tig: Punishment
title: Punishment
authors: silentdescant and wonder_walldbc
pairing: Bob/Frank/Jamia
rating: NC-17
words: ~4100
summary: “Frank’s always the fucking sub, always getting on everybody and being a brat, and when Jamia gets actually annoyed, she starts slapping him around a bit and Bob just pushes him to his knees like HELL NO.”
warnings: D/s, threesome, strap-on, double-penetration, handcuffs, PWP; shifting POV, unedited except for typos.
disclaimer: not true in any way; we don't own these people and we're not making money off this.
silentdescant: Jamia gives Frank a hard look that says he’s gone just too far, and Frank catches Bob’s eye with a satisfied grin. But Bob doesn’t return it, he just mirrors Jamia’s glinting glare and puts one hand heavily on Frank’s shoulder. He squeezes enough for Frank to arch his back a little and try to squirm away, and while Frank’s weak and distracted, he pushes down hard and gets Frank to his knees.
Jamia bends down in front of Frank and grabs a handful of his hair to jerk his head up. “You push it too far,” she says, and bites his pouty lower lip while Bob holds him steady.
Bob steps over Frank’s feet, so that his knees are digging into Frank’s shoulderblades when he pulls Frank back against him, and he kind of wants to just grind his dick against the back of Frank’s head, and he can feel Jamia’s fingers in Frank’s hair. Jamia keeps pushing Frank back, and they kind of squeeze Frank between them, trapped, and she rubs her knuckles into the seam of Bob’s jeans, yanking sharply at the soft strands of Frank’s hair.
wonder_walldbc: Frank gasps at every little pull of his hair, but fuck, he needs this, wants this. He pushes back against Bob, feeling Bob's dick against the back of his head, but at the same time, wants to push forward towards Jamia. But he just can't fucking do both, he's tried too many times before.
Jamia can see Frank's conflict in his face, and that's exactly what they're after. She runs a hand down his chest, down to the fly of his jeans. She doesn't touch, not yet. When Frank fucks up, it's not about him anymore, it's about her and Bob and what they want in that moment. Jamia looks up and cocks an eyebrow at Bob, and all he has to do is nod.
In some sick, twisted way, Bob loves when Frank makes an ass of himself and acts like a bastard. It gives them an excuse to push him around, take what they need from him. It helps that Frank never objects. When Jamia gives him that look, he nods and pulls Frank's head back by his hair. He can see Frank's eyes, wide and dark, and mutters, "You fucking deserve this, Frankie. You know what happens when you try to act all bad ass on us."
Frank swallows hard and whimpers as Jamia grabs his ass in both her hands and pulls him to her, grinding against him.
Bob moves back quickly, and Frank’s left off-balance. He falls backwards a little, and Jamia keeps holding onto him, so he kind of arches back, flailing, and Bob grabs his arms and pulls them up over their heads. He likes the advantage of being the tallest, even if it’s only by a little bit. Jamia breaks away and nods at Bob, and they push-pull-tug Frank into the bedroom and onto his stomach. Jamia climbs up on the bed while Bob yanks Frank’s shirt off, and once Frank’s half-naked, Bob pushes him face-down to the mattress, and Jamia half-straddles him and digs a knee between his shoulderblades to hold him still.
Bob slides one hand over Jamia’s side, up to her breast, and pulls her in for a kiss, with Frank squirming underneath them. It doesn’t take long for them to get naked, clothes strewn around the bed on the floor, and then Bob grabs Frank’s hips and starts pulling his jeans down without even unbuttoning them, so it’s tight and slow and a little painful where it rubs the wrong way.
Frank struggles under Bob for something, anything. He fucking needs some friction, and not in the form of his jeans being pulled roughly down. He feels Jamia's weight leave the bed and turns his head to look at her, only to have Bob jerk his head back around by his hair.
Bob watches Jamia walk over to the dresser, knowing what she's looking for. He leans down to bite at the back of Frank's neck, hard, and pulls his hair again. Bob finally throws Frank's jeans across the room and turns him over. It's really fucking hard to have Frank naked and in front of him and not do anything, so Bob scratches his nails down Frank's chest, and over his nipples just to hear him moan.
Frank's too distracted to even notice that Jamia comes back. But he can really see her when she crawls back towards them, next to Bob, then kisses down Bob's neck, biting gently as she goes. The next thing Frank sees is what she's got on, and he's really fucking surprised that he doesn't come right there.
Bob turns his head to kiss Jamia, but he keeps a tight grip on Frank to hold him still. When they finish intentionally baiting Frank, Jamia kneels up and swings one leg over Frank’s thighs, straddling him. The fake dick hangs a little loose in the harness, swaying a little as she moves. Bob reaches around her and closes his hand around it, bringing it back slightly so the textured base rubs against Jamia’s cunt. He helps her tighten the straps around her thighs, Frank pinned helplessly all the while, then moves around to the head of the bed to grab Frank’s wrists and pull them up above his head.
Jamia sits back on Frank’s knees, waiting. When Bob has Frank completely still, and Frank cooperating, she leans down flat on top of Frank, so her bare breasts are pressed to his chest and he still can’t move. She stretches her arms up alongside Frank’s until her hands meet Bob’s, and she squeezes once before latching onto Frank’s wet lower lip and biting sharply. He moans and she can feel the shiver as it travels through him. Jamia rocks her hips, the dildo, against Frank and it makes him moan again.
