On The Way...
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Characters: Ari Levinson x black!reader, Ransom Drysdale x black!reader
Summary: When Ransom acts up it's on Ari to come through and help you take your mind off it.
Word Count: 7.6k+ (don't judge me)
Warnings: general language warning, suggestive language, cheating (reader and Ransom cheat on each other), drinking, unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, hair pulling, choking, daddy kink (just the name used), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, crying, cuckolding, creampie, cum eating, Ransom being an idiot, idiot ex girlfriends, mentions of jealousy, petnames (ari calls reader Tink as a nickname. for clarification it's more to do with the fact that he's bigger than her stature wise and can easily overpower her. the nickname does not imply petiteness in this instance.)
A/N: All mistakes are mine so pardon any errors or typos I'm sure I missed a few. The divider is by @firefly-graphics.
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You look at video playing on your phone, watching it for what seems like the tenth time in less than a minute. It ends and then you go back to watch it again, brows drawn together in angry confusion and hurt.
Tonight was supposed to be the night you and Ransom spent the evening in. It was all planned, he’d convinced you to cancel plans so he could have you all to himself. It was his fucking plan, order take out, curl up on the couch and watch movies before the two of your ultimately got distracted with each other. You even have the expensive bottle of wine he’d gotten you chilling in the refrigerator. All that and then an hour before he’s supposed to be at your place he’s calling and telling you that something came up with his family and he won’t be able to make it. You were disappointed but you weren’t the type to try and make a man choose between you and his family like that.
Only problem is that Ransom isn’t with his family, and you know he isn’t because the Insta story that you keep replaying shows him clearly in the club partying with his boys before some tramp straddles his lap and starts making out with him. You can even hear his friend cheering him on as the girl starts grinding (off beat you note) against him to the music. Ransom tries to hide his face from the camera when he realizes it’s on him, but even without the brief glimpse of him at the beginning of it you know it’s him. He’s wearing the fucking sweater that you gifted him on his birthday, and honestly who else do you and this particular friend of his know in common that’s going to wear a damn sweater in the club.
It gets worse though, because the girl in his lap trying to suck his face off isn’t just some random. It’s his fucking ex, and the one you can’t stand the most because she’s never respected your relationship with Ransom. You have half a mind to text Ransom and let him know exactly what you think of him right then and there, but instead you just save the video to your phone because you’ve got plans to shove the damn thing down Ransom’s throat the next time you see him.
Angrily you stomp to the kitchen, wrenching the door to the fridge open and pulling out that overpriced bottle of wine so you can get it open and pour yourself a glass. You need something to take the edge off, because if you don’t calm down you’re liable to pop up on Ransom and beat him and that bitch up. You’re better than that, so you drink instead and by the time you’re two and half glasses in you’ve had the bright idea to just get even.
Scrolling through your contacts brings up a list of options. There’s one name at the start that you linger over, but the last you checked he was out of town so you scroll right past it and to the next. Bucky? Nah he’s probably overseas again with his buddy Steve. A shame because you wouldn’t mind letting them double team you right about now. Carter? Hell no, he reminds you too much of Ransom. Colin? Maybe, he’s always been cool with no strings attached. But would he be down for a revenge fuck? You aren’t sure so you keep it pushing. You don’t even pause on Dayton’s name, you really don’t have the patience to listen to him talk about his car all night. There’s Frank, toxic ass Frank but he always brings the best weed when he rolls through. You don’t want to deal with him trying to pretend that he’s going to change for you though. You scroll past his contact. You’re considering Johnny when your phone rings, and the name that flashes across your screen has you pressing your thighs together.
“Hello?” You say into the phone after answering.
“Hey, Tink. You busy tonight?” You smirk at the nickname. Tink, short for Tinkerbell, and exclusively used by Ari who likes to remind you how he’s so much bigger than you. You roll your eyes, no one told him to walk around being a thick ass beefcake of a man, but you aren’t going to complain about that. Especially right now when the one man you really wanted to hit up is on your line like destiny herself is trying to make up for Ransom’s idiocy.
“No, why?” You question, taking a sip from your glass as you wait for his reply.
“I just landed, I was hoping I could see you. It’s been a while.”
