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The Darkness We Share (Revna x Jaythous)

Peter thought he saw a little smile and laughter in Celeste's eyes when he pointed out the Voice hadn't told them what kind of massage he had to give her. Then the Voice chimed in vindictively to inform them "you'll both need to be completely naked. A proper massage requires skin-to-skin contact, after all." To which Peter rolled his eyes, lowered his shoulders and waved his hands slightly as if to sarcastically say, "of course" with his body.

Peter recovered from his disappointment quickly to try again to put Celeste at ease, but it was too late, she was already walking towards the bed. Peter froze for a moment, unsure what Celeste's mindset was and fearing the worst. When he saw her retrieve the oil he let out a low, long, calmly breath he hadn't realized he was holding in from the tense moment. He was relieved that she wouldn't fight it and he even let himself fantasize that Celeste might actually like him giving her a massage, but when she didn't even look at him before taking her cloths off and getting on the bench he let that idea fade for now.

Peter looked around at the other two in the room with a look of being forced. He took a deep breath and then looked back towards Celeste just in time to see her take off her bra and panties. OMG she was so fucking beautiful! He closed his eyes against the thought. The last thing Celeste and the others wanted right now was for him to make this awkward by getting excited. No, he had to suppress his erotic thoughts, no matter how sexy Celeste was.

Finally he opened his eyes and walked over to Celeste. He was concentrating so much on staying calm, not getting excited, and thinking about how he could make this enjoyable from Celeste without going too far, that he forgot to take off his boxers. He reached over and took the oil into his hand and squirted some from his right into his left hand when the Voice cracked over the speakers, "Aren't you forgetting something? Or no food for you either!" Peter froze and then looked down. "Oh…yeah… right…" With that he gently laid his left hand down onto Celeste's back, letting the oil drip from his hand to the small of her back. His warm hand slid up her back softly to get most of the oil from his hand, then he took a step back from her and pulled his boxers down.

He really didn't mind other people looking at him naked, as long as they enjoyed what they were looking at. He decided to not make a big deal about it. Even limp his manhood promised a perfect size. He was toned, handsome, with smooth, healthy skin, and a powerful, athletic body. He moved gracefully with power as a man who played many sports easily does from knowing how every muscle moves in his body subconsciously. Once completely naked himself he moved to Celeste's side and laid one large, strong, warm, hand on her back gently to start their connection. He leaned in and whispered, "I'll keep it professional. I won't do anything you don't want, and I hope you can enjoy the massage some." Meanwhile he gently pushed her lovely red hair to the side of her head and off her back. With that he then took the oil bottle in his hand and pumped a good amount onto Celeste's back.

Peter started with both hands on her back, gently rubbing the oil into her back and then up to her shoulders. He wanted Celeste to get used to his hands and loosen up before he started to really massage with any strength. Peter kept to her back and shoulders and the back of her arms. His expert hands felt for her tense muscles and let her body tell him what he needed to work on. For Celeste his hands were warm, strong, and smooth, not callused. If Celeste was able to loosen up Peter would start to message her back and shoulders more strongly and more like a real massage.
 
The surface was cold against her skin, the hard edges pressing into her. She stretched out, resting her head on her arms, and focused on breathing evenly. Behind her, she heard Peter shuffle, followed by the sound of the Voice cutting through again. "Aren't you forgetting something? Or no food for you either!"

She didn't lift her head, but her lips pressed into a thin line. There it was again, that smug, gleeful cruelty. "Oh... yeah... right." Peter's voice was faintly sheepish, followed by the sound of fabric rustling. She didn't look back, but she could hear the subtle shift in his movements as he stepped out of his boxers.

The bench shifted slightly as he approached, and then his hand was on her back. Warm. Strong. Steady. The oil dripped onto her skin, and she inhaled sharply at the sensation. "I'll keep it professional," he murmured, his voice low and close to her ear. "I won't do anything you don't want, and I hope you can enjoy the massage some."

His breath was warm against her skin, and despite herself, Celeste felt a flicker of tension ease. He brushed her hair gently to the side, his fingers grazing her neck with a touch that was surprisingly careful, almost reverent. Then came the oil. A cool sensation at first, quickly warmed by his hands as they glided over her back. His touch was measured, deliberate, starting slow as if to give her time to adjust. The firmness of his hands against her shoulders coaxed a reluctant sigh from her lips. She hadn't realized how tense she was until now, the knots in her muscles stubborn but yielding under his expert touch. His fingers pressed with just the right amount of pressure, finding and working through the tight spots along her back.

Celeste let herself sink into the sensation, her mind drifting as his hands moved with precision and care. It wasn't comfortable—it couldn't be, not in this context. But there was something oddly grounding about the way he worked, his movements unhurried, focused, and undeniably skilled. For the first time in what felt like hours, Celeste allowed herself to breathe. A small groan even leaving her as she relaxed more under his touch, she couldn't help herself. Moving her head, she turned to look at him through half closed eyes as she watched him work on her backside.
 
He started off gentle and soft, slowly rubbing in the soothing oil into her back. In such a situation, no reaction was a good sign. When Celeste didn't complain about what he was doing he started to put more pressure in his massage. His hands increasingly got stronger and worked her tense muscles more and more. His strong hands slid up her back to her shoulders and then the padding of his fingers dug into her shoulder muscles before wracking down and then over and then in circles. His expert fingers worked to straighten her tight, balled-up muscles with ease. At this point he knew she was enjoying it, not only was she not complaining of his touch, but he could hear her breathing slowing and most of all could feel her body relaxing under his hands.

He let out a soft grunting moan as he pushed in deeper with his hands moving over her upper back muscles. Every pass her muscles felt more and more relaxed. Peter took a deep breath, calming his own nerves and muscles as he worked. It was nice to concentrate on something productive and forget about the anxiety filled situation. As his warm hands worked their way back down her back he fell into the zone of simply working on the massage. She had a lovely back, just like the rest of her, and he found himself enjoying his work. Her skin felt smooth, warm, and nice to the touch.

Soon his hands started to stretch out the muscles on the sides of her back, and then lower back. His eyes continued to stay on his work, but as he got down to her ass, he couldn't help but give it a long look. Mmmm…. It would be nice to rub all on her there. He had given such full body massages a few times and even two erotic massages before. It would be nice to go that route with Celeste. His manhood gave a slight twitch, but he quickly moved his concentration back to her back to keep from getting aroused. As his hands moved back up her sides from hip to arm Celeste turned to look in his direction. He suddenly felt vulnerable as his hips were right at eyesight and his naked manhood and balls were on full display for her if she wanted to see them.

Peter was a well built man with strong, muscular thighs. His pubic hair was shortened and trimmed, and while Peter was on the cusp of getting aroused from massaging Celeste, his manhood stayed in recess for now. Even though they were naked, it was still warm enough in the room that with the effort of massaging her Peter was warm enough for his balls to hang slightly between his legs. Peter saw her beautiful face as she turned toward him. He didn't mind. He'd only mind her looking if she didn't like what she saw. He couldn't help but smile to see her pretty face again before he went back to concentrating on working the tension out of her shoulder and neck muscles again.

Finally in a low, almost a deep whisper, "How does that feel? Do you need any extra attention somewhere?" While asking he moved around to the front and above her head. His hands working down her back from shoulder to small of her back as he leaned over her. He was tall enough so this motion didn't cause contact, but it would bring his manhood closer to her. he then moved his hands back to her shoulders and then down her arms, starting to work on her arm muscles.
 