Bob disappears, but Jamia doesn’t look up. She knows what he’s going to get. A minute later, Frank’s hands are cuffed to the headboard and Bob is behind her, holding her hips gently, and she presses her ass back against his leaking dick.
“You go first,” she says against Frank’s exposed throat. Frank knows she’s not talking to him. Bob grabs his legs on the underside of his knees and rolls him up, Jamia caught on top of him with Frank’s knees at her back, and then Bob positions himself behind him, cock leaving wet trails on the pale, smooth skin of the crease of Frank’s ass and thighs.
When Bob pushes in, it burns, it really fucking does, thinks Frank. And he'd notice it more if Jamia wasn't right there, biting at his throat. It's like a sensory overload; Bob's dick inside him, Jamia's teeth pressed against his neck, and his hands up and out of the way so he couldn't do a thing even if he wanted to. Jamia rocks forward against him, rubbing the dildo against his dick, and fuck, he already wants to come.
Jamia's always been able to read Frank better than anybody else, so she can tell when he starts whimpering that it's time to switch it up. She pulls away from his neck to bite his lower lip, teasing his lip ring for just a second, then swings a leg over him to get off the bed. Bob's starting to thrust in and out of Frank, and Jamia thinks it's really fucking hot. Shit, she'd just watch, but damnit, she wants some fun too.
Bob glances over at Jamia after she moves, and sort of wishes that she was going to fuck him tonight. However, that's not happening, and they both know it. Tonight is about Frank, which in all reality, means that tonight is about what they want from Frank. Bob practically growls when Jamia runs a hand down her body, briefly caressing her breasts, before moving down towards the dildo. She sits down on the bed next to Bob and pulls him in for a hot, wet kiss that earns them a loud moan from Frank.
Frank’s hands flap uselessly in the cuffs as he watches them kiss and tease. Bob’s stopped moving inside him, just there, stretching him, and he gropes around Jamia blindly for something Frank can’t see. Jamia takes it, though, and waves the little bottle in front of Frank, smirking. She squirts some of the lube onto her hand and reaches down to slick up her dick, and with the faces she makes, Frank almost believes it’s actually her dick. It’s flesh-colored, and only a shade or two darker than Jamia’s own skin, and it’s bigger than both Frank’s and Bob’s cocks. Jamia bought it for herself, and then bought the harness because Frank was jealous. He grins up at her and pushes his ass back until Bob’s fully inside him.
Jamia squirts more of the lube into her hand and this time she moves to Frank’s ass, smearing it around Bob’s dick and sliding one of her fingers into Frank beside it. It makes Frank’s breath catch, even though her finger isn’t all that big. It’s just the irregularity, and he wasn’t prepared for that, and now Jamia slides in a second finger, thrusting them in and out slowly while Bob holds still, hands braced on Frank’s knees. Frank can tell by the way Bob’s hands tighten that he’s enjoying this as much as Frank is. Frank squirms back, making a sound low in his throat to ask for more.
Jamia thinks three fingers is enough stretching; it’s nowhere near as thick as the dildo, but she wants Frank surprised, begging, on the very edge of pleasure before it turns into pain. She withdraws her fingers and Bob helps her maneuver so that one leg’s thrown over them and her ass is pressed up against Bob’s stomach. He curls one arm around her ribs, just beneath her tits, and holds her against him tightly in a way that Frank can’t because he’s not bigger than her. Bob pulls out of Frank a little to give them more room and mouths at Jamia’s throat.
Jamia lets herself relax back against Bob, reaching back with her left arm to stroke her fingers through his shaggy blonde hair, and uses the other hand to position the cock at Frank’s asshole, pushed tight down beside Bob’s. Once the head of the dildo is in, Bob tilts their bodies forward, Frank’s legs trapped beneath them as he bends in half and yanks on the cuffs, and Bob continues to thrust forward, Jamia caught between him and Frank, until both cocks are seated fully inside him.
Frank feels like he can't breathe, like it's all too much. He feels like he's fucking stretched to the absolute limit, so much that it hurts so damn bad. He's gasping for breath as Jamia leans forward to run a hand through his sweaty hair. "Come on, baby," she says, and he's not even sure what she means by that, he can't think anymore.
Bob's grunting behind Jamia, he wants to move in Frank's ass, and he wants it now. He pulls back on Jamia's hips, moving both of them slowly out of Frank, then back in, harder. Jamia wishes she was a guy sometimes, just so she could know how this actually feels; when your dick is sliding in and out, skin against skin. The base of the dildo rubs against her clit, sure, but damn, it would really be nice to actually have a cock sometimes.
While Bob reaches a hand around to cup Jamia's breast, Frank's still panting. Bob shifts a little, bringing Jamia with him, and the pain of the burn turns suddenly into pleasure. A string of curses falls from his lips, as loud as he possibly can while still trying to fucking focus on breathing. But now it's just want and need and Bob and Jamia, and ohmygod.
