rests along the crease of my arse. I want to lift my butt and widen my legs so he can enter me, but I don’t. I wait.
“Safe word is honey,” Mathieson grinds out, drawing a smile from my lips.
“Okay,” I respond, knowing that I won’t need to use it, that Mathieson seems to instinctively know how much I can take.
For a moment he just massages my skin, rubbing his hands over my arse, pressing his thumbs in circles over my lower back and working them up my spin. Then, without any warning, he slaps me across the arse. My head lifts off the bed as a hoarse cry releases from my throat. The sharpness of the sting fades with his gentle caresses. His hands firm but soothing.
Beside us Berrin groans, swearing under his breath. But he won’t interrupt, he’s watched Mathieson do this before and trusts him not to overstep the mark, just like I trust Berrin when we use breathe play during sex.
The second slap lands on my opposite arse cheek and the sting is just as painful as the first, but when he smooths his palms over the sore area and rubs his cock up and down my crack the pain is replaced with intense pleasure and my core floods with desire.
The next four slaps are followed with gentle caresses and kisses until my skin prickles with pain, my synapses fire with pleasure and tears fall from my eyes from sheer relief.
“Baby,” he croons, shifting himself so that he’s settled between my legs, his cock kissing my entrance like a tease.
“Fuck me, please,” I beg, not caring how I sound, not caring that I’m drenched.
The only response I get is a deep, guttural rumbling that has the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. Then he lies with his weight holding me down and slowly pushes inside of me whilst tasting my tears and whispering words of love in my ear. He doesn’t fuck me frantically like Franklin did, he’s slow, toe-curlingly steady, building up my orgasm from a dense gentle heat to a wild inferno.
“Come here, Berrin,” Mathieson orders, pulling out of me just at the point I’m about to implode. I whimper for the loss, almost out of my mind with lust until Mathieson lies down on the bed beside me. “Straddle me, Goldie. Sit on me now.”
On shaky arms and legs, I push myself up onto all fours and manoeuvre myself above him. With my hand clutching the base of his cock I hover above him, gasping when the bed depresses behind us and Berrin crowds my body with his.
“Stay there a minute,” he says, reaching between my legs and running his fingers along my slit, collecting my juices. “You’re drenched, darling. Fucking dripping.”
“God, yes,” I groan as he dips his finger into my core, then rubs on my clit.
“Whilst Matt fucks your pussy, I’m going to fuck your sweet, tight, little hole. I’m going to wrap my hands around your throat and squeeze and when the time is right I’ll let you take a breath whilst your body splits apart from the most powerful orgasm you’re ever going to experience,” he growls into my ear. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I let out in a needy whisper.
Berrin removes his finger and allows me to slide down over Mathieson, my muscles clenching him tightly. He groans beneath me and I relish the feeling of how perfectly he fits, how full I feel. When Berrin presses his cock against my arse and gently eases the tip inside I moan loudly, relaxing against the slight burn as my fingernails scratch against Mathieson’s skin and we lock eyes.
“Yes,” he hisses and with his fingers digging into my hips, Mathieson starts slowly rocking into me. The pleasure makes my muscles relax further and Berrin slides balls deep inside me.
When both men start to move in time with each other, I lean my head back against Berrin’s shoulder and close my eyes, waiting for his hand to cut off my breath.
“Trust me?” he asks, his question a rumble vibrating through his chest and into my back.
“Always,” I respond.
“I love you, Goldie.” He presses a kiss against my temple then closes his fingers over my windpipe and squeezes.
Together they fuck me, building up the pleasure intensely. The sounds of their groans slowly die out as my heart beats faster and my pulse pounds in my ears. Black spots blur my vision as I gasp for breath and I feel dizzy,