Celeste felt the warmth of his hands seep into her skin, melting the tension coiled in her muscles. Her breath hitched when he pressed deeper, fingers kneading out knots she hadn't even realized were there. She hadn't wanted to enjoy this, hadn't wanted to let herself feel anything beyond reluctant submission, but damn him—Peter had good hands.

A low, reluctant groan slipped from her lips as he worked a particularly stubborn knot in her shoulder, her body yielding under his touch despite herself. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to temper her reactions, but each slow stroke of his palms sent a shiver down her spine. His hands were warm, firm, coaxing something almost sinful from her flesh. Her lashes fluttered, and for the first time, she let herself glance at him, at the way his body hovered over hers, at the careful restraint in his touch. A wicked thought flickered in her mind, something dark and tempting, something defiant in the face of their captor's twisted little games. If they wanted a show—well, why not give them one? But on her terms.

She turned her head just slightly, just enough for her lips to part near his wrist, the ghost of warm breath teasing over his skin as she exhaled. "Lower," she murmured, voice husky, edged with something dangerous. "My hips… my thighs. Work me there." A smirk curled at the corner of her mouth when she felt the tension ripple through him, just for a second.

Just enough to know he wasn't immune to the situation or the fact that his fingers were in her flesh, especially her ass. Feeling him close to her, a breath away really made heat spread like wildfire in her blood and begin to pool between her legs. She tried hard to keep her own self in order, to not feel lost in the lustful situation but it was hard. Especially with them naked and him digging into her soft skin.
 
Peter smiled to himself and enjoyed her soft moans and little cries as he performed his craft on her lovely body. It was a great sign of appreciation for her to be enjoying his work. As Peter ran his warm hands down both of her sides and was about to bring his hands back up the center of her back he heard Celeste whisper hotly "Lower," and he felt her warm breath caress his flaccid dick, balls, and upper thighs. He gave a surprised sudden intake of breath and she could see his whole body tense and ripple from the surprised caress of her breath. in the next instant as she continued, "My hips... my thighs. Work me there" Peter gave an open mouthed hot breath himself and if she was looking his manhood twitched into action from her warm caresses. His eyes looking down to her pretty face, seeing her eyes open a bit and her soft, open, supple lips inches from his manhood he couldn't help his manhood from giving another twitch as his arousal for her began. That close she might even be able to smell the change in sent, and feel the increased warmth.

The smile on her beautiful face knocked down the walls he had put up while massaging her. His eyes looked back up her body in a new way, this time with desire. She had asked for it, and he wanted to give it to her the way he knew how no matter where they were. He whispered back with a new desire in his voice instead of the neutral tone he had before, "Yes mam... gladly..." he then cut off his hands movement half way up her back to turn and slide back down her back and directly over her beautiful ass cheeks. As he plunged his hands down over her ass he leaned in further than before and closer than before to reach down to cup her ass cheeks and before pulling them up back towards himself and using his expert fingers to need her lovely muscles. he pulled back as his manhood gave another twitch and swelled slightly while he enjoyed his work.

he then slid his strong fingers back down over her ass cheeks and fanned out sideways, again pulling and needing her muscles with pleasing force. His hands then caressed the sides of her hips before his thumbs worked on her hip flexors. Possibly to her surprise his thumbs work on her hip-flexors caused a large sensation and seemed to turn on a water hose of tension release. "Mmmm...." he let a moan out from the sexy moment subconsciously, "... How does that feel?" he again brought his hands up her sides. He reached over to the table and pumped lots more oil onto his hands and then again leaned over her to start above her hips and then slide his hands slowly and soothingly down over her beautiful ass cheeks to let the oil sink in and watch her ass shine. So fucking hot!! He couldn't help but give another twitch and grow a little more up away from his balls slightly now.
 
Celeste shivered at the first squeeze of his strong hands on her hips, a sultry sigh spilling from her lips. He was good—too good. His fingers worked her like he knew exactly how to unravel her, how to make her body sing beneath his touch. And when he groaned? Fuck. That sound sent a pulse of heat through her, straight to the pit of her belly. She let her head fall forward, arching into his hands, offering herself shamelessly. "Mmm… just like that," she murmured, voice dripping with pleasure. "Don't hold back on me, Peter."

Her fingers curled against the table as his thumbs pressed into her hip flexors, a sharp gasp escaping her lips at the flood of sensation. She hadn't expected that—hadn't expected her body to react so fiercely. Her thighs trembled, heat pooling between them as her muscles melted under his expert touch. She bit her lip, but the moan still slipped free, sultry and needy. When he slicked more oil onto his hands and dragged them slowly over her ass, she couldn't help but shift beneath him, pressing back just enough to feel the heat radiating from him. A wicked smirk curled her lips as she let her hips roll into his touch, teasing, testing the boundaries he'd clearly already begun to break.

She turned her head just enough for him to see the glint in her eyes. "You feel so good." She purred, voice soft, taunting.

If it was ANYWHERE else, ANY other time, she would be completely lost in it all but hearing an annoyed sound from the corner as Damian stalked into the bathroom only semi brought her back to the moment. However, as she relaxed as his fingers dug into her again, she couldn't help another breathe moan leaving her. "Deeper," she moaned softly, though her tone was deep and seductive. She watched as his body responded to her, fueling the fire that went through her veins.
 
Peter hand no idea how much he was doing for her until her hips moved under his hands on her ass and her back arches slightly while she moaned "Mmm… just like that" His eyes widened slightly and he gave a hot breath with another soft moan while electricity shot through his manhood, causing a slight throb and more swelling. When she asked him, "Don't hold back on me Peter" he couldn't believe it, it was music to his ears. She had just given him permission to give her a full, erotic, massage, he loved that idea.

Next his hands slid down her ass cheeks again, but this time his thumbs did all the work, needing and stretching her lovely muscles. When she bent her hips and pushed her ass up against his hands he smiled and watched with lustful desire. Wow she looked so fucking hot all shiny from the oil and moving like that, and she felt so fucking good in his hands! She moaned again and his dick throbbed in response. He was started to become aware of his showing arousal, but he just couldn't help it. He didn't want to be showing, but he wasn't going to stop and he was just enjoying her too much to fight it.

He let his hands slide down her ass and over the back of her thighs. His fingers taking their time to massage the warm oil into them. His hands slid around the outside of her thighs and then back up to her back. He stepped back, put more oil on and moved back over her. This is when he heard her say "You feel so good" and he smiled brightly. That compliment was music to his ears again. He looked down to her and found her eyes looking back at him with a heavy smirk of mischievous lust. WOW she was so fucking sexy! He couldn't help the throb that shot through his manhood right in front of her! She must have seen it, she must know, and she seemed to be enjoying it. He smiled again to her, his genuine heartfelt smile without the mask. "Good… I'm glad… I must say… you have a lovely body. I'm enjoying my work…"

His hands slid back down her back and over her ass cheeks once again. This time he grasped her ass and softly squeezed and groped her. His slippery fingers squeezed and her muscles slipped down through his hands. He then fanned his fingers out again to the side of her hip to straighten her cheek muscles out pleasantly. Then his fingers slid down her hips to the sides of her thighs before putting his strong thumbs at the back of her thighs and pressing down hard. He used his thumbs to straighten her upper thighs over and over and over again.