Jamia can see Frank struggling, his arms pulling at the cuffs, wanting to touch them, wanting more, just like he always does. She smiles slightly and then wraps a hand around Frank's dick, eliciting a moan in between all the 'fuck, shit, right there, fucking, come on' babble that Frank's got on a non-stop loop.
If Bob didn't know better, he'd think that Jamia was feeling nothing during all of this. He knows he can get her off, but his tongue's always proved more talented then his hands (all drumming jokes aside). Regardless, he slips a finger between the harness and her body and rubs, pleased when she lets out a sudden sound of surprise that turns into a high pitched moan.
Frank feels stretched to the limit, and he can’t even concentrate on all the sensation going on. He’s yanking at his cuffs, his wrists are going to be sore, but he doesn’t even realize it until Jamia reaches up and laces her fingers with his, helping him relax. He stares up at her face, and at Bob’s intense stare from over her freckled shoulder, and exhales loudly, relaxing by degrees.
Jamia suddenly rocks forward in counterpoint to Bob, throwing her head back against Bob’s shoulder, hair fanning out and falling into her face, grinding against Bob’s calloused fingers. He pushes them up and down beneath the dildo, getting them completely slicked up, and then pulls them out, leaving Jamia gasping for a minute. He turns her head towards his and gives her a sideways kiss while his wet hand reaches across Frank’s chest. He stuffs his fingers between Frank’s open lips and he sucks them in greedily, moaning when he tastes Jamia and the hint of Bob’s skin beneath.
“Fuck, fucking, want to come, please,” Frank says, garbled around Bob’s fingers, and rocks his ass back towards them. Bob pushes in sharply and grabs Jamia’s hips again with his free hand, and resumes moving them at the same pace. Jamia adds a brutal twist at the end of each thrust, and Frank knows she’s doing it for her, to make the ribbed base of the cock rub just right on her clit, but it makes him gasp and cry out each time. Bob’s fingers eventually leave his mouth, trailing a thick stream of saliva that stretches and drips down Frank’s chin.
This time Bob reaches under Jamia’s thigh to come at her cunt from a different angle. He doesn’t waste any time, just pushes two fingers up into her, nudging the dildo with the back of his hand in a calculated move that makes her moan and reach for him again.
Jamia's completely forgotten about Frank's dick as she puts her hand over Bob's, forcing his fingers to push into her harder, faster. Frank whines as he watches them, watches Jamia's face as she writhes under Bob's touch. His cock twitches when he sees Jamia grind down on Bob's hand one last time, and bites his lip almost hard enough to draw blood when he hears her moan as she comes, leaning back against Bob's chest as she falls apart.
When Jamia comes, Bob can feel her clenching around him, convulsing and moaning. He strokes over her over-sensitive clit a few more times as she comes down from it, then starts moving her forward with him again, as if to remind her that neither he nor Frank have come yet. She moves with him willingly, so pliant in his arms.
Frank's so fucking frustrated right now. Jamia came, and Bob's certainly working on it, but all he can do is sit there on the edge of orgasm. He tugs even harder at the cuffs, wanting them off, wanting to touch himself, Bob, Jamia, anybody, he doesn't care. "Fucking, take these damn things off," he mutters. Jamia shakes her head, causing Frank to let out a loud noise of frustration. Bob shifts slightly, and Frank sees stars as he brushes hard over his prostate, again and again.
While Jamia's busy reveling in the afterglow of her own orgasm, she can feel Bob moving behind her again. Her hand is still just there, next to Frank's dick, so she wraps her hand around it again and starts to stroke, watching Frank arch off the bed.
Bob reaches around her and covers Frank’s mouth with the hand that had just been inside Jamia’s cunt. His fingers slide easily over Frank’s cheeks and lips, leaving wet trails, and he lets Frank suck them into his mouth. Frank licks them for a few seconds, but Bob would rather have Frank gagging for it, mess him up a bit, so he starts thrusting them in and out of Frank’s mouth. That thought, that sight, that just makes him want his dick in Frank’s perfect cock-sucking mouth, and he can’t help but groan as his eyes blur a little.
Jamia, caught between them, rides out Bob’s carefully rhythmic thrusts, then just climbs off without warning. Frank gasps out a cry around Bob’s fingers, mournful of the loss of the dildo inside him. Jamia squeezes his cock in apology, then abruptly lets go and moves forward to straddle Frank’s chest.
As Jamia moves, Bob thinks that there’s no way she could’ve missed the need in Frank’s face when his mouth was full of Bob’s fingers. She’s got something planned for those lips and that thick dildo, he’s sure. He turns his fingers downward and pulls Frank’s jaw open wide, and yeah, Jamia picks up right there, puts just the head of the cock between Frank’s lips and lets it rest against his teeth. Bob doesn’t let go yet, just shakes Frank a bit, a warning for him to listen to her, and when Jamia pets his arm, telling him she’s got it covered, he leans back and puts all-well, most-of his concentration towards giving Frank a fucking reaming. He wants Frank to come without them touching his cock, and he knows Frank’s almost close enough for it to happen. Hopefully the cock gagging him and the smell of Jamia’s slick cunt will push him over the edge so Bob can finally let go and let himself come.
