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'M' is For: [Ch5] The Bite of Sugared Limes - Part 2
🕑 Added 2024-10-01 11:00:05 +0000 UTCKiara's mouth parted in an excited little 'O.' Todd raised his eyebrows, amused. I felt my heartbeat start to quicken.
"Yes, Ma'am," Thomas said.
We all watched as Thomas put down his plate of food and pushed back from the table. Slowly, his eyes on Missy, he stripped off his T-shirt. Then he undid the belt on his jeans and stepped out of them. He hesitated.
Todd, seated on Missy's other side, made a circular motion with his finger. Go on.
Thomas pushed down his boxers and, for the second time in two days, I found myself looking at Thomas's cock. Flaccid, it hung maybe four or five inches. But beneath our watching eyes, it twitched. Without a word, Thomas bent and picked up his clothes, dropping them into the chair nearby.
"That's better," Missy said. She patted his chair, and Thomas sat back down beside her. "Here, Tommy Boy..." She raised her own fork, laden with food, and Thomas obediently leaned forward and took a bite.
"What about the rest of us?" Kiara asked Missy. She smiled at her friend coyly. "Any suggestions?"
"Hmm..." Missy tapped her chin in mock thought and turned to Todd. "Todd, what do you think?"
"Well, beautiful, if you're feeling left out, you know I always like my ladies topless," Todd said with a cocky grin, taking a drink from his can of beer. The words were scarcely out of his mouth before Kiara, shameless exhibitionist that she was, began taking off her shirt and bra.
"There, much better," Kiara grinned, tossing her clothing aside with a little flick of her wrist.
James reached over and lightly pinched a breast. "I agree." Kiara giggled and swatted his hand away.
"Screw it, let's all take our tops off," Missy declared. "This is our vacation, isn't it?" She smiled at us all with such impish charm that it was impossible to refuse.
It was easy enough for James and Todd, who simply had to pull their shirts off over their heads. The rest of us had bras to manage. Danielle had just reached for her clasp when Missy darted over and, with a wicked smirk, unsnapped it for her, causing Danielle to squeal in mock outrage. Laughing, Missy fended off Danielle's retaliatory attacks as she removed her own shirt and bra. Left alone, I nevertheless took a little longer to find the clasp with my fumbling fingers. After a brief moment's hesitation, I let it fall to the floor. Soon we were sitting around the table, bare-chested and a little chilly in the cool air of the A/C.
The conversation resumed its course, but the energy in the room had changed. It seemed everyone was on the same page about not playing with their food, which I was grateful for, but I'd be damned if not every single person at that table wasn't thinking some very dirty thoughts just then. Missy, getting up for seconds, turned it into a bit of a show, tossing back her hair and swaying her hips as she walked up to the counter. Sliding back into her chair with her second plate, I watched her hand lightly brush Thomas's naked thigh.
After we'd finished eating, we moved to clear the table. It was hard not to let my eyes stray to Thomas, naked as sin, as he moved about the kitchen. Even with the rest of us shirtless, he stood out, his cock bouncing ridiculously between his legs as he moved. Todd tracked him across the room, like he couldn't quite bring himself to look away. Diversion, however, ultimately came in the form of Missy, who stopped in front of Todd.
"Are you feeling warm, or is it just me?" Missy asked, her voice dropping to a sultry purr.
Todd flashed her his dazzling white smile. "And what if I were? Do you have a solution in mind?"
Missy bent her head toward him, and they locked lips. I watched as they kissed passionately, tongues twining, hands pulling bare shoulders close. Todd's lips traced a path of kisses along Missy's jaw, down along her neck, to her breasts. He sucked on a nipple and Missy arched her back and gave a throaty moan.
"Hey, Missy," Todd said, tilting his face up. "What if I were to fuck you here and now?"
Missy laughed, delighted with the idea. She turned to look at Thomas, who was watching the pair of them. "You wouldn't feel left out, would you?"
"No, Ma'am," Thomas said quietly.
"Why don't we keep your mouth busy?" Missy said to Thomas. "I'd hate for you to get bored. Come here, love, give dear Todd a little taste to get him primed up." She looked coquettishly up at Todd. "You'd be game, right?"
"Yeah, fuck it," said Todd, gazing up at the taller man.
Thomas came forward. James and Kiara moved out of the way, James crossing the kitchen to help himself to a drink from the fridge. Thomas looked from Missy to Todd, an unspoken question in his eyes. Missy, eyes locked on his, gave a little nod.
Thomas sank to his bare knees. Todd undid the fly of his jeans and took out his cock. It was already starting to swell with the beginnings of an erection. A little bead of precum glimmered at its head.
Without another word, Thomas took Todd's cock in his mouth and began to suck.
"All the way, cuck," grunted Todd. The color was starting to rise in his tanned cheeks. We watched Thomas's throat swell as he obeyed, taking the man's shaft all the way into his mouth. He choked a little, and Todd grabbed a handful of Thomas's hair to steady him.
"Nice and easy, Todd," Missy said, watching them both, a gleam in her eye. She stroked Thomas's head with her fingers. "He is my precious boy, after all."
As Thomas licked and sucked, moving his head up and down Todd's cock, Todd's eyes took on a glazed, heavy-lidded look. Just as his fingers began to tighten in Thomas's hair, Missy was pushing the two of them apart.
"My turn," she whispered into Todd's ear. To Thomas, she said, "I've got a new order for you." She gestured to the rest of us standing around. "Why don't you see if anyone else wants to take advantage of that gorgeous mouth of yours?"
Thomas wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Yes, Ma'am."
As good as his word, Todd then did fuck Missy on the cleared kitchen table, pausing only to put on a condom and add some lube from the kit left out on the living room side table. Missy was loving it, arching her back and giving desperate little moans. Clearly, it was more for Thomas's benefit than Todd's. I could see her eyes flickering towards Thomas as he moved towards James, having received his marching orders.
James, however, put up a hand to stop Thomas. "Hey, I'm good, but thanks," James said. He jerked his head at Kiara as he took another swill of his beer. "See if Kiara wants anything."
Kiara did. Eagerly, she slipped off her threadbare mini-shorts and lace panties. James reached out and played with the end of one of her dark pigtails as Thomas knelt before her and got to work. He wasn't at it long, however, before Kiara was pushing him back.
"That's good, thanks Thomas," she said huskily, her dark lashes fluttering. "I don't want to come just yet." She glanced at James, and I could see that somewhere along the line, they had worked out plans of their own. "Why don't you give Mallory a little love?"
"Yes Ma'am," Thomas said.
As Kiara got up out of her chair, James took Kiara's hand and led her out of the kitchen toward the living room couches. Then he pulled her down, and the pair of them disappeared from sight. I could still hear Kiara's voice give a lusty "Oh, yeah, babe!"
I glanced at Danielle, who rolled her eyes after Kiara and then gave me a little wave. "Go on, I can wait."
"You, um, sure you're okay with this?" I asked Thomas uncertainly.
"Yeah," Thomas said. "Are you?"
I swallowed, feeling my nerves beginning to fray. "Um, yeah."
I unbuttoned my high-waisted shorts and slipped those and my cotton panties off. I sat down a little uneasily on the edge of the chair that Kiara had inhabited. With that, Thomas went down on me, and I experienced for the first time what it was like to be given oral by someone who actually knew what they were doing.
Never...never in my wildest fantasies would I have imagined having someone as insanely attractive as Thomas between my legs like this. No one I'd ever dated or hooked up with had been very keen to go down. My ex would have been offended by the mere suggestion. In fact, in my entire dating history, only one guy ever did—a skinny, pimply guy named Jake—and even then with the sort of resigned air that made the whole thing very awkward and distinctly unsexy.
But Thomas was comfortable between a naked woman's legs. Even though he was only here on his knees because Missy had ordered him, he was wholly focused on me, his dark eyes flickering upwards to my face to gauge my reaction and make sure that I was enjoying myself. And his tongue... It sent shivers through me, the way his tongue slowly explored the folds of my pussy, returning each time to give special care and attention to the knot of sensitive nerves at the top. Warmth spread through my body, culminating with renewed intensity where his tongue touched my delicate skin. I felt my breath tighten in my chest, and I gripped the seat of the chair for support.
Behind Thomas, Todd had picked up the pace and was noisily slamming his hardened cock into Missy. The table creaked and squeaked over the floor tiles. Missy, meanwhile, was the very picture of a woman on the cusp of an orgasm, moaning for all she was worth and tossing her head side to side. I was skeptical that Todd's graceless performance could possibly earn such a response, but Missy sure sold the hell out of it.
"Is this good?" Thomas asked me, drawing my attention back to him.
"Y-yeah," I said.
He picked up the pace, working his tongue steadily against my clit as his finger slipped into me. I bit my lip as he began to finger-fuck me with the same skill and intensity as he had Missy the previous night. Used as I was to my vibrators, I was surprised how effective the joint combination of his tongue and penetration was despite their slower rhythm. I closed my eyes, muscles tensing, hovering on the brink of my own orgasm...that never came.
Thomas was still working away at me, not yet realizing what was happening. It felt good to have him against me, his face pressed between my legs, his tongue stroking my pussy tirelessly, but already the promise of sexual fulfillment was fading away. I was falling back into my own skin, unable to shut out what was happening around me, or the inescapable feeling of being watched.
"I'm sorry," I muttered, straightening a little and gently pushing Thomas back. "I...I don't think this is going to work." Immediately, as my fingers touched the warm skin of his shoulder, he withdrew.
"Everything okay?" he asked me, his hands still braced on my thighs, his eyebrows knitted in concern.
"Yeah, everything's fine, really," I assured him. I could feel my face flushing with embarrassment and even shame. I ran my fingers through my hair. "It's just that I don't think I can come. Not right now. I'm really, really sorry."