“Yeah, come through. It’ll be good to catch up, I’ve missed you.” You tell him, and you swear you can hear him smirking on the other end of the phone.
“See you in an hour.” He says, and the two of you hang up.
The moment you hang up the phone you can’t resist letting out a laugh. You deserve this win, and it’s too perfect that Ari is the one that hit you up at such an opportune moment. The two of you have been friends for a while, and Ransom has never liked the man. You’ve never fucked, the timing’s always been off. Either he was out of town for work, or you were dating someone, or he was dating someone. The tension has always been there though, and Ransom isn’t wrong in his belief that Ari has just been waiting for his moment to make a move. Now the stars are aligning and Ransom’s own actions are what’s going to make the one thing he’s always worried about when it comes to Ari happen.
It’s more like an hour and half, and you getting through another glass and a half, before he arrives, but when he does you aren’t even upset about it. You stride to the door, clad in a crop top and a pair of shorts that show just enough cheek. Yeah you might have changed out of the oversized sweater and yoga pants you’d been wearing when you thought it was Ransom that was going to be coming over. And you know it doesn’t matter to Ari what you’re wearing, but it’s clear he appreciates the look. It’s already got his dick stirring and he quickly adjusts himself when you turn around to lead him inside. He watches your ass when you turn and walk ahead of him, teeth sinking into his bottom lip when he catches sight of your ass damn near hanging out of those tiny little shorts you’re wearing. “So where’s the pretty boy?” He questions, reminding himself that as far as he knows you aren’t single and he needs to keep himself in check.
You just shrug at the question, dropping down onto the sofa and scooping up your glass of wine to take a long sip. “With his dusty ass ex.” You answer simply, and Ari moves to sit a little closer next to you on the sofa than he needs too.
“What?” He asks, and you just grab your phone and show him the video. You watch his expression, the way his jaw sets and the muscle there tics. He’s not pleased to see someone embarrassing you like that. And because you just need to remind yourself why you’re about to give Ari the night of his life you watch the video again. Ari remembers all the times he wished you’d look at him the way that you looked at Ransom. Now he finds out the rich prick is out here trying to play you for a fool? Ari isn’t about to let this opportunity pass him up. “He’s an idiot.” He says simply, plucking the phone out of your hands and setting it on the coffee table. “And you don’t need to watch that more than I know you already have.” He tells you, leveling a knowing look at you when you scoff in faux disbelief that he knows you that well.
“How would you know?” You challenge, but it’s playful and you know Ari can read you like a book. It’s there in the glint of his blue eyes, he’s already figured out that you didn’t just invite him over to hang out. He watches you go to lift the wine glass to your lips again, and he pulls it away from your hand and drinks its contents himself before setting the empty glass down next to your phone.
“Tink, I know plenty about you. And right now what you need isn’t to watch that video, or the wine.” He moves to squat in front of you, sighing with a smirk on his plush lips. Two strong, calloused hands grip you by the thighs gently. His warmth seeps into your bare skin, and you suck in a breath when you feel his thumbs brushing little circles against your smooth skin. You can feel yourself clenching around nothing, and the flutter of anticipation that settles in your stomach nearly has you squirming.
“Oh yeah? Then what is it that I need?” Your voice is a little thicker with desire than you anticipate, and with the buzz of the alcohol in your veins you don’t care to try and play coy or shy right now. Right now you want this big fine man to spread you open and treat you so good that you damn near see God herself. You want to forget your own name, much less Ransom’s, and if the rumors you’ve heard about Ari are true then you know he’s just the man to do it.
As if he’s reading your mind he eases your thighs apart, and his grip tightens when he pulls you to the edge of the sofa. He settles on his knees, and takes in the way your breathing has picked up with the quick move he’s just made. “You need a distraction and some payback.” He answers simply, fingers crawling up to the waistband of your shorts. “Why else would you answer the door with this juicy ass hanging out your shorts and nothing underneath?” You suck in a breath, you didn’t think he’d clock you so soon, clearly that’s something that Ari finds amusing because he grins like the cat that caught the canary and chuckles at you. “What you thought I wouldn’t notice? Thought you knew me better than that, Tink.” He playfully chides you, and you just scrunch your nose up at him and do a poor job at hiding your smirk.
