'Fuck, princess... did daddy get you all warmed up for me, mmh?' Jay said, walking into the room with his hand already around his throbbing cock.
Colt smirked, pausing to pull his fingers out of me- I whined at the loss of contact
'Shh, baby, shh...' he touched my cheek softly as he turned to look at Jay-
'She's been such a good girl, sir.' Usually when he calls Jay sir, it's because he's submitting to him. This time though, it feels more like he's teasing me- almost as if he's speaking in the royal 'we'.
Jay grabs Colt's jaw gently, lowering himself to Colt's level in a squat.
He leans in and kisses him, and my heart melts-
God I love these two.
Jay pulls back, and Colt briefly tries to follow his lips, trying to continue the kiss, causing Jay to smirk and shake his head.
'Ah-ah-ah, careful, baby, I don't wanna have to punish you, mm?'
Colt blushes at the threat, chuckling as he takes a moment to breathe.
'Right. Yes...' he clears his throat. 'This sweet girl just came twice in a row on my fingers, didn't you, honey?'
I not and whine.
'Words' they say simultaneously- Colt placing a hand on my face as he says it, while Jay slaps me hard on the inside of my thigh. If that doesn't perfectly display their different approaches to dominance, I don't know what will.
Colt moves aside, making room for Jay to settle between my legs.
'Go sit behind her, babe.' Jay says, and Colt immediately moves to get behind me, lifting me so I am leaning my back against his chest.
'Good. Now let's see how you're doing, baby... oh fuck. Oh-ho-ho... you are... fucking... dripping.'
I whine, writhing slightly as he takes the wetness from my pussy and slowly presses it into my asshole.
'Colt- why don't you make our good little brat a little lightheaded...?'
Colt nods, wrapping a hand around my throat and gently squeezing either side of my neck to block the flow of blood to my brain causing- oh- a perfect dizzying sensation-
'Shh, that's a good girl.' Colt's voice is right beside my ear, the low rumble causing me to buck slightly into the pressure of Jay's thumb on my tight hole.
'Fuck- mm, I always forget how responsive you are to vocal stimuli, princess... Colt.' Jay looks at him, 'why don't you keep up the praise, hm?'
Colt smirks. 'I think I can handle that, sir...'
He bites the shell of my ear, humming softly at the small sound I make in protest.
'That's it- oh, good girl- taking it so... well... mmhm? Yeah? You like this? Hm?'
His words in my ear are so intoxicating and I can feel myself getting close before-
Jay slaps my pussy, hard.
'Ow!'
'Colt. Get her eyes on me. Now.'
My jaw is maneuvered to set my eyes on Jay's face.
'Quit trying to look away.'
I don't know what brings me to roll my eyes- maybe a self-destructive streak? But that's what I do.
'Oh, baby. You just earned yourself a punishment.' Jay says, the wicked gleam in his eyes letting you know that he isn't all that displeased with this outcome.
'Naelle?' He calls to the other room- oh shit.
The click- click- click of her heels and the smell of cigarettes announce her arrival.
She bends down, looking me straight in the eye, before taking a draw on her cigarette, and tapping my chin- a command, meaning open and inhale- before she blows the smoke directly into my lungs.'Mm. You are so pretty.' She says, looking down at my face as I begin to get dizzy from the nicotine.
'Hold it just a little longer.'
She walks away and goes into the closet- oh fuck. That's where they keep the toys.
'Breathe out now.' She calls, still picking out... whatever she's picking out.
'Mm... boys?' She calls, still inside the closet,
'Blindfold her, please. I like the element of surprise.'——————————
A/N uhhhhh hehe
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SMUT- just the four of us - (m/m/f/f)
RomanceA polyamorous smutty romance, ft. You: a lovable diva, singer of your band Jay: a Brooding, punk rock guitarist with a tendency to physicality Nayelle: a spontaneous alt chick with spunk Colt: a golden retriever type drummer. Also Your cat. Gato pe...