-Kinktober- Mel & Jayce

Mel lay on her back against the pillows, thighs spread wide and relaxed. You were on all fours above her, knees braced on either side of her hips, head lowered between her legs. Your tongue moved slowly at first—licking up through her folds, circling her clit, then pushing inside her to taste how wet she already was. Mel’s fingers stayed tangled in your hair, not forcing but guiding, keeping your mouth right where she wanted it. Every time you sucked a little harder on her clit she let out a soft, pleased sound and rolled her hips up against your face. Behind you, Jayce was already buried inside you. His cock stretched you open on every thrust, but there was nothing controlled about the way he moved. His hands gripped your hips like he needed the contact just to stay steady, fingers flexing and relaxing as he pushed in deep and then almost pulled out again. Soft, broken sounds kept slipping out of him—half-moans, half-whimpers—every time the heat of you tightened around him.

“Please… fuck, please,” he breathed, voice high and shaky. “It feels so good, Mel, I can’t think— I’m trying to go slow but it feels too good—”

Mel’s eyes lifted past your shoulder to watch him. She didn’t look surprised or stern, just faintly amused, like she expected this. She kept grinding lightly against your tongue while she spoke to him in that same calm, even tone. “You’re not supposed to go slow. I told you to fuck them. Nice and deep. Don’t start holding back now.” Jayce made a soft, desperate noise and obeyed, thrusting back in harder. The force of it rocked you forward, pressing your face tighter against Mel’s cunt. You moaned into her and she shivered at the vibration, fingers tightening briefly in your hair. “That’s better,” she murmured. “Keep going. Just like that.” He tried. His rhythm stayed uneven—needy, almost frantic—hips snapping forward and then stuttering as another whimper tore out of him. Every time he bottomed out he sounded like he was the one being overwhelmed.

“Mel— it’s so tight, I can barely— please don’t make me stop, I need it, I need to keep fucking them—”

“I’m not making you stop,” Mel said smoothly. She shifted her weight just enough to press her clit more firmly against your tongue, then went back to watching Jayce fall apart behind you. “You’re being so good for me right now. Keep giving them every inch. I like watching you get like this.” That only made him worse. Jayce leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the middle of your back for a second as if the contact grounded him, then started fucking into you with shorter, more desperate strokes. Soft, whiny pleas spilled out of him without pause.

“Thank you— thank you, Mel— I’ll be good, I promise, just let me stay inside them, please— it feels too good, I can’t— fuck—”

You kept working your mouth over Mel, licking and sucking in time with the uneven thrusts rocking your body. Mel’s free hand drifted down to stroke lazily along your jaw while her other stayed in your hair, holding you in place. She never raised her voice. She just kept talking to Jayce in that low, approving tone, telling him how pretty he sounded when he begged, how well he was taking direction, how much she liked seeing him so needy and obedient while he used you. Jayce’s grip on your hips tightened almost painfully. His thrusts grew a little deeper, a little more frantic, but the whiny edge in his voice never left. Every few strokes he was back to pleading—soft, broken words tumbling out of him as he fucked into you and Mel watched the whole thing with calm, satisfied eyes.

“Please… Mel, please, I’m trying so hard to be good— don’t make me pull out, I need it, I need them—”

“You’re not pulling out,” Mel answered, voice still steady even as her thighs started to tense around your head. “Keep fucking them. Right there. Just like that. You’re doing exactly what I want.” Jayce sobbed out a quiet, grateful sound and kept going, hips moving in that same desperate, uneven rhythm. After a few more thrusts he leaned farther forward over your back, drawn in by Mel’s calm voice. Mel tilted her head up toward him and their faces met just above you, and the kiss they shared was soft and almost sweet—gentle pressure, a quiet little sigh from Jayce as Mel’s lips lingered against his. “such a good boy.. “ Mel whispered.