Then he heard her say, "Deeper" to which he responded, "With pleasure Celeste…" and his fingers slipped between her thighs and up her inner thighs. Before he got to her most sensitive areas he reversed course and stroked her inner thighs with heavy pressure to relax her muscles there. He gently spread her thighs and his eyes which were on his work had good view of everything. His manhood gave another throb, now very obvious, growing, and close to being hard. "Mmmm… you feel very nice in my hands Celeste… I want to make you feel good…" he said seductively as his fingers slid the farthest down her thighs and his swelling cock head pressed gently against her forehead accidently before he brought his fingers back up the inside of her slightly spread legs. Just before his fingers could slip up inside her thighs all the way the Voice Cracked over the speaker.
 
Celeste barely had time to bite back a sinful moan as Peter's hands continued their slow, torturous worship of her body. His touch was firm, deliberate, radiating heat and desire as his oiled fingers worked deep into her inner thighs, spreading her just enough to tease without giving her exactly what she wanted. And fuck, she wanted. His words, low and dripping with hunger, made her shiver. "Mmmm… you feel very nice in my hands, Celeste… I want to make you feel good…" His voice was molten sin, curling around her senses, melting her into submission. And then—ohhh—that accidental press of his cock against her forehead. The brief contact sent a wicked thrill through her, a rush of heat pooling between her thighs. She knew he was hard now, had felt the evidence against her, and that knowledge only made her pulse race faster. She was about to shift, to tease him further, when the speakers crackled overhead.

"My, my. It looks like you two are really embracing the experience." The voice was laced with amusement, a knowing smirk bleeding through the static. "That was quite a performance… such chemistry, such dedication. Consider this a reward—bonus points for putting on a show."

Celeste sucked in a sharp breath, her skin prickling with awareness. They had been watched. Of course, they had—it was The Den, after all. But hearing it confirmed sent a different kind of thrill coursing through her. The knowledge that every moan, every arch of her body, every throb of his cock had been noted, judged, and fucking rewarded? God help her, it was intoxicating.

"Now… why don't you be a good girl and turn over? Let Peter continue his work… we're all dying to see more."

Celeste's lips curled into a sultry smirk as she exhaled slowly, her lashes lowering in dark satisfaction. So they want a show? Fine. Languidly, she stretched beneath Peter's hands, drawing out the motion just to tease him, to let him feel the last lingering caress of her body against his. Then, with a slow, sensual roll, she turned onto her back, fully aware of the way the oiled sheen of her skin caught the dim light, emphasizing every soft curve, every inviting dip. Her gaze lifted to meet Peter's, heavy-lidded, full of challenge and wicked amusement. And fuck, she didn't even try to hide the way her eyes dropped, dragging over the clear evidence of his arousal.

Oh, she thought, look at you.

Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips as she tilted her chin up, feigning innocence even as her thighs parted slightly, just enough to hint at invitation. "Looks like they really enjoy watching you work," she murmured, voice a slow, sultry tease. Then her gaze flicked up to his, catching the heat there, the raw, unmasked need.

She exhaled a shivering breath. "… And so do I."
 
He felt the soft brush of her forehead as he accidently brushed his hardening, smooth, swollen, cock-head against her. His dick gave a soft throb as he pulled away slightly. His hands were on the back of her thighs and moving up her slightly spread inner thighs towards a beautiful sight of her aroused womanhood. His hands froze for a moment as he looked down to see her reaction. He was about to apologize and beg forgiveness, but was interrupted by the dreaded voice.

He took a deep breath when the voice mocked them. He had completely lost himself in his exciting work on Celeste's lovely body. The voice brought reality crashing back and he hated it! He raised his eyes to look around. Damian was nowhere to be found, but his dark gray eyes did find Megan. She was standing behind a large black cage as if for protection from them. It only came up to her waist. Her hands lay on the cage, gripping it tightly until Peter looked her way. She unconsciously responded by wrapping her arms around herself and inhaling a sharp breath. Peter lingered on her face for a moment as if trying to gage her thoughts at what was happening in front of her, but Celeste was moving and more important right now, so he broke his stare with Megan and returned attention to Celeste.

Peter had stayed frozen in his position leaning over Celeste with his hands on the back and inside of her oiled thighs as he had looked around. When the Voice said, "Now… why don't you be a good girl and turn over? Let Peter continue his work… we're all dying to see more." And Celeste began to shift under his hands he looked down while she began to stretch against him. WOW she looked so beautiful. Every movement was intoxicating to his lustful eyes. Her body felt so good in his hands, he never wanted this massage to end. He was only disappointed that he hadn't been able to touch her womanhood and pleasure her, not that the voice would let him, or would it?

Peter half though Celeste might protest against the voice, but her sexy, sultry turn was a major turn-on for Peter. He pulled up and stepped back a bit to give her room to move while he watched. His cock now sticking straight out and growing into full erect hardness as he watched her turn to her front. When Celeste looked up to Peter he felt on edge to know what she truly felt with him now rock hard in excitement at massaging her. Her wicked amused look coupled with her eyes dive down his body to linger on his erect cock he couldn't help his excited throb that shot through his hard cock from her eyes on him there. It was dramatically erotic to know she wanted to look and liked what she saw. It was also erotic to know Megan was watching as well. She could see his large size and perfect girth. The smooth skin tight around his hard veins. As she flicked her tongue out, showing all the signs of wanting him, he smile his genuine heart stopping smile and took a hot breath.

In the next breath she confirmed how much she liked what he was doing as she said, "Looks like they really enjoy watching you work," as he stepped forward to eagerly continue his massage of her beautiful body. He responded with a soft smile and "Oh I think they enjoy watching my muse show off her glorious assets." He reached over her head, his strong chest and arms stretching on display with his sent and heat radiating to her. He grasped the oil bottle as she breathed "… And so do I." to which he beamed his smile over her with his cock throbbing again. Her words sending waves of erotic desires through him to know she liked it. "It's my pleasure… you're a very sexy woman… I'm enjoy this too much." and shifted back over her as he let a gentle laugh keep their desires lighthearted just yet. He looked down to her stunningly beautiful face and smiled genuinely. He started pumping spry after spry of oil over her belly, chest, breasts and upper thigs as she said, Now let's get you ready for the rest of my pleasurable work…"

With that he laid his warm, strong, oily hands back down onto her flat stomach. His hands began to slowly, soothingly, rub the oil into her lovely skin around her belly button and then over her upper midsection and then back down her sides before sliding over her hips and up the top of her pelvis just north of her womanhood. He moved his hands up and then around, slowly circling between her breasts and pussy without touching them. In a low, aroused voice he whispered, "Mmmmm… I love running my hands all over your body…" as his hard cock throbbed into full erection at feeling her beautiful body as he looked down to study it and arouse himself more with his sight of her naked.

His eyes took the opportunity to dip down between her sexy slightly spread legs and then back up to her gorgeous breasts. He bit his lips unconsciously with hot desire to fondle them. Then he looked up to her lovely neck, he wanted to kiss her there so much, and then up to her pretty face, oh yes, he wanted to kiss those lips just as much. He smiled into her eyes and then looked back down. His hands rubbed her belly some more before plunging down the tops of her thighs. His hands started to work harder, needing and caressing her thigh muscles to work out the tension and kinks. "He started moaning softly for her and let the moans turn into humming as if listening to music while he enjoyed working on her.

