Page 169 of Rattle the Cage

“Yes, ma’am.” I murmured. The word felt foreign on my lips, but the pleased grin on her face promised to make it my new favorite.

“Nash, come.” She beckoned, letting Nash crawl closer. As she kneeled beside me, a wicked grin took over Tess’ lips. “How excited is Blade?”

“Fucking desperate,” she laughed before Tess dropped the hammer.

“Show me.”

“...How?” Nash tilted her head. But as Tess locked eyes with me, I could see exactly what she had in mind.

“With your fingers.”

Nash blinked hard as she processed the order, locking eyes with me. We had gotten up to all sorts of trouble in Feverpoint, but never had we crossed this line. But as I nodded, Nash submitted to Tess’ demands, sliding her fingers over the crotch of my boxers.

“Fuck,” Nash murmured, strong fingers curling against my through the fabric.

“That’s it, handsome.” Tess smiled. “Was that so hard?”

“It’s… pretty fucking hard.” I stammered, trying not to buck my hips against Nash’s hand.

“Good, baby,” Tess purred. “Now show me how good it feels.”

She unzipped her pants with one hand, grabbing my wrist with the other. I needed no guidance to find exactly the spot I was looking for beneath her panties.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it.” Tess bit her lip, leaning back against the mast. She was already soaking wet, which made me wet in turn.

The rocking of the ship added an unpredictability to each movement. Each of us tried hard to anchor ourselves, but the swaying only intensified each touch.

After a few moments like that, I felt close to coming. But Tess wasn’t done with her game yet. “I want your strap.”

“Hmm?” I muttered, stumbling with another rock of the boat.

“Sit,” Tess ordered, pulling my hand away from her center.

While I got down, Tess pulled her own pants off, tossing her panties to Nash. “Taste those.”

Nash shoved the wet thong into her mouth, practically sucking Tess’ excitement off of it. Meanwhile, Tess stepped forward to tower over me, a leg on either side of my body. “How badly do you want it, baby?”

“So bad,” I breathed. I could smell the pleasure dripping down her thighs and would give anything to feel it.

The next thing I knew, she was on her knees, one hand on my shoulder while the other guided my cock inside of her. “Fuck, Blade. Is there a toy in there?”

“Yes,” I panted.

“Turn it on.”

I clicked on the vibrator, letting out a guttural groan as it hummed to life against my clit. As if the toy wasn’t enough, Tess bounced on my cock, letting me stretch her as the ship took another swing.

Nash watched on hungrily until a decorative crate slid past and Tess she pointed at it. “Grab it.”

With the thong still in her mouth, Nash pulled the crate over to Tess' side. Tess doled out instructions like a pro — like she wasn’t absolutely stretched around my strap. “Tie the crate to the mast. Yes, just like that. Now take your pants off and sit.”

Nash hopped up, elevated just slightly over us; it was the perfect angle for Tess to lower her mouth between Nash’s legs and lap at her center.

The sight of them going oat it was enough to make me lose my mind. “Tess, Tess, I think I’m going to… fuuuuck.” I groaned, trying to hold back my orgasm.

She lifted her head for just a second, lips glistening as she smiled at me. “Good, handsome. Come for me.”

Her hips rocked harder against me as she ate Nash. Nash’s head fell back as her knuckles whitened around the edge of the crate. She was seconds away from coming all over Tess’ face.