He gives you a chance to say no, and when you don’t he curls his fingers into the waistband of your little pair of shorts and tugs them down your legs. You’re already wet, folds glistening with your slick and the hungry way that Ari eyes your sex has you feeling like your warm all over. Your gazes are locked as he runs a hand up your calf slowly, he licks his lips, leaning in to press a kiss to the inside of your knee. The anticipation has your breath deepening, and your fingers curling against the edge of the sofa cushions. His beard scrapes softly against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh as his lips trail higher, and he gets closer to where you need him most. The whimper that slips past your lips is involuntary when you feel his warm breath fanning over your hot sex, and you swear your clit throbs at the prospect of having his mouth on you.
“C’mon Ari, don’t make me beg.” You breathe, bottom lip catching between your teeth as you watch him. Ari chuckles, smirking up at you as he nips at your inner thigh.
“You’re lucky I’m feeling nice tonight.” He tells you, and before you can say something smart back the man is leaning in and hooking your legs over his broad shoulders. He doesn’t waste time, diving in and dragging a long slow stripe through your folds. He groans at your taste, tongue dragging against you for more. Your hand goes to his hair, carding through the dark locks and tangling your fingers in the lush locks.
You feel his big hands sliding up your sides, moving under your crop top to your breasts. You arch into his touch, keening when you feel his thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks. Ari pinches them between the pads of his thumbs and forefingers, tweaking them until you’re crying out and pulling on his hair. He growls against you, pressing forward until he’s pushing his tongue into you. “Fuck…” You swear his tongue is magic when it starts to press into you, and on instinct your legs twitch like they might close around his head. Ari is quick to keep them spread, groaning in satisfaction as the taste of you overwhelms him.
He lets himself get lost in the moment, the wet sounds of his tongue and the way he slurps up everything you give him echoing in your ears as he laps at you, and fucks his tongue as deeply as he can inside you. You can’t help but grind yourself against his face, the feeling on his nose bumping against your clit sending pleasure shooting through you. You aren’t even sure if he’s able to breathe with how he’s got his face buried between your thighs. The concern is brief before you remember that he’s a grown man, and if he chooses to suffocate in the pussy that it’s not your responsibility to stop him.
So you lay back and let his mouth do the work. Moaning, and grinding yourself against his face until he finally uses his strength to pin your hips back down. His tongue drags up to your clit, and your hips wiggle in his hold as you huff in frustration at how easily he can overpower you. You love it though, you always have and now that’s finally using that strength against you it has you dripping even more for him. You curse when you feel sucking on your clit, and when you feel two thick digits pushing into you. He curls them, searching out that sweet spot and focusing on it once he’s found it.
“Don’t stop...shit, don’t fucking stop…” You beg, clenching around his fingers each time you feel them pumping in and out of you. He’s got you so close to release that all it’ll take just a little more to push you over the edge. You give his hair another hard tug, back arching as you let out a needy whine.
“You gonna cum for me?” He teases, lips brushing over your clit as he speaks. Your eyes screw shut and nod when he flicks his tongue against the throbbing bud. You’re so close, you can feel the pressure building to a boiling point until the slightest nibble on your sensitive bud has you crying out. You’ve been so wound up since you watched that video of Ransom in the club that your climax hits you like a wave, washing away all that tension and leaving nothing but blissful pleasure in its wake. Ari grins against you, greedily lapping up your release like a starved man. When his tongue brushes over your clit again you press a hand against his forehead, trying to push him away only to have him pinch your hip while his other hand continues to slide his thick fingers in and out of you.
“F-fuck, Ari!” You whine out, eyes flying open to look down at him. There’s mischief lighting up his blue eyes, and before you can even think of telling him to give you a moment he’s sucking on your clit again and pumping his fingers faster. Your head hits the back of the sofa with a quiet thump, the sudden feeling of that overwhelming pressure building again. “Damn it, your mouth is too fucking good.” You groan, the heel of your foot digging into his back. You don’t try to fight the pleasure you’re feeling, letting Ari’s mouth and fingers coax you into another orgasm that sends electric pleasure shooting up your spine and has your toes curling. “Wait, wait. Ari, wait.” You pant, urging him up from between your legs. He let’s you, smirking and beard glistening with your juices. You bring him up to your lips, kissing him and moaning at the taste of yourself on his mouth. “I wanna feel you, please Ari. I need it.”