After spending a good time working on her thighs his warm, oiled hands slide between her thighs and worked her inner thighs, spreading them a bit more. His thumbs continued their hard pressure, working out her muscle stretch them just right. She could hear his breaths getting heavier and his moans getting a little louder as his hands moved up her inner thighs, spreading her just a bit more and finding her lovely pussy soaking wet and aroused from his work. "Mmmm….mmmmm" He wanted to stroke her pussy lips and hear her moan from him so badly. His hard cock throbbed in response to his desires and a little bead of pre-cup pooled at his tip.

He stopped himself, it was too soon, and he rieled his desires in for just another few minutes. He needed to finish what he had started first. He reluctantly slid his hands over her front thighs and rubbed over her stomach once more before then sliding up her sides and then rubbed the oil into her chest, avoiding her breasts at first. He then ran his hands over her arms. He massaged and caressing her arms, not letting it feel as rushed as he made it. As he set her second arm down he leaned in over her and whispered into her ear, "I hope you don't mind if I…. take some liberties? I want to hear you moan some more for me. I want to touch you everywhere…" He leaned back up slowly, his eyes on her face alone with his hands moving back down to her Stomach to caress her there while waiting for a response.
 
Celeste shivered beneath Peter's hands, his touch intoxicating, making her pulse pound in her ears. Every slow, deliberate glide of his oiled fingers over her body sent another wave of pleasure rippling through her, the heat in her core building with every teasing stroke. He was taking his time, and fuck, she loved it. Loved the way he worshipped her with his touch, how his body trembled with restraint above her, how his cock throbbed with need, the head of it flushed and slick, aching to be buried inside her.

But she wasn't the only one enjoying the show.

Her gaze flicked past Peter for just a moment, settling on Megan, still standing behind that half-height cage, as if she needed something—anything—to hold onto. Her grip was white-knuckled, her arms wrapping tightly around herself as though she could suppress the arousal plain on her flushed cheeks. The way her chest rose and fell, the sharp little breaths she took, the way her lips parted ever so slightly—oh, Megan was enjoying this. She was embarrassed by just how much.

Celeste smirked, letting her fingers trail up Peter's forearm, dragging her nails lightly over his skin, watching the way his jaw tensed at the sensation. She wanted to put on a show. She wanted to make Megan squirm.

"Like what you see?" she murmured, just loud enough for Megan to hear. The other woman jolted, her fingers twitching over the bars of the cage, her eyes darting to Peter, as if unsure whether she was supposed to be caught looking. Celeste arched her back just slightly, reveling in the way Peter's hands flexed against her stomach, in the deep inhale he took at the movement beneath him, his control slipping with every subtle shift of her body.

She let her legs part just a little wider beneath his touch, an unmistakable invitation. His fingers hovered at the edge of her heat, so close yet maddeningly far, the ghost of his breath fanning across her skin as he watched her, eyes dark with need. She wasn't sure which of them shuddered harder—her, Peter, or Megan, whose sharp intake of breath barely masked the whimper she tried to suppress. Celeste smirked even as pleasure flooded her senses. Oh, she was going to enjoy this.
 
He was mesmerized by how beautiful she was as she arched in pleasure from his touch with the way the light shined off her radiant skin from the oil. When she spread her legs further for him his eyes rose up her inner thighs with that very sexy move to finally focus on her gorgeous, wet, slick pussy lips open to his eyes now. He wanted nothing more than to slide his fingers up along her sensitive folds and start rubbing her there to watch her moan in pleasure, but no… no not just yet!

"Like what you see?" she asked as his warm, strong, hands rubbed, needed, and stroked over her glorious body following where his hungry, aroused, eyes enjoyed her. Together with the touch of her fingers on his forearm he turned his eyes to her face, but didn't stop massaging her stomach softly. A soft, pleasured smile lighted his handsome face only for her. He felt a strong connection with her right now and although he knew Megan was watching, and that made it even hotter, his full concentration was on Celeste.

Celeste's touch to his arm and his work over her lovely stomach made his hard cock throb again and more pre-cum dripped out, making a drip on the floor that he didn't notice. His sent was stronger the more aroused he was, a sent she would find very pleasing and arousing. In a low, half moaning voice over whelmed with hot arousal for her that he was working to hold back from taking her with right then and there he said, "Ohhhh… yes" before looking back to his hands moving down her thighs before moving back up her belly and up to her ribs. "… You are so gorgeous and feel so good in my hands…" His eyes went back to her face, hot lust and desire beaming from his handsome face as his hands moved up to just under her breasts, "… I can't hold back my desires for you anymore…" he said as his hands never stopped as he said this, ending with his warm hands sliding up over the swell of her breasts.

His fingers slid up from bottom to nipple first over her lovely mounds followed by his palm. Once his warm, sooth, oiled hand slid on top of her breasts he gave them a squeeze in his strong hand as his eyes stayed on her eyes. His hands slowly loosened only to slide down a bit and then move back up with his fingers running around the outside of her breasts and his thumb running on the inside of her breasts before he cupped them, squeezed, and pulled up. Her breasts slid through his cupping hands until his thumb met his index and middle fingers at her nipples, pinching and tugging at them slightly before his fingers slid back down and did the same thing again and again and again. His eyes went back and forth from her eyes to her breasts to monitor what he was doing before going back to her pretty face to watch her reactions. He loved how her body reacted to his touch and coupled with her facial expressions he couldn't help but throb and drip more pre-cum from his now raging rock hard cock! "Mmmmm…. I've wanted to do this all day…" he moaned before leaning down and kissing her right nipple while his hands continued to massage her lovely breasts, turning him on even more!
 
A shuddering breath left Celeste's lips as Peter's hands roamed her body with slow, deliberate worship, his touch igniting something deep and insatiable within her. The way he marveled at her, drinking in every curve, every quiver beneath his fingertips—it sent a dark thrill coursing through her veins. His voice, thick with arousal, curled around her like smoke, his words making her stomach tighten, making her drip for him just as he did for her. Her breath hitched as his hands traced higher, up from her thighs, sweeping along her ribs, his palms gliding over her skin as if memorizing every inch.

Oh, he was holding back. She could feel it. And that made it all the more delicious.

Celeste arched into his touch, her nipples pebbling under his skilled hands, her breath catching at the way he cupped and teased her breasts, the heat pooling low in her stomach intensifying with each stroke, each squeeze. Her lashes fluttered as he pinched, tugged—her lips parting in a soft, breathy moan as her body responded instinctively, back bowing ever so slightly, pushing into his hands, offering herself up for more.

Her fingers trailed up his arm, nails dragging gently along his skin as she let out a low, sultry hum. "Mmm, Peter…" she murmured, her voice velvet and honey, thick with pleasure. Her thighs shifted, spreading just a fraction wider beneath him, hips subtly tilting up in a silent demand.

She let the words settle between them like an unspoken challenge, her gaze hooded, hungry, as she watched his restraint waver. Then she did it—her nails raking over his wrist before sliding down, lower, lower, letting her nails hook slightly over the bumps of his flesh, from muscles to hip bone before finally ghosting his length. Watching his face and body, enjoying the reactions she was coaxing from him. That was what she thrived on, made her blood sing with heat and her gut tighten with need.
 
Every shutter of her body against his hands, every soft moan he pulled form her beautiful body, every sudden hitch of her breath, and every gorgeous arch into his hands of her body sent Peter's rock hard cock to throbbing and his mouth to open in a soft moan of arousal. He loved that she didn't stop him as he cupped and fondled her beautiful breasts. He loved how she gave in to his desires to touch her and pleasure her. Her smooth skin and arching of her mounds into his hands felt amazing as he squeezed them and slid his fingers up to trap her hardening nipples between them. He watched her pretty face as he pinched her nipples and smiled with a deep, aroused, moaning breath himself to see her in so much pleasure from what he was doing.