Thomas gave me a reassuring squeeze before turning to Danielle. Danielle slid off the bar stool she'd been perched on. I wondered how much of the exchange between us she had overheard. She must have known we didn't finish. But all Danielle said to Thomas was, "My turn." She swung a leg up and over Thomas's bare shoulder, and he rose up to meet her. I looked away from them.
Meanwhile, Todd was cumming hard into Missy. He was bent over her, his forehead shiny with sweat and his face red with exertion, as he emitted low, stuttering grunts. Missy watched him with a distinct look of feline satisfaction as her fingers circled her own nipple. It didn't take long for them to wrap up: a few more moments, and Todd was pushing off, sliding off the condom with a satisfied grimace and heading off to dump it in the kitchen trash. Missy was straightening up, her legs dangling above the floor, her hands dropping to her slickened cunt.
That left Thomas and Danielle.
Relieved to be out of the spotlight, I watched with the others as Thomas pleasured Danielle. It was hard to catch sight of his face as he knelt at Danielle's feet, but his head rocked against her in a steady rhythm. He had one hand braced against her thigh while the other dipped in and out between her legs. Danielle had herself fully braced against the bar. Her dark hair slipped from her shoulders, creating a curtain around her flushed face. "Oh my god," Danielle said in a low voice, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the edge of the counter. "Oh my fucking god."
Danielle wasn't as showy as Missy or Kiara, but it was evident all the same when she came. Her shoulders tensed and her lips parted. She gave a sharp exhale, her thighs clenching around Thomas like a vise. And then she was straightening, pulling her leg back around from Thomas's head in one smooth motion. He leaned back, his lips pink and swollen from his work.
"Nice work, cuck," Todd said with a smirk. He came up next to where Missy stood watching and, drawing her into his arms, attempted to give her a sloppy kiss on the mouth. Thomas's expression darkened, and I could see Missy take notice. She gave Todd a little nudge and Todd, taking the hint, fell back a little sheepishly.
"Thomas." Missy made a little 'get up' motion with her fingers, and Thomas rose to his feet. His cock had become hard, straining upwards a good few inches. Missy reached out and took it in her hand. Pulling Thomas close by his cock, she leaned forward and kissed him warmly on the lips. "Thank you for being so patient, love. You made lots of people happy tonight."
"Thank you, Ma'am."
"I think you deserve a little reward, don't you?" Missy didn't wait for a response. Hands placed on his chest, Missy slowly slid down, trailing her fingers down the length of Thomas's hard, sculpted body, until she was crouched at his feet.
"Y-yes, Ma'am," Thomas said, his voice sounding choked and breathless.
"Do you want me?" Missy asked Thomas from her position near the floor, cocking her head and feigning innocence as she lightly stroked his erection.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"My mouth on your cock...taking in your sweet, salty taste..."
"Y-yes..."
"Beg for it, Thomas. I want to hear you beg."
"P-please, Ma'am... Please suck my cock."
"Not cock," Missy said, raising a single eyebrow with surgical precision. "Men have cocks. You're my pet. You just have a cute little dick, don't you?"
Thomas gave a half-sob, her slow, steady movements on his shaft nearly undoing him. Todd watched the two of them, his mouth parted, fascinated. Danielle sipped from a glass of white wine she had somehow procured. James and Kiara, finished with their own torrid, passionate exchange, were coming back around from the living room to watch this final act.
"Come on, Thomas," drawled Missy. "Say it again, the right way this time."
"P-please...suck my dick, Ma'am."
Missy squeezed tightly, her knuckles whitening, and Thomas flinched against the unexpected pain. "There we go." Her eyes sparkled, enjoying their game.
Missy took Thomas's cock all the way into her mouth until her lips kissed the base of his shaft. Eyes locked on Thomas's, she slowly disengaged, pausing when just the rounded head was all that was left in her mouth. Thomas's chest gave a little stuttering heave. With that, almost mercilessly, Missy began to blow him.
Missy was good at giving head. That was the one thought that really managed to formulate itself coherently in my brain as I watched her. The eye contact, the flirtatiousness, the possessive ownership even as she crouched at his feet. She made giving head an act of domination, and Thomas submitted himself fully. His cock was hers, Missy's unflinching stare expression said. Everything that belonged to him was hers.
When Thomas came, Missy took his cum right into her mouth. He bent forward, thrusting his hand out to the marble countertop to brace himself, his shoulders trembling as he ejaculated. Missy never batted an eye. Slowly and deliberately, her manicured fingernails tracing little swirls over his lean hips, Missy swallowed every last drop he released into her hungry mouth.
Comments
Yumine
Thank you! ❤️
ElskaZ
Yep, I want to be Thomas. Your writing is exquisite!
Yumine
Classic dilemma 😊
LongDogoftheJouch
I don’t know if I’m in love with Thomas or want to *be* Thomas.