He presses his hips against you and you can feel the hard bulge that’s straining against the front of his jeans. It pushes against your thigh, and you clench around the fingers still inside you. His digits slowly drag back and forth, still stroking that sweet spot as he swallows your moans. God, he just wants to sink into you and feel how tight you squeeze around his cock but he also wants to take his time. “You sure? This pussy’s so tight I’m not sure she’ll be able to take me.” His confidence has you fluttering around his fingers, and moaning into his open mouth. You can feel that he’s big, and you grin against his lips.
“I’m so fucking sure, now stop fucking teasing me and split this pussy open.”
Ari nearly loses what little control he’s still holding onto when you say that. Patience is wearing thin, and when he pulls his fingers out of you, you think that maybe he’s going to fuck you right there on the sofa. Instead he hauls you into his arms and stands to his feet to carry you towards the bedroom. Your body is still humming with pleasure and alcohol as he moves the two of you through your place. Your lips find his neck, kissing and nipping at it with a low hum.
He walks a bit faster, needing to get you into bed so he can get out of his clothes quick because the way his cock is fighting against his jeans is almost painful now. “You’re such a goddamn tease.” He huffs, finally dropping you on the bed. Then he’s quick to start stripping out of his clothes.
You bite your lip, watching in breathless anticipation for Ari to finally show you what he’s working with. He pushes down his jeans, and then his underwear and finally you see what the hype is all about. Might need to start calling this man Captain Hook, you think to yourself as you eyes his cock bobbing heavily between his hips, crawling your way to the end of the bed. The moment he’s in reach you raise up on your knees, one hand pulling him into a kiss and the other wrapping around his thick length. He groans against your mouth, his big hands caging your hips and gripping you tight.
Pulling back you give Ari a wicked smirk, leaning back in to leave a slow trail of kisses down this neck and to his chest. He hisses and bucks into your hand when he feels your teeth biting into the muscle of his chest, he sighs a second later when your tongue soothes over the indented ring that your bite has left. God, you hope it bruises. Something about the thought of Ari wearing your marks makes you feral and you trail your lips lower before leaving another against his stomach.
Ari curses under his breath, watching you with a lust blown gaze as your mouth lands against the vein that runs down the front of his hip. You’re dangerously close to where he wants to feel your mouth. You grin up at him licking your lips before you leave another little love bite against his hip. Ari curses again, head thrown back before he lets out a little growl and glares down at you halfheartedly. You know what he wants, and you stroke your hand along his length before settling comfortably on your stomach. It puts you at the perfect height to have his dick right in your face and you take advantage of that fact. Tongue out you lick a slow stripe along the underside, swirling it over the swollen angry tip and catching the salty beads of precum that leak from it. Ari shudders, and you put him out of his misery when you wrap your lips around him and give him a few shallow sucks before pulling back so you can spit on his cock and use your hand to glide it over his length.
“Tink, you’re being a fuckin’ tease.” He growls between clenched teeth, and you just playfully wink at him before taking him into your mouth with a moan. You can feel the tension ease off of him as it’s replaced with pleasure, and like a gentleman Ari gather’s your curls up into one of his large hands so that they don’t impede your good work. He gives you shallow thrusts, letting your mouth take more and more of him until he’s nudging the back of your throat and threatening to trigger your gag reflex on his thick cock.
You don’t even care if he does, the wine has you feeling too good and you can’t stop yourself from bobbing your head back and forth along his dick. You’re too greedy to just stop there, so you push yourself past that reflex and that fat cock push into your throat as you gag around it. Ari’s grip on your hair gets tighter, and before he even knows what he’s doing he’s using the hold he has on your curls to guide you along. The sounds coming from him are like music to his ears, and you’re dripping. Just aching to feel his dick splitting you open around it. You get lost in your thoughts, a hand slipping under you to play between your legs while you suck on his cock. It’s sloppy, the loud shameless sounds of your slurping and choking on him fill the room. He knows he needs to pull you off of him and soon, because as good as your throat feels around him he doesn’t want to cum there. Ari wants every drop of his spend spilling out of your pussy, and only after he’s thoroughly beat it up. He owes you for all the times you’ve teased him, and all the times he’s had to be the bigger man and back off. There’s lost time to make up for and right now you’re being a cockhungry little demon and coming really close to fucking up his plans.