It was a powerful feeling to have such a beautiful woman lost in his touch and begging for more. It didn't matter where he was, he could be stuck in hell itself and he'd want to stay right there and give Celeste the pleasure she wanted. Peter continued to caress and fondle her breasts in hi strong warm hand as she arched, moaned and hummed, "Mmm, Peter,,," WOW, what a delicious sound he thought as his hard cock throbbed again and dripped more in hot desire for her.

He enjoyed her touch, keeping the connection between a two way street, but he wasn't ready for her to slide her delicate fingers down his hip and then brush his rock hard cock. When she did that his hands squeezed her breasts a little tighter and then stopped for a moment as the electricity shooting through his body completely overwhelmed him. She could feel his hard cock throb and bob up into her fingers soon after her soft touch, while his eyes closed, his whole body gave a shutter and his mouth opened in a helpless, soft, "oooohhhhh….." He recovered a second later to looking down at her hand and then to her pretty face with a soft, appreciative smile. He didn't need to say anything, his eyes told her she could touch him in any way she wanted for he loved it.

Peter didn't stop. His hands circled and cupped her breasts again to squeeze and slide her breasts back through his fondling, strong, warm, tight, hands. He leaned down again as he held her breasts and nipples up with her back arching to bring her left nipple to his mouth. His eyes stayed on her pretty face as he slightly opened his mouth to let his tongue slip out and over her left nipple. He circled it twice before taking it between his warm lips. His eyes stayed on her face as he slowly sucked her sensitive body into his warm mouth and letting his soft lips slide down over the smooth mound her nipple stood on. "MMmmmmm…." He moaned against her left breast as he took it onto his mouth and started to flick her nipple with his tongue. At the same time his left hand fingers pinched down more strongly and twisted her right nipple to play with her sensations.

He watched her face, loving her reaction and feeling her body's reaction as he took as much of her beautiful breast into his mouth before sucking back up her sensitive flesh while his tongue circled and circled, and circled her nipple until suddenly changing to flicking it relentlessly in his warm mouth. When his lips go back to the top they separated from her breast with a loud "POP!" before he stuck his tongue out to flick and lick at her nipple again while he half smiled and watched her face. "MMmmmm…. I don't want to stop… You're all mine right now…." And then he moved to her right breast. He held her punished nipple up to his mouth before taking it between his soft lips and then sliding them down over her right breast in the same way. He repeated his work on both of her breasts the same way he had the other. He enjoyed worshipping her more than anything in the world at that moment.
 
Celeste's breath hitched, her lips parting on a soft, gasping moan as Peter lavished attention on her breasts, his mouth and hands expertly playing her body like he already knew every inch of her. The way he watched her, never looking away as he teased and tormented her nipples, sent a delicious shiver rolling down her spine. The wet flicks of his tongue, the possessive squeeze of his hands—it was intoxicating, but what truly set her pulse racing was that helpless, broken moan he let out when she touched him. The way his cock had twitched, the way his body had momentarily shuddered beneath her fingers—oh, she loved that.

A slow, knowing smirk curled her lips as she dragged her nails up his arm, deliberately digging them in just enough to make him flinch beneath her grip. "Mmm… Peter…" she purred, tilting her head as she looked down at him. "Look at you…"

Her fingers trailed back down, teasing along the slick, swollen head of his cock before wrapping around his length with a firm, possessive grip. There was no hesitation, no shyness—just control. She squeezed, slow and deliberate, taking her time as she mapped out every ridge and vein with her fingers. When she finally began to stroke, her pace was lazy, unhurried, just enough to make him ache for more—but not enough to satisfy.

"You're throbbing for me…" she mused, her voice thick with amusement as she arched against his mouth, pressing her nipple harder between his lips, as if daring him to do more. Her grip on his cock tightened in response to the desperate twitch beneath her fingers. "Dripping for me… helpless for me…"

Her thumb circled over his slit, smearing the evidence of his need as she slowed her strokes to an unbearable crawl. Every time his hips shifted forward, every time he sought more, she denied him—her grip easing, her touch lightening until it was barely a ghost of sensation. She watched the tension ripple through his body, watched his muscles flex as he struggled not to rut desperately into her hand like a needy thing.

With a sharp tug, her free hand tangled into his hair, jerking his head back just enough to force him to meet her gaze. Her pupils were blown wide, her expression dark, wicked.

"You said I'm all yours right now," she whispered, her lips a breath away from his, her fingers tightening just enough to make him feel how much control she had. "But you're the one shaking under my touch, aren't you?" Her grip on his cock tightened, her strokes slow but merciless. "Be good for me, Peter… and maybe I'll let you have me."
 
Peter felt the dig of her sharp nails against his forearm as he took her nipple into his month again. His eyes looked up into her face as she scratched his skin, deliberately digging her nails into his skin to inform her she licked it rough. He smiled back to see her smile and feel her nails rake his skin. Red lines formed on his forearm, yet he didn't pull away. Her hot moan of his name was incredibly arousing as he sucked on her breast. Then she looked at his hard cock, making it throb for her once more before her fingers trailed over his fully swollen cock-head. His dripping pre-cum coated her finger tips as she played with him. He moaned hotly against her breast within his mouth as she touched him. His hard cock throbbed against her touch, his hips moved slightly into her touch and his eyes closed in sudden aroused pleasure.

When she slid her fingers down over his large swollen girth and gripped him firmly she could feel his hard, hot, cock throb for her in excitement. His eyes opened again heavy with aroused pleasure, as his lips slid up her breast with the intent of suckling on her nipple, but her hand forced his mouth open into a hot, shocked, "Uuuuhhhh…. Celeste…mmmm" that turned into a moan for her. He hadn't expected her to do that, but it was a dream come true that felt so good!

As she squeezed him harder and then slowly stroked his sensitive cock, he throbbed harder in her hand while his hips moved slightly with her hand. After his initial moan he tried to say "I can't help it you're so….uuuhhhh" before she stroked him into a helpless moan from his mouth opening wider and trapped in pleasure by her grasping hand. His handsome face flush with hot pleasure from her hand. She could feel his thick, hard cock with every ridge promising great pleasure. His size perfect for her, maybe slightly bigger than perfect? A perfect straight in the air, but hard deep ridges and a large vein at the top base in the perfect place for riding him face to face or missionary.

Then she moaned, "You're throbbing for me…" and he nodded with his eyes closing in a helplessly hot moan, "ooohhhh….yes" and his cock throbbing again. More pre-cum dripped out to her stroking hands as she controlled his shifting hips. When she arched her breasts up to his mouth he opened his mouth and sucked back down on them gratefully. He watched her pretty face as he sucked hard on her breast and flicked her nipple with his tongue before she said, "Dripping for me… helpless for her…" "OOOOhhhh…mmmmm… yes…. uuuhhhh" He moaned as he dripped more pre-cum and throbbed hard in her hand.

When she moved her thumb over his sensitive cock-head and rubbed his slick pre-cum into hit he throbbed harder, twitching in her hand from her expert touches. "mmmMMMm..uuuuhhhhh" he moaned letting go of her breasts in his mouth again with helpless pleasure etched on his face. His hips thrusting up against her thumb. "uuuhhh… Celeste" He whispered in hot pleasure, unable to speak much louder. Instead, he responded by squeezing and cupping her breasts in his strong hands. He pushed her breasts together before leaning in to lick and gently bite at her nipples before letting go to pinch at her nipples again.

