Page 45 of Goldie and the Three Wisconsin Bears
I thought I had calmed down too, but my body has become so sensitized I can feel an orgasm rising within minutes. But then Nico comes back and takes me from Mitch.
“Here, take me in your mouth while you get your head right,” he instructs.
I do as he says. Remembering Jeb’s advice, I skip the overstimulating tongue swirl and go straight to sucking him down as far as I can. I also remember to look up at him as I do.
I find him staring down at me, his eyes filled with tender affection. He strokes my braids back as opposed to grabbing hold of them like Jeb does. And he holds my gaze as I bob my head up and down.
“Do you know how beautiful you look when you do this for me?” he asks, his voice sober and quiet.
No, I don’t know. But the way he’s looking at me makes me believe it was true. He enjoys my attention, but eventually, his breath hitches, and he says, “Too close!”
It’s Mitch’s turn again. He pulls me back to his chest, but this time, he sits me up in his lap and pushes in from underneath. And to my great sorrow, he doesn’t rub my clit like he usually does in this position. So again, tons of stimulation without any actual coming.
And when I try to reach down to rub at my own pussy, he says, “Un-uh-unh. You know the rules, baby. Don’t think you can get away with that shit just because Jeb isn’t here.”
I whine and mewl. But they refuse to let me come.
And I find out that night that there are several ways to torture a woman’s clit. You can completely ignore it while your tongue laps everything else.
You can slap it. But only once. Just enough to leave a beautiful sting.
You can blow cool air on it until it was visibly quivering for more.
By the time Jeb gets home, I am out of my mind. No hello. I just beg for permission to come as soon as I see him standing at the bed’s edge.
He chuckles evil and low at the sight of me.
“Wait for Daddy to take a shower,” he tells me before disappearing into the bathroom.
I’m so aroused, Mitch and Nico have to hold on to my hands to keep me from touching myself until he gets back.
“Five minutes. Quickest shower ever,” Nico says with a laugh.
Five minutes? It feels like it’s been five hours. I nearly sob when Jeb grabs me by the hips and yanks me into a now very familiar position. Ass up, right in front of him.
“What did they do to you, Goldie?” he croons. “You’re dripping wet.”
I’m past whining at this point. I just beg, “Please… please, Daddy.”
He leans over my back. His skin, still cold and wet from the shower, makes me shiver as he whispers in my ear. “You serious? You just want to come? You don’t want me to tease you even a little bit?”
“Please…please…no more teasing!” I beg pitifully. I’m so frustrated, there are tears in my eyes.
“Okay, guess you can come,” he says, with a sound between a low laugh and a sigh.
That’s all the warning I get before he pinches my engorged clit between his fingers and slams into me from behind.
The orgasm blasts through me, and I lose sense of time and space. Mitch takes me either hours or minutes after Jeb is finished. Somewhere inside my daze, I notice that his strokes are harder than usual. And right before he spills inside me, I think I hear him say, “You’re ours.”
But why would he say that?
I’m too dazed from the second orgasm to ask.
For some reason, Nico doesn’t take me that night. But he’s there when I wake up.
“Good morning, mija,” he says when I turn over inside his arms. A huge smile splits across his face.
That’s one of the things I’ll miss the most. Nico is the only guy I’ve ever slept with who breaks into a smile every morning. Just because I’m awake.
He kisses my lips and fingers the now hair-covered triangle between my legs while telling me how much he enjoyed last night. How beautiful I am. How much he admires me. And suddenly… “You’re all wet again.”
Grinning, he pulls one thigh over his waist and slips inside of me. This sex isn’t urgent and fast either. We moved together in an easy rhythm until we both come with a moaning sigh.
Then the sadness hits. I’m leaving today. Saying goodbye to the heaven they’ve created for me in Wisconsin.
Back in Nico’s room, I find the dress and hoodie I washed the first day before hiding them under the bed.
Putting on the wired bra, underwear, and clingy dress feels like stepping into a freezing cold shower. And technically, it’s too warm for my hoodie. But I slip it on anyway, shivering with real world cold.
