One-shots [𝓈𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓎]

𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 2 [part 3]

Mark pants heavily, his thick chest heaving up and down as he tries to catch his breath. He looks down at Coraline with a mix of satisfaction and amusement, his eyes glinting mischievously.

"Fuck... She rides like a fucking slut," he says, his voice tired yet tinged with a mocking laugh.

Coraline's cheeks flush, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal heating her skin. She can feel the weight of his gaze, as well as the lingering touches of Rish and Chase, who are still close, their hands gently caressing her body in the afterglow.

"Is that so?" Rish murmurs, his tone playful as he moves closer, his hand trailing down Coraline's arm. He leans in, his breath warm against her ear. "You did wonderfully, Coral."

Chase chuckles, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from Coraline's face. "I think she deserves some praise for keeping up with all of us."

Coraline's eyes flutter open, meeting Chase's gaze. The warmth and approval in his eyes make her heart skip a beat. "I... I tried," she says softly, her voice barely audible above the gentle lapping of the water.

Rish's hand moves to her chin, tilting her face up to meet his eyes. "You more than tried," he says, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "You were incredible."

Mark, still catching his breath, grins and leans back against the edge of the tub, the water sloshing gently around him. "She's got a lot of spirit," he remarks, his tone less mocking and more admiring now.

Chase's hands continue their gentle caresses, his touch both reassuring and intimate. He leans closer, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "How about you show us how grateful you are, Coral?"

Coraline's eyes widen slightly, her breath catching in her throat as she senses the shift in the atmosphere. Chase's hands move to her shoulders, guiding her gently but firmly to turn and face him. She glances at Rish and Mark, both of whom watch with a mixture of curiosity and approval.

"That's it," Chase murmurs, his hand trailing down to the back of her neck. "Just relax."

He stands, the water rippling around him, revealing his erection. Coraline's gaze follows the movement, her eyes widening as she takes in the sight of him. Chase's hand on her neck guides her closer, his grip firm but gentle.

"Open up for me," Chase commands softly, his voice a low, seductive growl.

Coraline's heart races as she parts her lips, her eyes locked on his. She leans forward, her hands resting on his thighs for support, and takes him into her mouth. Chase lets out a low groan, his head tilting back slightly as he feels the warmth of her mouth enveloping him.

"Good girl," he breathes, his hand gently guiding her movements. "Just like that."

Rish and Mark watch intently, their hands still lingering on Coraline's body, their touches both soothing and arousing. Rish's fingers trail down her back, his touch a continuous reminder of his presence. Mark's hand slides to her waist, his grip firm and reassuring.

Chase's other hand moves to her hair, tangling in the wet strands as he guides her rhythm. "You're doing so well," he murmurs, his voice strained with pleasure. "Keep going."

Coraline's eyes flutter closed as she focuses on pleasuring Chase, her movements growing more confident with each passing second. She can feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tighten and his breath quickens. The sounds of his pleasure, the soft groans and sighs, spur her on.

Mark's hand slides lower, caressing her thigh, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through her already heightened senses. Rish's fingers trace patterns on her back, his touch both comforting and electrifying.