Reluctantly he pulls you off of his cock, shaking his head at you with a huffed curse on his lip as he moves to the side of the bed and gives your ass a hard slap. You jump with a moan and a laugh, stripping off your shirt to bare yourself completely to Ari. “Ouch! That hurt.” You tell him with a grin, drawing your knees up slightly under you so that you can give your ass a slow sway through the air. “Do it again, daddy.” You tease, and Ari’s cock damn near jumps when he hears you call him that. He gives your ass another slap before pushing you onto your back and moving himself between your thighs with surprisingly agile movements.
You can feel him pressing against you, his length trapped between your bodies making you give a needy whine. “Call me that again.” He demands, and the grin you give him is nothing short of cheeky.
“Make me.”
You should be worried by the look that Ari gives you when those two words leave your lips, but the buzz from the wine has you feeling too bold to care. Ari just smirks, lifting up just enough that he can grip his thick cock and line himself up with your sopping core. You feel him pressing at your entrance, and then with a sharp thrust he’s inside you and your vision whites out for a second. Ari lets out a hiss of pleasure but you can’t hear it with the way that the blood is rushing in your ears. The stretch is more than you anticipated, and while Ransom’s cock isn’t anything to laugh at, Ari’s got him beat when it comes to girth. The sting of it has your toes curling, and for a second you forget how to breathe until the sound of Ari’s voice finally breaks through and you hear him talking you through the simple act of inhaling and exhaling.
“That’s it, Tink. Breathe, I’m not even half way in yet, c’mon beautiful. In and out, that’s it...good girl.” He eases back slowly, making you suck in a breath at the drag of his cock against your walls. He’s so big, and you already feel so full and yet he’s saying that’s not even half of him? The question is answered when he snaps his hips forward and you feel what he means. There’s no keeping your moans quiet, head thrown back against the bed as your body squeezes tight around him and your nails rake down his back. “I know, I know it’s a lot.” He sounds so cocky and condescending as he says it, and that faux empathy just goes straight to your pussy and has you fluttering around him. “But you’re gonna take this dick.” He growls against your ear, finding his rhythm and that’s the moment that the fractured thought enters your mind that maybe teasing Ari wasn’t the smartest idea.
You’re caged under him, his thrusts keeping you filled and crying out for him as you grip against his muscled arms. Your nails leave angry, red, half moons pressed into his flesh, the bite of pain doesn’t deter him one bit and just adds fuel to the fire that you’ve lit. “God damnit, Tink. This pussy was made for me. She’s so fuckin’ tight around my cock…” He groans, one hand gripping your thigh hard enough to bruise and the other curling around your throat.
Your eyes fly open, Ransom’s never put his hand around your throat, and you’ve never thought to ask him to. Ari’s not even squeezing but you still clench so hard around him that his hips have to still for a second. He swears you’re going to be the death of him if you keep doing that, but that doesn’t stop him from adding just enough pressure on your throat to make you moan. “Fuck...harder...please” You beg, words broken up by moans as you try to speak. Ari, bites down on his bottom lip, fingers twitching around your throat while he continues to pump into you with steady thrusts hit all the right spots.
The pressure is maddening, and you know he’s got you shooting towards the edge of release again, and you’re chasing that high desperately. “Please, what?” He grunts, his next thrust coming harder and chasing the air from your lungs. “You know what I wanna hear.”
You don’t even have to think about it, the words leaving your lips faster than your mind can really process. “Please daddy…” You whine, knees digging into his sides as he changes the angle of his hips and starts to hit that sweet spot. His fingers tighten around your throat, and the thin wail of pleasure that’s coming from you goes choked and ruined. A good thing too, because you don’t need nosy neighbors calling the cops and having them trying to break down your door while Ari’s beating down your walls.