In the next instant things changed as she quickly grabbed his hair and tugged his head up closer to her face. He totally didn't expect anything like this which made him completely freeze in her sudden grasp, "Oh! WOW!" He took in a sharp breath, his handsome face shocked in silence and his rainbowed hazel eyes changed from heavily pleasured to excitedly wide with alert of fear. The sudden intense look in her sexy eyes and wicked look in her beautiful face was incredibly arousing. He was unexpectedly captured by her stunning look to which he didn't dare breathe in that hot moment.

As she whispered, "You said I'm all yours right now, but you're the one shaking under my touch, aren't you?" He throbbed harder in her hand as she gripped him tighter in such a sexy moment. His eyes never left her's, but his mouth slowly opened a little wider as she squeezed and stroked him, forcing a soft, "uuuhhhh… yes…" moan from him. As she continued with "Be good for me, Peter… and maybe I'll let you have me" he responded with a breathless moan, "ooohh… yes please…" while wanting to kiss her.

Just as he took his first breath with them so close his right hand started sliding down her rubs and stomach while his eyes stayed locked on her eyes. In a hot whisper he asked, "May I…?" as his hand reached down between her legs to find her lovely pussy lips and start running his index, middle, and ring fingers over her slick slit in soft circles if she let him?
 
Celeste had never done this before. Not like this.

Sure, she’d had moments where she teased, played coy, maybe even took the lead for a few heated seconds before letting someone else take over. But this—this power—it was intoxicating.

Peter's face was caught between arousal and something close to pleading, his cock throbbing against her palm, so hard and needy that just the sight of him sent a sharp pulse of desire through her own core. And he was looking at her like that—like she could undo him with just a word.

God. She had never realized how good this could feel.

His breath hitched as she squeezed him again, just to test, just to see what he’d do. His hips twitched, his mouth parted on a ragged, helpless moan, and something inside her thrilled at the sound.

Her. She had done that to him. And she wanted more.

Peter’s hand slid downward, his fingers brushing against the slick heat between her thighs. She gasped, her body instinctively arching into the touch, and for a split second, she almost let him continue.

But no. Not yet.

A slow, wicked smile curved her lips—one she barely recognized as her own—as she caught his wrist and stilled him. “May you?” she echoed, her voice soft, teasing. Testing.

She should be nervous. She should feel silly, trying to act like she was in control. But Peter's muscles tense, eyes dark with hunger. He was the one reacting. He was the one waiting for her.

The realization made her bolder. “Mm… I don’t know,” she murmured, tilting her head as she studied his face. “I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.”

She rocked forward, letting the heat of her core brush just barely against the fingers next to her lips, watching his lips part on a breathless groan. He was so responsive, every tiny movement making him shudder, making his fingers flex beneath her grip like he ached to touch her.

She liked that. God, she liked that.

“I like you like this,” she admitted, voice hushed, almost like she was confessing a secret. She leaned down, pressing her lips to his ear, her breath hot against his skin. “So desperate. So good for me.”

His cock throbbed against her, another drop of pre-cum slicking the tip, and she grinned, dragging her thumb over the head, smearing the wetness, watching him shudder. This is power, a voice whispered in the back of her mind. And he loves it just as much as you do.

“Beg me, Peter.” The words left her lips before she could second-guess them, her own breath hitching at how commanding they sounded, how natural they felt rolling off her tongue.
 
She was beautiful and the hot look she gave him held him trapped as she squeezed and stroked him with hot erotic desire. He had never felt so aroused and so wanting in his life. Nothing else mattered around them. It only mattered that Celeste wanted him and he wanted her. "MMmmm…" he moaned softly with a sexy knowing smile curling over his lips when she gasped at his warm fingers sliding down over her wet pussy. "Oh you feel so nice in my hands Celeste…" he whispered with a moan while his fingers circled around her sensitive folds.

The circling of his fingers changed to a rubbing up and down her slick slit with his index and ring fingers gliding over her lips while his middle finger pushed in slightly to find her clit, but before he could pleasure her more she grabbed his arm and stopped him. His arm froze as a confused look came over his face. He listened intently as she said, "May you? Mm… I don't know, I don't think you've earned it yet." His eyebrows shot up with exaggerated questioning on his face before it slowly morphed into a playful smirk. He replied, "Oh?! And what do I need to do to earn it?" he then looked down at her gorgeous body as she moved her sweet pussy against his held close fingers.

He looked back up to her as she continued, "I like you like this. So desperate. So good for me." And his mouth fell open again in a silent, hot moan as she rubbed his swollen tip again with her relentless thumb. His eyes stayed locked on her's as his mouth slowly feel open in a silent moan held in from the intense pleasure she forced on his trapped cock until a moment later the moan fell out helplessly, "Uuuuhhhh…. Celeste…." Feel out as his rock hard cock throbbed and pulsated for her. He wanted to say more, but the intense pleasure of the moment as he stared into her eyes with his rainbow hazels wouldn't let him. "Beg me Peter" she said. He slowly nodded before begging, "uuuuhhhh… P…Please… Celeste… please let me touch you… mmmm." Peter had known since he was 14 that he had submissive and victim erotic thoughts with a beautiful woman, but he had suppressed them most of his life and learned to be the dominant in a relationship. Something was different with Celeste. Something seemed so natural, something…. Something like being sexually dominated by her… and it was fucking super hot!

He then looked down at her lovely body again and tried to move his hand back to her pussy before looking down to her hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. "MMMmmm…. Ohhh Celeste…" and he looked back up into her eyes, "… Your hand feels so good around my cock… ooohhh…" She could feel him starting to swell more. If she let him slide his fingers back over her sweet pussy his index and ring finger would go back to sliding up and down her slick pussy lips while his middle fingers would circle and dip inside her warm womanhood until he could find her clit to then rub and flick with the pad of his middle finger. All the while watching her pretty face, studying her reactions as he would worked on her.
 
She shouldn't be enjoying this so much.

Not when she'd spent her whole life not being the one in charge, not when she wasn't the type to take the lead—to dictate what happened and when. And yet, the way Peter looked at her now, wide-eyed and desperate, the way his body strained beneath her every touch… it sent a sharp thrill through her.

He wanted this. Wanted her. His moan was sweet, raw, filled with need as he nodded and finally gave her what she asked for. "Uuuuhhhh… P…Please… Celeste… please let me touch you… mmmm."

God.

Her core clenched at the sound, her body instinctively urging her to give in, to let his fingers slide back where she ached for them. And for a moment, she considered it. For a moment, she almost let him. But then he twitched in her grasp, his cock thick and hot in her palm, and she was the one who made him that way. That knowledge alone was enough to keep her in control. She hummed, pretending to consider, dragging her fingers lazily up his shaft, feeling the way he throbbed in her grasp. "Mmm… I don't know…" she murmured, watching his expression, drinking in the way his rainbow-flecked hazel eyes darkened with need. Peter whimpered—actually whimpered—when she squeezed just a little tighter.

God, it was so easy to unravel him.

"I think you like being teased," she continued, her voice soft, teasing, her grip relaxing just slightly before tightening again. He gasped, hips twitching, eyes fluttering closed. "I think you love being at my mercy like this. You're so sensitive, Peter…" she whispered, letting her breath ghost over his lips, but not kissing him. Not yet. "All this for me?"

