re pan.”
“Pan, huh?” I considered her words. “Yeah,” I said. “I like that.”
“I thought you would.” She slid a hand up my bare leg, beneath my skirt. “Now, spread your legs,
Tessie, because I am dying to touch.”
How could I miss it? The way the men finish each other’s sentences. The way Connor knows
intimate things about Wade’s sex life. The concern in Wade’s voice when Connor stupidly risked his
life by flipping over the bull. Now that I see what I’m seeing, my God! It’s so obvious.
And, so hot.
There is something so erotic about watching men fuck. I’ve always thought so. There’s a sort of
restrained violence to male/male copulation that must speak to me on some primal level. Watching
Wade fuck Connor as he’s bent over the bathroom vanity is the hottest thing I can imagine. His ass is
taut and virile as he thrusts, the veins along the muscles of his arms throb as he grips Connor’s hips,
not holding back, not restraining one bit of his wolfish nature.
Seriously hot.
I glance into the mirror because I long to see Connor’s expression, but it’s Wade’s face I see. His
eyes on mine. Intense. Passionate. Masculine. He grimaces and increases the tempo of his long,
powerful strokes. Biting his lip, he growls, “Come on in, baby. No sense spying.”
I move out from behind the door and approach cautiously, like the animal in Wade might turn his
ferocity on me. I can’t stop myself from touching. I have to feel the power in Wade’s ass as he
plunges in and out. I need to feel the taut muscles of his thighs, caress the soft sac of his balls.
There’s lube on the counter. I open it and squirt some into my hands, rubbing them together to