“Fuuuuuuck...cum for me, Tink. Make a mess on this dick.” He says, shuddering as pleasure shoots up his spine. Ari can feel his control waning as he holds off his own release, but he refuses to cum before you. Never mind the fact that’s already made you cum more than once already with his mouth and fingers. He needs you to cum again, and you do with a silent scream as your body tenses when you finally feel your climax take hold. It lights up every nerve in your body, and all you feel is blinding pleasure that quickly turns overwhelming as Ari’s thrusts start to sink into your harder as he chases his own high.
It only takes him a handful of thrusts before he’s burying himself inside you, the feeling of his spend flooding you making you shudder in pleasure. You lay there, basking in it as you lick your dry lips. Ari’s weight on top of you keeps you present in the moment, and you wonder what he’s up to when he doesn’t immediately pull out. As far as revenge fucks go, you’re happy, but if you know Ari you know he isn’t going to just up and leave after a quick fuck. “I hope you don’t think we’re done, Tink.” He tells you, confirming your suspicions before you feel him slowly moving his hips back and forth. Fuck. You think, realizing in an instant what he’s doing, the cheeky bastard is working himself again and your body is more than happy to help him. Your walls are still fluttering from your orgasm and it just serves to get him hard again faster. “Been waiting too long to fuck you to call it after just one round.”
You bite your lip, fighting the urge to let something smart pass them. You’ve done enough of that for one night, and you’re pretty sure your legs are already wobbly. “Ari, come on. You don’t have anything to prove.” You try, biting back a moan as he continues to move and his cock continues to harden inside you. He just nods along with what you’re saying, but that damn smirk is still firmly on his face. You open your mouth to say something else, but he silences you with a kiss as he presses you into the mattress under his weight until you're groaning and completely forgetting about whatever it is you were saying.
“Roll over.” He says simply once he pulls away, his cock sliding out of you, hard again and covered in a mixture of your releases. You just shake your head with a sly grin, rolling over to your front, a gasp rushes out of you when you feel his calloused hands yanking your hips into the air as he props you up on your knees. You think it’s impossible for him to turn you on any more than he already has, only for him to prove you wrong with such a simple action. He’s not even inside you yet but Ari has you gripping the covers in tights fists as you wait in anticipation for him to push that fat cock back into you. You want him to so badly, and you’re so caught up in the moment that you don’t even hear the sound of your front door opening. It’s no one but Ransom, he’s the only one with a key and if you could see him you’d know that he was looking around suspiciously after seeing Ari’s car in the driveway.
He has no idea where the two of you are until he hears you crying out from the bedroom. Ransom’s blood runs cold at the sound, and he rushes back towards your bedroom and doesn’t hesitate to nearly take the door off the hinges.
Ari looks up, and doesn’t even lose his stroke as he just grins at Ransom. “Hey pretty boy, you mind going to get us some water?” He asks, and Ransom is so stuck for a moment that he halfway turns to do just that before his mind catches up to what his eyes are seeing.
“What the fuck!” He’s livid, turning red in the face as he stands there watching Ari absolutely dig you out from the back. You look so absolutely fucked out that he’s torn between just letting it happen and trying to wrestle you away from the burly man.
“How’s your ex, Ran?” You question, managing to get the words out before Ari’s sinking so deep into you that you swear you can feel him in your stomach.
Ransom nearly deflates instantly. Part of him wants to be angry, but that question from you lets him know that he’s been caught in his lie and doing something she shouldn’t have been. He says nothing, glaring at Ari instead like he’s debating taking his chances in trying to fight the man. He knows better, but the temptation is still there, especially when he hears you begging for more.
“Right there, daddy. Fuuuck you’re so deep, don’t stop. Please don’t stop…” You shouldn’t sound so good to him right now, but you do and it’s having an unfortunate effect. His dick is a traitor he decides, feeling it starting to stir as the lewd scene plays out in front of him.