She should deny him. She wanted to deny him. But she was greedy too, and God, she was wet. "…Fine," she breathed, releasing his wrist.

His fingers were on her instantly, sliding back between her slick folds, and she sucked in a sharp breath, her hips rocking instinctively into the touch. Fuck. She hadn't realized how much she'd wanted that until now. A slow, wicked grin curled over Peter's lips. He knew. He knew. "Celeste," he whispered, his voice warm, reverent, as he circled her clit with just the right amount of pressure, making her shudder.

Her grip on his cock tightened instinctively, and he groaned, his hips jerking up into her grasp. Celeste let out a breathless laugh, half-dazed, drunk on power and pleasure alike. Her hand moved, pumping him harder. As she was slowly loosing control, the grip on his cock tightened. More so than she would normally grip a cock, the pumping was more like a strangle than anything else but she was enjoying herself. The power exchange between them was almost intoxicating.

So this is what it feels like to be in control…
 
Peter didn't expect her to play the innocent stroker back to him, but as she expertly teased and stroked his throbbing cock as she pretended to consider letting him touch her made his body shutter, his eyes close again in helpless pleasure with a hot moan falling from his open mouth, "Uuuhhh… CelesssmmmMMMMmmm…ahhhh" was all he could do before half opening his eyes to worship the beautiful woman taking his hard cock to height he only dreamed of. When she said, "I think you like being teased," he could only moan. She was right, but he couldn't say yes or fight back, only whimper and moan from her touch and sexy eyes.

When she loosened her grip teasingly only to grip it harder and stroke his hips thrusted his throbbing hard cock up into her hand and his back arched a bit while he fought to keep his eyes locked on her's when she forced such pleasure on his body. Then she said, "I think you love being at my mercy like this. You're so sensitive, Peter…" to which he helplessly responded with heavy eyes and a slowly opening mouth as he nodded to both accusation. Her sexy words were spot on and overwhelmed him coming from such a beautiful woman! He couldn't even get out a moan from his slightly open mouth with how overwhelmed he was from her sexiness. She felt his rock hard cock throb and pulsate in her hand again as it swelled and filled with cum for her ready to burst.

As she breathed against his lips he leaned in helplessly to kiss her, but didn't dare yet as she said, "All this for me?" he could tell she was considering a host of possibilities, but she instructed him to go back to pleasuring her. He smiled and started caressing and playing with her sweet pussy. "Oohhh… yess…" he moaned as he found her clit with his middle finger pad. He continued to stroke the outsides of her pussy lips with his index and ring finger, but his attention went to feeling her clit with his middle finger. He played with it, circling and rubbing her clit before then flicking it while his eyes stayed on hers.

Then she started stroking his swollen hard cock faster and tighter. "OOOHHHH!! Celeste!! Your…your…MMmmmm…" His face contorted in hot pleasure as his hips thrust up into her hand and his back arched a bit. His eyes then half closed as his head fell back for a moment from the intense feeling. His fingers stopped working her clit for a moment, but he recovered fast and continued. He looked down at her lovely hand stroking his hard cock and more pre-cum fell out. She could feel him getting close, his hot, throbbing hard cock swelled, pulsated, and filled with cum about to burst for her.

His eyes went back to her beautiful body laying on the table in front of him as his fingers got back to work. He started flicking her clit faster in rhythm with her hand stroking his cock. His other hand reached out and grasped and fondled her breasts before pinching one nipple. His index finger joined his middle finger in her pussy to team up against her clit and let it rub and pinch between them. "OOOOhhh…. Celeste… your so beautiful… Your hand…. uuuuhhhh… I'm gunna…uuuhhh … Cum for me Celeste! I'm gunna….uuuhhh"
 
She had never been like this before.

Never the one in control, never the one dictating every delicious second of someone else's pleasure. And yet, as Peter moaned and whimpered beneath her touch, as his hips twitched and his eyes went heavy with need, something dark and intoxicating unfurled inside her. She loved it. Loved the way he was coming undone for her, the way his cock throbbed helplessly in her grip, the way his voice cracked with pleasure as he gasped her name. Her strokes quickened, her fingers tightening just enough to make him shudder, and she drank in the way he fell apart beneath her. "Mmm, Peter," she purred, voice thick with amusement and arousal alike. "Look at you. You're so close already, aren't you?"

His only answer was a choked moan, his head falling back for a second before he forced himself to meet her gaze again. God, she loved that. That desperate attempt to hold onto some semblance of control when he had none—not when she was the one setting the pace, the one deciding when, if, he got to finish. His fingers faltered against her clit, and she very nearly scolded him for it, but then he recovered—his touch turning more focused, more desperate, flicking against her swollen nub in time with her strokes. Celeste inhaled sharply, her body instinctively rocking into his touch, her pleasure winding tighter and tighter, mirroring his own.

His eyes burned into hers, glazed and desperate as he moaned, "Oooohhh…. Celeste… you're so beautiful… your hand… uuuuhhhh…"

Her stomach tightened, heat coiling low, and she should stop—she should tease him more, make him beg her to let him come. But God, she was greedy.

"You want to come for me?" she murmured, giving him one long, firm stroke that had him whimpering. Her grip tightened. Her strokes quickened as her own climax was beginning to build and unable to stop herself. "Do it," she whispered, her lips barely brushing his. "Come with me, Peter."
 
Peter's eyes were locked on her's as his hard cock throbbed and pulsated in her hand. His hips moved with her hand as if she controlled him directly. His mouth slowly feel open in a silent, hot, overwhelmed moan that wouldn't come out as she purred, "Look at you. You're so close already, aren't you?" He responded with a helpless, intense, pleasured moan and needy half gasp that sounded as trapped in his throat as his cock was in her hand, "eehhhh…uuuuhhh…. Cele….uuuuuhhhhh… gunna…." As all he could get out as she had him right on the edge.

He continued to rub at her slick pussy lips and as she started stroking him faster, he kept up with his rubbing fingers. He made sure to change it up by rubbing in circles, then up and down and back and forth. He plunged his two fingers back into her again and flicked at her clit. His fingers then circles around her clit before rubbing up and down on either side of it. He then gave it a little pinch between his fingers before circling around it again. Then back to flicking it. Just as he was flicking her clit again that she said, "You want to come for me?" And he nodded with a strangled, "UUuhhhh… yes…." Quietly while he looked into her eyes and leans closer to her. He leaned in and kissed her if she let him.

He used his two fingers to fuck her pussy, plunging deeper inside forcefully while making sure to rub his long fingers against her clit. He tried to hold on himself longer, but not long after she said, "Do it, Come with me, Peter" he couldn't help his hot breaths and the intense pleasure she gave him. She could feel his cock swell completely with his seed and then his whole body convulse against her stroking hand as he exploded for her, "OOOOHHHH… Celeste… Cum for me!! UUUUhhh…I'm gunna… Celes…. UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" His hips bucked and his eyes half closed while still on her face. His hot breath caught without release as he exploded in her hand again and again. His seed splashing over her stomach and hips. Meanwhile his fingers continued as much as they could to fuck her pussy, keeping the power and speed into her. He exploded for her three times before his cock was spent.
 