Bob moves a little, changing the angle ever so slightly as he fucks Frank hard, hearing the headboard bang against the wall. No one ever sees him like this, completely letting go and just taking what he wants. Nobody except Frank and Jamia. He's going to come, needs to so fucking bad, but he wants to see Frank come first, to see him come apart without a single hand on his dick. Jamia moves forward, pressing the dildo farther down Frank's throat, but she's moving farther away from Bob, and he doesn't fucking like that.
Jamia feels Bob's hand on her shoulder, pulling her back towards him. She turns around and kisses him, hard and sloppily as she continues to roll her hips, thrusting the dildo into Frank's mouth. When she breaks away from Bob and leans back over Frank, she runs her hands through his hair and pulls, silently willing him to come, knowing that he's been only moments away from it for too damn long.
It's too much, Bob inside his ass and Jamia's fake dick in his mouth, and Frank just can't fucking handle the sensations anymore. He cries out around the toy and comes, arching so hard off the bed that Jamia's knocked off balance and almost falls off the bed. Jamia pulls out of his mouth and he moans, loud and long at the blissful release as Jamia moves off to his side and kisses him, biting his lip and pushing her tongue into his mouth. Frank can't think anymore, can't even process what's happening while he positively melts under Jamia's touch.
Feeling Frank clench around him, it doesn’t take long for Bob to follow, coming hard and with a muffled cry, thrusting deep into Frank’s ass. Frank relaxes, blissed out, and throws his head back against the bed while Jamia moves down his throat with her lips and teeth, sucking lovebites into his skin, on top of his tattoos. Bob pushes his hips lazily in and out a couple more times as he comes down from his orgasm high, and with Frank utterly boneless underneath him, easy and pliant and willing, it’s nice, and Bob sighs his release, feeling the adrenaline leave him.
Jamia works her way down Frank’s body, across his chest, pausing to bite Frank’s nipples and trace his tattoos with her tongue, and Frank is tired enough that he doesn’t even squirm… much. The most he’s doing is crying out pained little whines when Jamia bites him and tortures his hard nipples, but he can’t bring himself to move or even arch his back very much.
“I could come again, how ‘bout you guys?” she teases, grinning wickedly up at Bob, who rolls his eyes.
“I wish I was a girl, sometimes,” Frank breathes. “I wish I could come again, that was… yeah.”
“I bet we could make that happen,” Jamia says. “Or maybe I’ll just fuck you until you can’t walk. I don’t care if you come again or not, and my dick doesn’t go soft.”
Bob pulls out of Frank with a low chuckle and pulls Jamia up on her knees for a kiss. Frank’s watching them with half-lidded eyes, and Bob knows Jamia’s half-serious, so he reaches between them and wiggles the dildo against Jamia’s cunt until she moans. “Have at him,” he whispers to her when they break apart. “I’ll keep his mouth occupied.”
Jamia shoots Frank her wicked smile and lifts Frank’s legs to make room for herself between them. She doesn’t even wait before pushing the cock into Frank’s ass, lubricated with Bob’s come and whatever was left of Frank’s saliva, and it goes in easily at first, though Frank gasps and tenses a little, reacting more as he comes back to himself and regains his senses.
“Evil fucking bitch!” he cries, and she laughs and rocks the dildo deep inside him, until the hard balls are pressed against Frank’s ass. Frank squirms around her, enough that Bob sprawls half on top of him and starts biting his throat again to keep him still, and Jamia moves her hips in small, lazy circles to press the dildo against her clit. She can tell it’s driving Frank crazy by the way he tosses his head back and forth and keeps up his high-pitched whining.
Bob's with Frank, he's pretty damn sure that neither of them could come again even if they wanted to. But he's more than happy to help Jamia out. He reaches up to where the handcuffs are still cutting into Frank's wrists and rubs at them as he bites down Frank's neck. It's a small condolence for now, Bob's sure, knowing it'll hurt like fuck later, but Frank's still out of it just enough not to care about the pain.
As Jamia continues rolling her hips, feeling the dildo brush against her clit every single time, she's feeling really close to coming again. Being a girl is really awesome sometimes, she has to say. She watches Bob kiss Frank over and over again, swallowing the sounds that Jamia's really starting to wish she could hear.
"Let him talk, Bob," she gasps. "Want to hear him, he's so fucking hot like this."
Reluctantly, Bob pulls back from Frank's mouth with a last bite of his lower lip. Frank moans even louder now, the sound no longer blocked by Bob and his really fucking nice mouth. Bob moves down Frank's body to scratch over the still overly-sensitive skin. Jamia's panting behind them, and it's time for Bob to step in.
He turns around and captures her mouth in a hot wet kiss, running his tongue over Jamia's. She can still taste Frank on his tongue and moans too, matching Frank almost like a harmony. Bob pulls her in a little closer to him, and the slight change in the angle is just enough to make the dildo brush over her clit a little harder, so that in seconds she's coming again, clinging to Bob as she does.
When she finally comes down, Bob's mouthing down her neck and whispering words she can't quite understand. She leans away from him to kiss Frank, who's still breathless and pliant under her.
"Love you," she mutters against his lips. She hears it back from Frank, and also Bob, and that's exactly what she wanted to hear. It's not just her and Frank, or Frank and Bob, or even her and Bob. Shit, it's all of them, and it works pretty damn well for them.
fin.
authors: silentdescant and wonder_walldbc
pairing: Bob/Frank/Jamia
rating: NC-17
words: ~4100
summary: “Frank’s always the fucking sub, always getting on everybody and being a brat, and when Jamia gets actually annoyed, she starts slapping him around a bit and Bob just pushes him to his knees like HELL NO.”
warnings: D/s, threesome, strap-on, double-penetration, handcuffs, PWP; shifting POV, unedited except for typos.
disclaimer: not true in any way; we don't own these people and we're not making money off this.
silentdescant: Jamia gives Frank a hard look that says he’s gone just too far, and Frank catches Bob’s eye with a satisfied grin. But Bob doesn’t return it, he just mirrors Jamia’s glinting glare and puts one hand heavily on Frank’s shoulder. He squeezes enough for Frank to arch his back a little and try to squirm away, and while Frank’s weak and distracted, he pushes down hard and gets Frank to his knees.
Jamia bends down in front of Frank and grabs a handful of his hair to jerk his head up. “You push it too far,” she says, and bites his pouty lower lip while Bob holds him steady.
Bob steps over Frank’s feet, so that his knees are digging into Frank’s shoulderblades when he pulls Frank back against him, and he kind of wants to just grind his dick against the back of Frank’s head, and he can feel Jamia’s fingers in Frank’s hair. Jamia keeps pushing Frank back, and they kind of squeeze Frank between them, trapped, and she rubs her knuckles into the seam of Bob’s jeans, yanking sharply at the soft strands of Frank’s hair.
wonder_walldbc: Frank gasps at every little pull of his hair, but fuck, he needs this, wants this. He pushes back against Bob, feeling Bob's dick against the back of his head, but at the same time, wants to push forward towards Jamia. But he just can't fucking do both, he's tried too many times before.
Jamia can see Frank's conflict in his face, and that's exactly what they're after. She runs a hand down his chest, down to the fly of his jeans. She doesn't touch, not yet. When Frank fucks up, it's not about him anymore, it's about her and Bob and what they want in that moment. Jamia looks up and cocks an eyebrow at Bob, and all he has to do is nod.
In some sick, twisted way, Bob loves when Frank makes an ass of himself and acts like a bastard. It gives them an excuse to push him around, take what they need from him. It helps that Frank never objects. When Jamia gives him that look, he nods and pulls Frank's head back by his hair. He can see Frank's eyes, wide and dark, and mutters, "You fucking deserve this, Frankie. You know what happens when you try to act all bad ass on us."
Frank swallows hard and whimpers as Jamia grabs his ass in both her hands and pulls him to her, grinding against him.
Bob moves back quickly, and Frank’s left off-balance. He falls backwards a little, and Jamia keeps holding onto him, so he kind of arches back, flailing, and Bob grabs his arms and pulls them up over their heads. He likes the advantage of being the tallest, even if it’s only by a little bit. Jamia breaks away and nods at Bob, and they push-pull-tug Frank into the bedroom and onto his stomach. Jamia climbs up on the bed while Bob yanks Frank’s shirt off, and once Frank’s half-naked, Bob pushes him face-down to the mattress, and Jamia half-straddles him and digs a knee between his shoulderblades to hold him still.
Bob slides one hand over Jamia’s side, up to her breast, and pulls her in for a kiss, with Frank squirming underneath them. It doesn’t take long for them to get naked, clothes strewn around the bed on the floor, and then Bob grabs Frank’s hips and starts pulling his jeans down without even unbuttoning them, so it’s tight and slow and a little painful where it rubs the wrong way.
Frank struggles under Bob for something, anything. He fucking needs some friction, and not in the form of his jeans being pulled roughly down. He feels Jamia's weight leave the bed and turns his head to look at her, only to have Bob jerk his head back around by his hair.
Bob watches Jamia walk over to the dresser, knowing what she's looking for. He leans down to bite at the back of Frank's neck, hard, and pulls his hair again. Bob finally throws Frank's jeans across the room and turns him over. It's really fucking hard to have Frank naked and in front of him and not do anything, so Bob scratches his nails down Frank's chest, and over his nipples just to hear him moan.
Frank's too distracted to even notice that Jamia comes back. But he can really see her when she crawls back towards them, next to Bob, then kisses down Bob's neck, biting gently as she goes. The next thing Frank sees is what she's got on, and he's really fucking surprised that he doesn't come right there.
Bob turns his head to kiss Jamia, but he keeps a tight grip on Frank to hold him still. When they finish intentionally baiting Frank, Jamia kneels up and swings one leg over Frank’s thighs, straddling him. The fake dick hangs a little loose in the harness, swaying a little as she moves. Bob reaches around her and closes his hand around it, bringing it back slightly so the textured base rubs against Jamia’s cunt. He helps her tighten the straps around her thighs, Frank pinned helplessly all the while, then moves around to the head of the bed to grab Frank’s wrists and pull them up above his head.
Jamia sits back on Frank’s knees, waiting. When Bob has Frank completely still, and Frank cooperating, she leans down flat on top of Frank, so her bare breasts are pressed to his chest and he still can’t move. She stretches her arms up alongside Frank’s until her hands meet Bob’s, and she squeezes once before latching onto Frank’s wet lower lip and biting sharply. He moans and she can feel the shiver as it travels through him. Jamia rocks her hips, the dildo, against Frank and it makes him moan again.
