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It’s a command, and I’ve never heard Vinny say anything to Sterling that he takes as an order. This time though, he all but collapses onto the couch, his legs wide as he leans forward with his elbows on his knees and watches us.
I moan again, Vinny’s fingers at my clit again but they are teasing, coaxing my orgasm forward with measured movements. “Give him a show to remember, darling.”
It’s said too quietly for Sterling to hear, but my eyes roll back at the command. Vinny is always in control, and I like that he guides me so my brain doesn’t have to think of anything. My back arches at his words, the orgasm that’s teased me this entire time rocking through me like this is exactly what it was waiting for.
His fingers stay at my clit, helping me ride through the orgasm as I shake. I half turn my attention back to Sterling, and he’s on the couch stroking himself over the pants. His cheeks have turned red, and there’s some mix of embarrassment and shame on his face.
I’ve never once asked him, but maybe groups are new to him.
I whimper as Vinny keeps fucking me, and when I feel him slam deeper into me, his other hand digging into my hip to hold me in place as he grunts, I know he’s finished too. I flexmy hands on his shoulders as I keep rocking, slightly cocking my head towards the couch. I’m not sure he can even tell what I’m doing.
Still, he leans in to speak into my ear. “Your call, Trauma. Sit on the chair if you’re all done, or sit on your knees and coax him to cum.”
I moan and nod, Vinny pulling back after a few more strokes. He slowly eases himself out of me, my body sore from my ass to my knees from keeping my legs wrapped around him.
He sets me down on the floor until I’m steady, the shirt falling into place again. My gaze drifts back to Sterling, who is doing his best to not look like he’s trying to palm himself over his pants.
There’s something… innocent, and maybe a tiny bit scared about him. I like it a little too much, and shoot Vinny a smile before I walk over. I could make this quick, but I take my time staring him down as I cross the rooms.
And just like Vinny instructed, I kneel between Sterling’s legs when I reach him, crossing my arms. His eyes widen as he looks between us, like he’s still expecting one of us to tell him this is a joke. “Show me.”
He clears his throat, that cute reddish tint returning to his cheeks. “Show you?”
I nod. “Your cock. Pull it out. Nothing to be shy about if you just watched us fuck.”
He looks between us again. “I don’t get involved with victims or families.”
“A little late for that,” I tell him with a laugh. “You could’ve walked out. You came inside instead. Now let’s see your cock. I’m betting it’s weeping with need.”
His eyes darken, and I feel Vinny behind me. His hand comes down on my shoulder, squeezing it, before I feel his touch shift to play with my hair, beginning to work through thetangles. Sterling wets his lips and watches, and I wait for his next denial.
Instead, he clears his throat and adjusts on the couch, finally going for his zipper. I stay where I am, watching with bated breath, and Vinny stays quiet behind him. Sterling’s eyes lift and he stares over my head. I really wonder what my husband’s expression tells him.
Then his cock is free, appearing from the fabric, and I rock back on my heels as I adjust to watch.
A grin pulls at my lips. “A piercing.”
“Several,” Vinny agrees, his fingers moving to massage my neck. “Seven?”
“Eight,” Sterling replies, his voice hoarse. I don’t move to help, watching as he strokes the swollen length of his cock, each of the silver piercings reminding me of the ones in my cheeks. I widen my legs, sinking down to sit more comfortably on my knees, and lift my hands so they rest palm up on either of my thighs. He watches on but doesn’t seem to understand.
“Keep going and if Jo feels generous she might help you avoid a mess,” he says with a chuckle. “It’s a submissive’s pose, Sterling. Come around more often and you’ll be familiar with it.”
His eyes dart between the two of us, and I lick my lips as he strokes himself. This is so different than anything we’ve ever done with another partner, and there’s something exciting about watching him struggle to please us. He’s still wearing his suit, but I can see the way the veins in his hands bulge and the strain in his wrists as he works himself.
“Tell her when you’re close,” Vinny demands behind me, and I realize I got lost in thought while watching him. I’m not sure if seconds or minutes passed, but falling into the daze of subspace right now is pleasant.
Vinny taps my shoulder, and I turn to look at him. “Do you want to help, Trauma?”
I don’t even have to think about it, nodding my head. “Yes, Husband.”
He nods and leans back pushing all of my hair out of my face so nothing is in the way. I keep my focus on Sterling as he strokes himself and eye the piercings, appreciating his secret. “Are you going to cum, Agent?”
“God, yes,” he grunts.
Grinning, I stick out my tongue, getting close to his head. “If you miss, I won’t help you clean up. But you can aim for my tongue.”
He nods in return, his pupils dilated as he focuses on me. My hands fist against my knees, and I’m not sure if I want to touch him or him to touch me. This is a test for all three of us.