Ransom’s about to say something, but you manage to push your upper half up onto your elbows so you can look directly at him. “Did you fuck her?” You force the question out through clenched teeth, and Ransom knows better than to lie to you. It’s clear you already know the answer, or at the very least you’ve jumped to the correct conclusion. He did fuck his ex, but only after drinking a little too much and letting his friends hype him up. It hadn’t even been a satisfying fuck, and he hadn’t been able to finish, his dick going soft the second his ex’s obnoxious moans started giving him a headache.
She wasn’t you, she couldn’t even suck his dick the way you did. Complaining too much about how it hurt her throat if he tried to push into it. He’s fucked up and he knows it, especially when he knows how much you hate her. This is his karma he thinks, watching you and Ari go at it while he has no ground to stand on because he knows you wouldn’t be doing this if he had just came over like he promised and hadn’t let his boys talk him into skipping time with you to check out some new club. Ransom nods, answering your question silently and you want so badly to curse him out but you can’t even form words right now because Ari’s got you cumming again and you’re gushing for him.
Ransom just grinds out a curse between his teeth, and balls his fist up. Ari sees this, and cracks his neck before giving Ransom a look that’s just daring him to try it. “You cheated first, you can either leave and pout about what you’ve done.” Ari hits you with a particularly deep stroke that has you trying to pull your hips away from him. “Or you can sit there and watch me fuck her stupid, maybe if you’re good you can clean up after me.”
“Fuck.” You and Ransom say in unison, neither of you expecting that from Ari and you don’t know what comes over you but you can feel your cunt pulsing around Ari’s cock at the thought of it. Ransom knows he should absolutely hate the way that Ari’s speaking to him, but it strikes a chord in him that he didn’t know was there and before he can say ‘eat shit’ he realizes that he’s actually considering taking that punishment for his misbehavior.
“What’s it gonna be, Ran? Your stale pussy ex, or watching Ari ruin this tight pussy?”
Ransom backs away from the two of you, and you think he might leave but instead he drops into the armchair by the door. There’s no way he can go back to his ex, and he doesn’t want to break up with you. If this is his penance then he’ll pay it, even if the sound of your ass clapping against Ari’s hips will haunt his dreams for a while. What’s worse is that all this has him straining against his expensive trousers.
The moment his ass hits the chair, Ari’s reaching forward and grabbing you by the back of the neck to pin you down as he rails into you from behind. You thought he was too much before, but now it’s like there’s something feral about him and you’re trying to pull off of his cock just for a moment so you can try and get your bearings. Ari’s free hand gives your ass a thunderous slap, making you cry out and claw at the covers. “Now where do you think you’re goin’, Tink? Keep that ass right there, don’t you even think about runnin’ from this dick.” He tells you, and the sound of anguished pleasure that drags out of you has Ransom discreetly trying to reach for his zipper. He’s still pent up from not being able to bring himself to cum earlier, too caught up in you to find an old flame satisfying enough to get himself off.
You’re too far gone to notice, but Ari does and he cuts a hard look at Ransom who stills as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t. Fuck. Why is he letting another man control him this damn much? He’s got no fucking clue but it’s clear that Ari’s got full control of the room. “Don’t even think about it, ya little prick. Think you had enough fun tonight and at her expense no less.” Ari’s words cut through him, and Ransom angrily sets his jaw and clenches his hands into fists on the arms of the chair. He doesn’t like agreeing with Ari, and there’s a part of him that wants to do it anyways but then he remembers that this is all his doing. His consequences for his actions, and he wishes that there wasn’t a part of him that enjoyed it.
“Ari, daddy, please. I can’t...fuck I can’t again…” Your whining has Ransom inhaling sharply, his gaze on you as your body jolts from every harsh thrust from Ari. He can hear how close you are to cumming again, and he knows you’re going to soak the sheets again. He bites back a few choice words, angry at himself because he knows how good you feel wrapped around his dick when he’s taking you apart and turning you into a babbling mess. The fact that it’s an experience that he now has to share with Ari makes him feel a whole host of conflicting emotions. The tears that are starting to escape you are no help either, and it’s just another thing that works against him.