Bob disappears, but Jamia doesn’t look up. She knows what he’s going to get. A minute later, Frank’s hands are cuffed to the headboard and Bob is behind her, holding her hips gently, and she presses her ass back against his leaking dick.
“You go first,” she says against Frank’s exposed throat. Frank knows she’s not talking to him. Bob grabs his legs on the underside of his knees and rolls him up, Jamia caught on top of him with Frank’s knees at her back, and then Bob positions himself behind him, cock leaving wet trails on the pale, smooth skin of the crease of Frank’s ass and thighs.
When Bob pushes in, it burns, it really fucking does, thinks Frank. And he'd notice it more if Jamia wasn't right there, biting at his throat. It's like a sensory overload; Bob's dick inside him, Jamia's teeth pressed against his neck, and his hands up and out of the way so he couldn't do a thing even if he wanted to. Jamia rocks forward against him, rubbing the dildo against his dick, and fuck, he already wants to come.
Jamia's always been able to read Frank better than anybody else, so she can tell when he starts whimpering that it's time to switch it up. She pulls away from his neck to bite his lower lip, teasing his lip ring for just a second, then swings a leg over him to get off the bed. Bob's starting to thrust in and out of Frank, and Jamia thinks it's really fucking hot. Shit, she'd just watch, but damnit, she wants some fun too.
Bob glances over at Jamia after she moves, and sort of wishes that she was going to fuck him tonight. However, that's not happening, and they both know it. Tonight is about Frank, which in all reality, means that tonight is about what they want from Frank. Bob practically growls when Jamia runs a hand down her body, briefly caressing her breasts, before moving down towards the dildo. She sits down on the bed next to Bob and pulls him in for a hot, wet kiss that earns them a loud moan from Frank.
Frank’s hands flap uselessly in the cuffs as he watches them kiss and tease. Bob’s stopped moving inside him, just there, stretching him, and he gropes around Jamia blindly for something Frank can’t see. Jamia takes it, though, and waves the little bottle in front of Frank, smirking. She squirts some of the lube onto her hand and reaches down to slick up her dick, and with the faces she makes, Frank almost believes it’s actually her dick. It’s flesh-colored, and only a shade or two darker than Jamia’s own skin, and it’s bigger than both Frank’s and Bob’s cocks. Jamia bought it for herself, and then bought the harness because Frank was jealous. He grins up at her and pushes his ass back until Bob’s fully inside him.
Jamia squirts more of the lube into her hand and this time she moves to Frank’s ass, smearing it around Bob’s dick and sliding one of her fingers into Frank beside it. It makes Frank’s breath catch, even though her finger isn’t all that big. It’s just the irregularity, and he wasn’t prepared for that, and now Jamia slides in a second finger, thrusting them in and out slowly while Bob holds still, hands braced on Frank’s knees. Frank can tell by the way Bob’s hands tighten that he’s enjoying this as much as Frank is. Frank squirms back, making a sound low in his throat to ask for more.
Jamia thinks three fingers is enough stretching; it’s nowhere near as thick as the dildo, but she wants Frank surprised, begging, on the very edge of pleasure before it turns into pain. She withdraws her fingers and Bob helps her maneuver so that one leg’s thrown over them and her ass is pressed up against Bob’s stomach. He curls one arm around her ribs, just beneath her tits, and holds her against him tightly in a way that Frank can’t because he’s not bigger than her. Bob pulls out of Frank a little to give them more room and mouths at Jamia’s throat.
Jamia lets herself relax back against Bob, reaching back with her left arm to stroke her fingers through his shaggy blonde hair, and uses the other hand to position the cock at Frank’s asshole, pushed tight down beside Bob’s. Once the head of the dildo is in, Bob tilts their bodies forward, Frank’s legs trapped beneath them as he bends in half and yanks on the cuffs, and Bob continues to thrust forward, Jamia caught between him and Frank, until both cocks are seated fully inside him.
Frank feels like he can't breathe, like it's all too much. He feels like he's fucking stretched to the absolute limit, so much that it hurts so damn bad. He's gasping for breath as Jamia leans forward to run a hand through his sweaty hair. "Come on, baby," she says, and he's not even sure what she means by that, he can't think anymore.
Bob's grunting behind Jamia, he wants to move in Frank's ass, and he wants it now. He pulls back on Jamia's hips, moving both of them slowly out of Frank, then back in, harder. Jamia wishes she was a guy sometimes, just so she could know how this actually feels; when your dick is sliding in and out, skin against skin. The base of the dildo rubs against her clit, sure, but damn, it would really be nice to actually have a cock sometimes.
While Bob reaches a hand around to cup Jamia's breast, Frank's still panting. Bob shifts a little, bringing Jamia with him, and the pain of the burn turns suddenly into pleasure. A string of curses falls from his lips, as loud as he possibly can while still trying to fucking focus on breathing. But now it's just want and need and Bob and Jamia, and ohmygod.
