Chapter forty

Damien's POV

Eve was standing next to Damon, her satin-clad thigh almost touching his trousers. As she made to turn away, he reached out a hand and grasped the belt at her waist. She did not pull away as he drew one hand down her satin covered flank, getting the belt to go.

Eve closed her eyes as the belt slithered to the floor and Damon’s hands closed on her waist. I watched Damon stroke her soft belly, reach up to feel her breasts, and then slid a hand down to cup her lace-covered cunt. One fingertip scratched lightly at the fabric triangle.

Eve’s knees seemed to grow weak as he handled her. I watched, with a crooked grin, as Damon teased and aroused her. She swayed towards me, wishing I would touch her too, but I controlled the urge too, rather choosing to watch

Damon slid two fingers inside her panties, Eve squirmed as he twirled her pubic hair, stroking it away from her epi centre, but holding back from touching her slippery folds. From her expression, I knew she was dying to have him touch her clit.

In a swift move he dragged her breasts free so that the full globes and dark nipples were exposed. Lifted by the cups and resting on the rim of boned fabric beneath them, her generous breasts were out for all to see.

I reached out my hand and slipped it into the top of her lace panties, dipped between her legs, parted her labia, and slid one finger into her. ‘Mmm. She’s nice and wet. And look at those firm titties.”

Then I withdrew my hand and stood up. Damon then gripped her hips and pushed her belly down onto the dinning table as she gave a muffled protest. Her bare breasts were pressed against the cool wood.

Eve’s cheeks flamed as Damon dragged down her panties and left them cuffed beneath the underswell of her buttocks. He exerted a gentle pressure so that she was pushed further onto the table. Her feet slipped on the tiled floor and her legs splayed lewdly outwards.

Her sex was clearly visible between her parted thighs, the wet red lips peeping through the luxurious red-brown hair. Oh Lord, it was so arousing, that I desired to have her, I could not help but rub my bulging cock, ‘Nice arse,’ I said. ‘A bit too pale though, I’ll have to remedy that.’ Eve bit her lip as the first open-handed slap landed squarely on her right buttock. She gathered herself to meet the pain, but she was so worked up it felt more like a rough caress.

I could tell that she enjoyed it? And she was loving every minute of it. While I spanked her right buttock, now and then stopping to circle the blushing flesh with a soothing palm, Damon gave his full attention to the left.

She moaned and writhed with the stinging pleasure, I felt the wetness pool between her legs, she really was enjoying this.

With her bottom glowing hot red, we stopped the spanking. It was obvious that Eve was almost disappointed. She had liked the feeling of being spanked by both of us.

I reached underneath her and grasped her breasts. Kneading them, I circled the turgid nipples with my thumb. Eve held her breath. Her nipples were dark and hard, I knew she loved having them pinched, another trickle of warm juice dripped from inside her. If I kept on doing this, she was going to climax.

Damon then pressed his hard cock against her soaking vulva, the domed tip brushing firmly against her clitoris, of their own volition her hips began to weave. She arched her back, pushing out her simmering bottom, spreading her legs wider, straining them apart, as his cock moved towards her hungry vagina. It circled the orifice, the tip edging inside her, but not going in very far.

Eve almost wept with frustration as we teased her. Her cum trickled down Damon's cock, ‘Youre one hot little piece, Eve.’ Damon said huskily. ‘I think she’s ready, You first?’ ‘After you, bro,’ I said gallantly.

Damon opened the buttons on his trousers, as she leaned towards him, eager to watch his cock spring free. The bulge tenting his underwear held great promise, his member thick and veiny, which was how she liked it.

Damon didn’t take down his trousers, he just reached a hand in and drew out his penis. Eve licked her lips. It was just as she liked it, not over-long, but thick and with big shiny glans. Somehow seeing it sticking out of his trousers collared by the open fly of his white boxers, was more exciting than seeing him naked.

He put a hand on the back of her head, but she needed no urging to take him into her mouth. Running her tongue down his length, she worked her mouth back and forth, sucking and spreading spittle along his length. Damon grunted and stroked her face, meshing his fingers in her silky hair.

I moved between her thighs, my fingers on her sex, spreading her swollen labia, fluttering over her inner folds. I looked down at her exposed sex, she bucked as my hands brushed against her mildly sore buttocks, eager for the penetration that was to come. I pushed two fingers inside her while my thumb spread her juices upwards then gently circled her anus.

With my other hand I spread her buttocks apart until the tight, puckered orifice was lewdly stretched open. She steeled herself for the insertion of my thumb. As I pushed it into her, she cried out at the unfamiliar invasion. The base of my thumb was wedged up hard against the inner surface.

With both fingers and thumb buried deeply inside her pulsing flesh, she began sobbing and working her hips in a shameless display of lust. It was erotic to be manhandled in this way, filled in three places at once, Eve felt the pressure of a climax building.

Damon thrust into her willing mouth, his firm scrotum brushing against her chin, a drop of salty liquid slid on her tongue, he was near to orgasm. She rammed down onto him, relaxing her throat so that she could embrace the full length of him. With a gasp he went rigid, his cock spasmed as his cum jetted into her throat.

At the same time my clever fingers drew down the pleasure from her body. The subtle internal stroking behind her pubic bone, coupled with the meeting of my thumb through the thin membrane, tipped her over.

As she swallowed Damon’s come, the first ripples of her orgasm broke over her. Her vagina tightened around my fingers, dry-milking him as she moaned with pleasure. She moved against my hand, grinding herself against my knuckles, wanting something, anything, everything.

When the fingers and thumb were withdrawn she cried out with disappointment. I chuckled as I opened my fly.

Damon moved away, tucking his softening cock back into his boxers. He bent and kissed Eve on the forehead.

Then Eve felt herself filled by the full length of myerect, covered penis. She was so wet and swollen inside that the slightest movement sent exquisite sensations raging through her pelvis. As I pounded into her, her upper body was pressed against the table. Her breasts lolled to the sides, the sensitive nipples chafing against the smooth,cool wood. As another climax built inside her, she lifted her bottom, loving the soft scrape of my pubic hair against her sensitive buttocks.

‘Christ!’ I grunted. ‘Oh, Eve. Fuck, Eve.’ My pelvis rammed up tight against her as I emptied myself into her Breathing hard, I bent over her, taking my cock in my hands, while the contractions of her vagina bled me of every last drop of pleasure. It was a moment before either of us could move.

I bent and dropped a kiss on each scarlet buttock. ‘Stay as you are,’ I said. ‘Damon will see to the clean-up job.’ Eve relaxed as Damon wiped her from front to back with a clean towel. Then she rose unsteadily, pulled up her panties, and adjusted her bra. Her cheeks were as red as her buttocks.

Damon, then pulled her into his arms, and kissed her hard, pouring all his emotions into a single kiss.

As Damon kissed Eve, his hands lingering at her waist, a loud crash echoed from downstairs, shattering the intimate moment.

I stiffened, immediately on high alert. Damon’s grip tightened protectively around Eve as her eyes darted to mine, wide with alarm.

“I’ll check it out,” I said, already heading toward the door, my senses straining for any sign of danger.

Damon followed behind me, Eve clutching his arm, her earlier flush replaced by a pale, tense expression. As we descended the stairs, the metallic scent of blood hit us, sharp and undeniable.

In the middle of the living room, the shattered remains of a mirror glittered ominously on the floor, and sprawled across the bro

ken shards was Callie, her lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling.