The steamy shower weighs with excitement and a sizzling bite of the unknown. No, I’m wrong. Excitement blankets our entire hotel suite. Eagerness pulses between my thighs and fills my mouth with need. Not just any need. I long to be satisfied. Filled. Watch my pleasure reflect in my cuck’s eyes.
Yet, anything could go wrong with our Bull. What if he doesn’t deliver on the fantasies building in me… us? I shiver, hoping it isn’t so. Hoping he isn’t a selfish lover so I can release this throbbing energy that has kept me in a state of sexual frenzy for weeks. So much could go perfectly, too. I imagine Matteo as a generous lover, taking care to play his role in satisfying all our desires. Will his tongue on my skin leave a scorching trail? Will his fire engulf me until I burn for nothing but his touch? Is that what I want, to be so far gone that nothing but pleasure matters?
I grip the wall and clench my thighs. Unable to stop the flood of images racing through my mind. Sex. Raw, hungry sex… and something more. Something I haven’t dared name until now—a thirsty claiming that would free my soul. Images of Michael not only sharing but taking part in our fantasy elicit a long, wild moan starting from my toes up through my quivering stomach.
My head falls forward against the shower tiles and warm water chases my hand to meet my waiting clit. The first press against my clit always makes my breath catch. But I wait. My fingers hover just shy of manipulating my engorged bud, prolonging my exquisite anticipation of pleasure.
Rihanna’s S and M drones from my playlist to lick the heat along my skin. My breasts become heavy, and I’m spurred on by Rihanna’s voice telling me it’s okay to feel good about being bad. My fingers slip a little closer to home and my breath hitches—holding for fleeting seconds before shuddering through me. I’m rung so tight and almost ready to explode.
Riding on the heels of my elation are thoughts of Michael kissing me with the flavor of our Bull’s salty cum on his tongue. “Oh, God,” I whisper a desperate plea for self-restraint. But I don’t expect an answer to my prayers because I’m not patient, and I’m always good at being naughty. I should wait. I know I should, except promised pleasure is an hour away. And I only need one orgasm to tie me over.
“Kitten,” Michael says, entering the shower. Damn it. I’ve been in the shower too long and he knows me well. He presses his naked body against my back. “You can’t come yet.”
I whimper, but he’s merciless. He trails one hand down my side. The slow pace only adds to the throb in my clit. But his touch doesn’t linger. Michael’s fingers move over my hip with devastating laziness to grip the hand still between my legs, placing it on the wall. “Please,” I beg. Eager to satisfy my hunger. I know what my begging does to him, and I’m not playing fair. I don’t even need a big orgasm…I’ll take anything.
He inhales sharply, and I wait. “No, Ayanna.” He presses a gentle kiss on my shoulder. “Tonight, small won’t do. You deserve a powerful orgasm from our Bull’s big cock.” I squeeze my eyes shut, hearing the husky strain in his voice. His craving is just as intense as mine. “Don’t move,” he says with his breath heating my ear and core. Too late. I’m already on my toes, chasing the whisper of his breath on my skin when he smacks my ass. “Be good, Kitten!”
I moan and wet my throat, pressing my lips against the water pebbling along my arm. It’s the only relief I’ll get. The only one Michael will permit before our play. We’ve waited for this moment for a long time. Talked, explored, and found release together many times as we shared fantasies about another man joining us. Our Bull…the promise of another man giving me everything Michael is physically incapable of providing.
“Soon, Kitten.” He lathers his hands in soap before spreading the suds over my shoulders and chest. Cupping my breasts, he rolls each dark nipple between his fingers. Every pass of his hand fuses us in a heady concoction. Our energies swirl in a seductive dance, colliding into one. The feeling is potent, binding our love and desire and infusing it with a primal need so deep it’s all I can taste.
Michael continues to bathe me, getting me ready for tonight and clean for Matteo. This excites me too. Knowing he’s preparing me for another man. A more endowed lover that will stretch me in ways Michael can’t. “Mmm,” he moans. “I’ve just washed your pussy and you’re wet again.” His dick surges against my lower back, nestling against the only tattoo I’ve allowed on my smooth brown skin. A lioness on the hunt, and my cuck is soaking her in his pre-cum.
I lean back, trapping his slender dick between us, feeding my ferocious kitten his flavor. It’s my guilty pleasure to tease him. Arouse him as much as he sends me teetering on the brink of ecstasy. I admit to enjoying it too much. He moans from my slight weight. “You naughty girl,” he growls. I smile. I’m being mischievous, but I don’t care. “I’m right here with you,” he says. “Your need is my need.”
The sweet pleasure that aches deep in my pussy, that clenches my thighs, doesn’t come close to releasing the pressure. “It hurts so bad.” He knows it. I know it.
“Kitten…” He turns the water off. “Think of being filled…”
I close my eyes and finish his sentence, “…his bigger dick bringing me my first orgasm of the night.”
Michael dries off, then oils me. I love his hands on me, massaging lotion into my sensitive skin. The only thing better is caressing his sun-kissed body, and I reach for him, rubbing oil into the muscles along his shoulders. He lets me, holding my gaze from under hooded lashes. A muscle ticks along his jaw, and my naughty side purrs in approval from the lust reflected in his eyes.
“Dress me,” I say. In our luxury suite, my lingerie is already on the bed. Delicate black lace garter with tiny bows, thigh highs, and a Lacey robe. Notably missing are my panties and bra. This was Matteo’s request for how I should present myself to him tonight. The thin lace robe looks and feels provocative against my body. The light material heightens my senses.
I feel damn good, but my arousal is already soaking my inner thighs. It will be trickling down my legs by the time Matteo arrives. My skin tingles, and I gasp when Michael fastens the last garter strap, kissing the inside of my thigh. My heels are next. Purple six-inch pumps make my cuck tremble as his fingers skim my ankles.
Yes! His excitement feeds mine. Time isn’t on our side, but I need a moment with him before our guest arrives. “Are you ready?” I stroke his cheek. He pulls me against his naked body. He’s feverish. Michael’s erection presses free and firm against my waist. While it is neither long nor thick, I love it because it his cock.
I’ve left Michael naked on purpose because I want to be able to see what makes his little dick twitch and leak tonight. I want to hear his moans of pleasure, feel his hunger, and see his arousal when our Bull stretches my tight passage. His pre-cum leaking on my stomach ignites my hunger.
I ease away enough to wipe his essence off with my fingers before easing my cum-slicked fingertips in his mouth. “My sweet cuck, Matteo wouldn’t want your cum on me.” Michael accepts my fingertips…his tongue swirling around my tips and sucking off his own juices. “Good boy,” I say teasingly. “The next time you clean cum off of me, it will be Matteo’s.”
His irises dilate. His smoldering gaze holds mine and my breathing elevates in the intimate way it always does between us. My kitty claws at my lower back when Michael captures my mouth under his in a slow, sensual kiss. I let him because it might be his only kiss until our Bull has had his fill of me. He tantalizes and teases me with his tongue. I am lost in Michael as his teeth nip at my lips. I roll my hips against him as the world around us melts away. No matter what happens tonight, we’ll always have this unbreakable connection.
Our dreamy space is interrupted by a much anticipated knock on the door and, with Michael’s nod, I turn to answer our Bull’s summoning. Walking to the door, I sway my hips so Michael gets a good look at my ass. I’m all Michael’s at this moment but soon another man will claim me for his pleasure…and my own.
To be continued…
Postscript: Built For Pleasure is a cuckold experience forever memorialized by the sexy, talented, and very naughty author Robecca Austin. She is a writer of steamy, romantic erotica, and also available for commissions. You can find her Patreon site here: Robecca Austin.
Michael, they did not design your sexual energy for mere mortals ~ Robecca