Jamia can see Frank struggling, his arms pulling at the cuffs, wanting to touch them, wanting more, just like he always does. She smiles slightly and then wraps a hand around Frank's dick, eliciting a moan in between all the 'fuck, shit, right there, fucking, come on' babble that Frank's got on a non-stop loop.
If Bob didn't know better, he'd think that Jamia was feeling nothing during all of this. He knows he can get her off, but his tongue's always proved more talented then his hands (all drumming jokes aside). Regardless, he slips a finger between the harness and her body and rubs, pleased when she lets out a sudden sound of surprise that turns into a high pitched moan.
Frank feels stretched to the limit, and he can’t even concentrate on all the sensation going on. He’s yanking at his cuffs, his wrists are going to be sore, but he doesn’t even realize it until Jamia reaches up and laces her fingers with his, helping him relax. He stares up at her face, and at Bob’s intense stare from over her freckled shoulder, and exhales loudly, relaxing by degrees.
Jamia suddenly rocks forward in counterpoint to Bob, throwing her head back against Bob’s shoulder, hair fanning out and falling into her face, grinding against Bob’s calloused fingers. He pushes them up and down beneath the dildo, getting them completely slicked up, and then pulls them out, leaving Jamia gasping for a minute. He turns her head towards his and gives her a sideways kiss while his wet hand reaches across Frank’s chest. He stuffs his fingers between Frank’s open lips and he sucks them in greedily, moaning when he tastes Jamia and the hint of Bob’s skin beneath.
“Fuck, fucking, want to come, please,” Frank says, garbled around Bob’s fingers, and rocks his ass back towards them. Bob pushes in sharply and grabs Jamia’s hips again with his free hand, and resumes moving them at the same pace. Jamia adds a brutal twist at the end of each thrust, and Frank knows she’s doing it for her, to make the ribbed base of the cock rub just right on her clit, but it makes him gasp and cry out each time. Bob’s fingers eventually leave his mouth, trailing a thick stream of saliva that stretches and drips down Frank’s chin.
This time Bob reaches under Jamia’s thigh to come at her cunt from a different angle. He doesn’t waste any time, just pushes two fingers up into her, nudging the dildo with the back of his hand in a calculated move that makes her moan and reach for him again.
Jamia's completely forgotten about Frank's dick as she puts her hand over Bob's, forcing his fingers to push into her harder, faster. Frank whines as he watches them, watches Jamia's face as she writhes under Bob's touch. His cock twitches when he sees Jamia grind down on Bob's hand one last time, and bites his lip almost hard enough to draw blood when he hears her moan as she comes, leaning back against Bob's chest as she falls apart.
When Jamia comes, Bob can feel her clenching around him, convulsing and moaning. He strokes over her over-sensitive clit a few more times as she comes down from it, then starts moving her forward with him again, as if to remind her that neither he nor Frank have come yet. She moves with him willingly, so pliant in his arms.
Frank's so fucking frustrated right now. Jamia came, and Bob's certainly working on it, but all he can do is sit there on the edge of orgasm. He tugs even harder at the cuffs, wanting them off, wanting to touch himself, Bob, Jamia, anybody, he doesn't care. "Fucking, take these damn things off," he mutters. Jamia shakes her head, causing Frank to let out a loud noise of frustration. Bob shifts slightly, and Frank sees stars as he brushes hard over his prostate, again and again.
While Jamia's busy reveling in the afterglow of her own orgasm, she can feel Bob moving behind her again. Her hand is still just there, next to Frank's dick, so she wraps her hand around it again and starts to stroke, watching Frank arch off the bed.
Bob reaches around her and covers Frank’s mouth with the hand that had just been inside Jamia’s cunt. His fingers slide easily over Frank’s cheeks and lips, leaving wet trails, and he lets Frank suck them into his mouth. Frank licks them for a few seconds, but Bob would rather have Frank gagging for it, mess him up a bit, so he starts thrusting them in and out of Frank’s mouth. That thought, that sight, that just makes him want his dick in Frank’s perfect cock-sucking mouth, and he can’t help but groan as his eyes blur a little.
Jamia, caught between them, rides out Bob’s carefully rhythmic thrusts, then just climbs off without warning. Frank gasps out a cry around Bob’s fingers, mournful of the loss of the dildo inside him. Jamia squeezes his cock in apology, then abruptly lets go and moves forward to straddle Frank’s chest.
As Jamia moves, Bob thinks that there’s no way she could’ve missed the need in Frank’s face when his mouth was full of Bob’s fingers. She’s got something planned for those lips and that thick dildo, he’s sure. He turns his fingers downward and pulls Frank’s jaw open wide, and yeah, Jamia picks up right there, puts just the head of the cock between Frank’s lips and lets it rest against his teeth. Bob doesn’t let go yet, just shakes Frank a bit, a warning for him to listen to her, and when Jamia pets his arm, telling him she’s got it covered, he leans back and puts all-well, most-of his concentration towards giving Frank a fucking reaming. He wants Frank to come without them touching his cock, and he knows Frank’s almost close enough for it to happen. Hopefully the cock gagging him and the smell of Jamia’s slick cunt will push him over the edge so Bob can finally let go and let himself come.
