She lay there, a relieved smile spreading across her lips as her hook-up, not his, never fucking his, walked toward her, having taken the key out of the still-open drawer. Her eyes closed as he knelt, getting down to her level.
“I’ve been thinking, Amanda... How badly do you want us to fuck you?” Her eyes snapped open, filling with dread as he held the key in front of her eyes, just above her face.
“For fuck’s sake, Peter, just take the handcuffs off, alright? Please?” For god’s sake, do NOT start fucking Hoffman in front of me, I’ll do it myself, alright? Just please, unlock, alright?
“What do you think, Hoffman? Think she wants us?” He glanced at the detective as he pulled his lower clothing down in one movement, stepping out of the pile of clothes in a brisk movement.
Rather than give a vocal answer immediately, her fellow apprentice grabbed her thighs, pulling her legs apart, holding them there as he eyed her folds of dripping flesh.
“If she doesn’t want us right now... Give me a few minutes,” he said, hot breath wafting over her centre. He tightened his grip as her legs jerked up, moving forward until his mouth cupped around her, flicking his tongue across her clitoris. She couldn’t help but grind her hips against his face, moaning as he lapped with more strength, as his nails dug into her skin. He lifted his head to stare at her face, eyes half-lidded in pleasure.
“Do you want me?” he growled, returning to running his tongue over her, not letting her answer his question in anything other than a desperate nod. He released his grip on her legs gently, giving her drenched slit one last lick. “Unlock her, Strahm.”
Her arms now free, the detective still between her legs, she sat up, striking one of her newly-freed hands across his face. He slammed her shoulders against the mattress in response, trapping her body under his, their harsh sets of breathing seemingly the only sounds in the room. She shuddered to the sensation of his skin, damp from sweat, as the tip of him stroked against her centre, almost dipping into her, as she felt herself become even wetter, as she felt her nipples become even harder as he stared into her eyes. She closed her eyes as he laid a moist kiss onto the crook of her neck, landing another just above her jugular, raising his lips to her ear.
“No more games,” he whispered, rolling off of her, his hands grabbing her waist, drawing her onto him. She hovered over his erection, rubbing herself against him, but not impaling herself quite yet, as he turned to the agent still standing by the bed
“Strahm? You joining us or not?” This prompted the other man to crawl onto the bed, positioning himself just over Amanda, using his hands to slowly push her onto Hoffman’s cock with a gasp, nothing compared to the noise she let out as he slipped into her from behind, hands pressing against her back as he thrust deeper into her.
Hoffman’s hands wrapped around her back, pressing her nipples into his skin, letting her moan into his chest as the two thrust further in her, yelping as Strahm slapped just between her shoulder blades, leaving a red mark on her skin. Amanda’s moans transformed into screams as the man under her dug his nails into her sides, scraping skin away, inducing Strahm to whack his hand against her skin again, as they attempted to get deeper into her than the other. Her eyes scrunched shut, her own fingernails dragging along Hoffman’s arms, her screams heightening in volume with each smack, which . She buried her face into his chest, muffling her cries, chewing on his skin, the dull pain causing him to lose control. A final muted scream as their own cries intensified, as they pounded as far as they could into her, as he began to thrust further up, his hot fluid jetting out of him. The other gave her one last smack of the hand, before dissolving into her, collapsing onto her reddened back.
He pulled out of her, rolling to the side, letting her lift herself off of Hoffman. Words seemed just out of reach as they lay there panting, their sweat mingling, their heat intertwined. Hoffman reached a hand out, stroking the side of Amanda’s face as she gasped for air, eyes closed in sheer exhaustion.
“We... never speak of this... again... alright?” she wheezed, opening her eyes to stare into the detective’s pair, as Strahm slipped an arm across her waist.
“If you want...” Hoffman replied, giving her cheek a soft, open-mouthed kiss as she lost herself to sleep. He laid his head against her breast, listening to her heart as it hammered against her ribcage, slowing as the excitement wore off, as she slipped further into rest. He closed his own eyes, a smirk still playing on his lips as he fell asleep.
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