Celeste was soaked, her body trembling against Peter's fingers as he plunged them deeper, faster, rubbing and teasing her in ways that made her breath hitch. The pressure in her core coiled tighter, her nerves set alight by the combination of his desperate touch and the raw pleasure of owning his release. Her strokes never faltered, gripping his thick, pulsing cock and milking him as he exploded.

"OOOHHHH… Celeste… Cum for me!!" His voice cracked, overwhelmed, his body convulsing as thick ropes of his seed spilled over her stomach, her thighs—everywhere.

It was messy. It was filthy. And she loved it. His fingers never stopped, pressing against her clit, fucking into her with desperate force, and Celeste gasped—her own pleasure cresting, breaking, consuming her. Her nails dug into his shoulder as she cried out, her body shuddering through the waves of her orgasm, her muscles clenching around his fingers, drawing them deeper as she came undone with him. For a few breathless moments, the room was nothing but heat and heavy panting, their bodies still tangled, trembling.

Then—

A slow, deliberate chuckle filled the air, smooth and knowing. "My, my," the voice crooned, dripping with amusement. "Such good little pets. So eager to perform. So… entertaining."

Celeste stiffened, reality crashing back into her as the voice continued.

"As a reward, I'll even leave you be until morning. Enjoy your feast. Sleep well."

Her stomach flipped, but before she could react, the front door slammed open for a single, jarring second—just long enough for a cart, laden with food, to be shoved into the room before the door slammed shut again.

Click. Click. Click, click, click, click, click…

The locks fell back into place, one after another, reminding her—mocking her—of exactly where they were. Celeste exhaled shakily, heat still clinging to her skin, a new kind of flush creeping up her neck. She wasn't embarrassed by him—no, Peter had been perfect—but by how completely she had forgotten, how deep she had sunk into the moment. She swallowed, finally daring to meet Peter's gaze, her lips parting to say something, anything, but—

Her stomach growled. Loudly. She blinked. Then, despite everything, despite the voice, despite the locks, despite the fact that they were still flushed and tangled— She laughed. "Well, at least we have some food now," she said awkwardly and slightly blushed under Peter's gaze.
 
Peter was breathing hard from the hot excitement he had held in right before he came hard for her. He could hardly believe how sexy she looked with his to seed splashed all over her shiny stomach and thighs. Even though she had just taken all of him onto her belly he knew he had to finish her. He watched her beautiful body and sexy face show him how much pleasure he was giving her and it filled him with joy. She had made him cum with such power and hot eroticism that he knew he wanted more, and there was no better way to get more than to bring her pleasure that rocked her body.

He smiled and moaned, "OOhhhh yes… cum for me Celeste… Wow you are so sexy!" he kept the movement of his fingers up, fucking her through her orgasm. Just as she came back down from the highest heights he knew just when to slow down and finally stop before it got painful. He let her take a breath or two as he too slowed his heart rate and breathing. He smiled to her and whispered, "That was amazing… I loved it…" he then leaned down to kiss her, his soft lips caressing and gently sucking on hers for a moment before the Voice chuckled and ripped them both back to their dark reality!

Peter closed his eyes with an expression of exasperated defeat for a moment. He turned towards the sound of the door opening. He dashed, completely naked with his cock still semi hard! He dashed towards the door, trying to get their before it closed, but no luck! He slammed his shoulder into the door as he grabbed the handle, trying desperately to open it. "LET US OUT YOU FUCK-TARD!" It wasn't his best one liner, but just came out from the pure emotions. When he realized he couldn't open the door he slammed his fist into it and turned back to the others and the food. He took a deep, slow, exaggerated, breath too calm himself down and collect his thoughts.

His eyes first went to Celeste. Their eyes met. He didn't know what she was thinking in that moment. She looked like she was about to say something to him, but… didn't. Peter simply stood, breathing a bit hard and studying her. Did she not like what just happened, did she love it? Was something wrong? He didn't know what to say. She finally broke the unease when she laughed, "Well, at least we have some food now". Peter shot her an easy smile and he took let himself laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

Peter looked at himself as if noticing that he was naked for the first time and commented, "I think I'm going to get my boxers. Don't wait for me, let's eat!!" he walked over to Celeste and helped her get down off the table. Then he grabbed his boxers and put them back on before walking to the food cart where the other's were already eating… except for one. Peter didn't care right now, he was too hungry. He started eating what looked good on the cart.
 
The scent hit first—real food, hot and rich, filling the stale air with something tempting. Celeste's stomach clenched, her body still buzzing from before, but survival instincts took priority now. Food. They needed food. Quickly, she moved to think sink and used just a little bit of water to wash off Peter's seed. Enough for her to not feel sticky with it. A slight shuffle of movement caught her attention. Megan stepped forward hesitantly, half-embarrassed, half-eager. Her eyes darted between Celeste and the food, her hunger outweighing whatever shame had kept her back before. Moving forward to quickly start picking at the food and trying to ignore the clear arousal that still hung in the air slightly as it reeked of food and sex.

Celeste exhaled, rolling her shoulders back as if to shake off the tension still clinging to her skin. Without another word, she moved toward the cart, flipping open the first tray and plucking a still-warm piece of bread from the pile. She bit into it without hesitation, the taste of butter and salt hitting her tongue like a drug. A sharp huff came from the bedroom.

She didn't have to look to know that Damian was watching. He hadn't moved, still standing in the doorway, arms crossed, jaw tight. But his stomach betrayed him—a low, unmistakable growl rumbling through the space. Celeste glanced up mid-bite, arching a brow. Only part of her felt bad for him, especially as she went back to eating. Making sure to leave more than a little food left for Damian for when he could eat. She didn't like him so far but she wasn't a monster. Her eyes moving to find Peter, Celeste didn't mind eating nude. After all, everyone in the room just watched him cum hard while completely naked and right now she didn't feel the need to get dressed again just yet in her panties and bra.
 
Peter grabbed three cups of various sizes and shapes and took up some water from the sink before coming over to the food cart. He handed a cup to Megan first and then to Celeste. When he handed the cup to Celeste he smiled brightly and whispered, "You were amazing, I loved dessert before dinner." he chuckled with a smile before starting to eat. He ate and drank his fill from the cart and cup. The food was pretty good he had to admit. While they were eating he moved closer to Celeste and said, "What's your favorite food?", but then in a lower whisper as he put food over his mouth as if about to eat it, "Should we attempt it?" and his eyes shot a glance over to Damian. After Celeste answered his initial question he also looked towards Megan, "What's yours?" before whispering the same to her while putting another piece of bread in his mouth slowly to cover the whisper. Peter knew what he wanted to do, but he also knew they were all in this together and nothing could be accomplished without consensus.

When they asked him his favorite food he replied, "Burger and a chocolate milkshake!" he then laughed. "Go without those for a few months and you'll react just like Tony Stark did in Ironman one." He tried to keep their conversation light while covering his worry and anxiety at all six relationships in the room. He watched Megan, gaging her reactions to having just watched Celeste and himself masterbate each other. He also watched Damian for similar reasons and how much he needed food. Finally his eyes went back to Celeste. He had trouble keeping his eyes elsewhere truth be told. He gaged her reaction to him after their hot happy ending massage. Would she be embarrassed, angry, nervous, or happy and loving towards him? He shot her a pleasant, warm, loving smile in return to assure her he enjoyed it and had not ill feelings. Maybe he shouldn't over think things, he had a tendency to do that.

Peter too left a decent amount on the cart in cause Damian had a change of heart. As they were close to finishing, Peter said out loud, "So any escape ideas?"
 
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