Bob moves a little, changing the angle ever so slightly as he fucks Frank hard, hearing the headboard bang against the wall. No one ever sees him like this, completely letting go and just taking what he wants. Nobody except Frank and Jamia. He's going to come, needs to so fucking bad, but he wants to see Frank come first, to see him come apart without a single hand on his dick. Jamia moves forward, pressing the dildo farther down Frank's throat, but she's moving farther away from Bob, and he doesn't fucking like that.
Jamia feels Bob's hand on her shoulder, pulling her back towards him. She turns around and kisses him, hard and sloppily as she continues to roll her hips, thrusting the dildo into Frank's mouth. When she breaks away from Bob and leans back over Frank, she runs her hands through his hair and pulls, silently willing him to come, knowing that he's been only moments away from it for too damn long.
It's too much, Bob inside his ass and Jamia's fake dick in his mouth, and Frank just can't fucking handle the sensations anymore. He cries out around the toy and comes, arching so hard off the bed that Jamia's knocked off balance and almost falls off the bed. Jamia pulls out of his mouth and he moans, loud and long at the blissful release as Jamia moves off to his side and kisses him, biting his lip and pushing her tongue into his mouth. Frank can't think anymore, can't even process what's happening while he positively melts under Jamia's touch.
Feeling Frank clench around him, it doesn’t take long for Bob to follow, coming hard and with a muffled cry, thrusting deep into Frank’s ass. Frank relaxes, blissed out, and throws his head back against the bed while Jamia moves down his throat with her lips and teeth, sucking lovebites into his skin, on top of his tattoos. Bob pushes his hips lazily in and out a couple more times as he comes down from his orgasm high, and with Frank utterly boneless underneath him, easy and pliant and willing, it’s nice, and Bob sighs his release, feeling the adrenaline leave him.
Jamia works her way down Frank’s body, across his chest, pausing to bite Frank’s nipples and trace his tattoos with her tongue, and Frank is tired enough that he doesn’t even squirm… much. The most he’s doing is crying out pained little whines when Jamia bites him and tortures his hard nipples, but he can’t bring himself to move or even arch his back very much.
“I could come again, how ‘bout you guys?” she teases, grinning wickedly up at Bob, who rolls his eyes.
“I wish I was a girl, sometimes,” Frank breathes. “I wish I could come again, that was… yeah.”
“I bet we could make that happen,” Jamia says. “Or maybe I’ll just fuck you until you can’t walk. I don’t care if you come again or not, and my dick doesn’t go soft.”
Bob pulls out of Frank with a low chuckle and pulls Jamia up on her knees for a kiss. Frank’s watching them with half-lidded eyes, and Bob knows Jamia’s half-serious, so he reaches between them and wiggles the dildo against Jamia’s cunt until she moans. “Have at him,” he whispers to her when they break apart. “I’ll keep his mouth occupied.”
Jamia shoots Frank her wicked smile and lifts Frank’s legs to make room for herself between them. She doesn’t even wait before pushing the cock into Frank’s ass, lubricated with Bob’s come and whatever was left of Frank’s saliva, and it goes in easily at first, though Frank gasps and tenses a little, reacting more as he comes back to himself and regains his senses.
“Evil fucking bitch!” he cries, and she laughs and rocks the dildo deep inside him, until the hard balls are pressed against Frank’s ass. Frank squirms around her, enough that Bob sprawls half on top of him and starts biting his throat again to keep him still, and Jamia moves her hips in small, lazy circles to press the dildo against her clit. She can tell it’s driving Frank crazy by the way he tosses his head back and forth and keeps up his high-pitched whining.
Bob's with Frank, he's pretty damn sure that neither of them could come again even if they wanted to. But he's more than happy to help Jamia out. He reaches up to where the handcuffs are still cutting into Frank's wrists and rubs at them as he bites down Frank's neck. It's a small condolence for now, Bob's sure, knowing it'll hurt like fuck later, but Frank's still out of it just enough not to care about the pain.
As Jamia continues rolling her hips, feeling the dildo brush against her clit every single time, she's feeling really close to coming again. Being a girl is really awesome sometimes, she has to say. She watches Bob kiss Frank over and over again, swallowing the sounds that Jamia's really starting to wish she could hear.
"Let him talk, Bob," she gasps. "Want to hear him, he's so fucking hot like this."
Reluctantly, Bob pulls back from Frank's mouth with a last bite of his lower lip. Frank moans even louder now, the sound no longer blocked by Bob and his really fucking nice mouth. Bob moves down Frank's body to scratch over the still overly-sensitive skin. Jamia's panting behind them, and it's time for Bob to step in.
He turns around and captures her mouth in a hot wet kiss, running his tongue over Jamia's. She can still taste Frank on his tongue and moans too, matching Frank almost like a harmony. Bob pulls her in a little closer to him, and the slight change in the angle is just enough to make the dildo brush over her clit a little harder, so that in seconds she's coming again, clinging to Bob as she does.
When she finally comes down, Bob's mouthing down her neck and whispering words she can't quite understand. She leans away from him to kiss Frank, who's still breathless and pliant under her.
"Love you," she mutters against his lips. She hears it back from Frank, and also Bob, and that's exactly what she wanted to hear. It's not just her and Frank, or Frank and Bob, or even her and Bob. Shit, it's all of them, and it works pretty damn well for them.
fin.