Ari grins down at you, tossing his hair back out of his face as he chuckles. “I can feel you squeezin’ the life outta my dick." He tells you, the hand gripping your hip sliding around to settle between your legs. “You can give me another one, go on. Show pretty boy over there how much you love cryin’ and squirtin’ on this fat cock.” He tells you as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix with each thrust, his fingers begin strumming against your clit and you crash over the edge with a broken cry and a gush of your juices soaking your thighs and the sheets under you. Ransom nearly chokes on his tongue, the nickname from Ari, the sight of you cumming so hard that you’ve ruined the sheets, it’s all too much and it’s almost painful how hard he is right now. He thumps his head against the back of the armchair a couple of times, trying to drown out the sounds coming from you and Ari but it’s no use. Everything about this is overwhelming his senses. The smell of sex is heavy in the air that he can practically taste it and it has his mouth watering, he can hear the wet squelch that comes with every thrust of Ari’s cock into your dripping cunt, the sound of both of your pleasure echo too loudly in his ears, the sight of it is all he can focus on torn between watching how your face twists up in pleasure or the ripple of your ass each time Ari’s hips smacks into the back of your thighs. Even the bulge of the other man’s muscles has him on edge, and Ransom hates that he doesn’t hate it.
You let out a sob of pleasure, body trembling when you feel Ari’s fingers still working your clit while he fucks you until there’s not a thought in your head, and words are nothing more than babbling nonsense. He makes you cum again, another gush of your juices and you can’t even bring yourself to give more than the thin cry that manages to claw its way out of you. Ari let’s your body milk him for his spend, making sure he spills it nice and deep inside you. The feeling is almost soothing, and you mewl softly at the feeling. Ari gives you a moment, let’s you come down just a little before he’s slowly withdrawing and moving your pliant body until you’re sitting at the edge of the bed between his legs. He holds your thighs apart, and you know that Ransom can see how swollen and fucked out you look, but you hardly care as Ari’s spend starts to drip out of you. “What do you think, Tink? Was he good enough to at least get a taste before you send him back home?” You nod dumbly, at Ari’s question. Mind too frazzled to really think. “Well come on, pretty boy. Clean her up and then you can get out.”
Ransom can hardly move, his cock harder than it’s been in a long time and there’s a worry that just the rubbing of the fabric over his length will be enough to have him ruining a perfectly good pair of pants. It’s a fleeting worry, especially when faced with your spread open pussy and the expectation that he’s to get on his knees and lap up another man’s cum from you. He wants to say no, he wants to get up and storm out and say that he’s suffered enough...but he can’t. A bigger and stronger part of him wants to bury his face in your cunt and devour you, he doesn’t even care that he’ll have to eat Ari’s cum to do that. That part of him has him on his knees between your thighs, lapping and slurping at your used cunt. The combined tastes of you and Ari does something to him, and it makes him damn near ravenous. He wants to pull you closer, but something in the back of his mind says that Ari will probably not allow him to touch you more than he already is. Ransom can’t pin down why he cares or why he’s even doing this, but he takes solace in knowing that it’s him that’s making you moan and writhe now.
His tongue pushes into you, chasing more of the mess that Ari’s left behind and you jolt. A hand flying down to tangle in his perfectly styled hair, he doesn’t complain when you mess it up and pull at it. He just wants to make you feel good, wants to make you cum at least once before he leaves you and has to wonder if this will fix things or if you’ll call him up in the morning to tell him the two of you are done. He doesn’t want to think about that though, and he focuses on eating you out, and cleaning you up. He’s so focused that he doesn’t register the second, much larger hand pressing against the back of his head until he hears a rumbling “That’s it, get in there pretty boy.” From Ari. To Ransom’s surprise he doesn’t recoil away from the man’s touch, but he just tells himself that Ari isn’t what’s important. You are, and he knows that he has you close as his tongue buries itself inside your fluttering sex and his nose grinds against your swollen clit.
“Fuck, I know you’re tired but you got one more in you.” Ari whispers against the shell of your ear, and you want to tell you don’t but you can feel how close you are. “Come on, flood his face. Send him home covered in you so he doesn’t forget how badly he fucked up.” Ari’s words are the catalyst to the powder keg that Ransom’s mouth has set, and you’re trembling when you cum for the last time that night. Juices flooding his mouth as you soak him and your legs struggle in Ari’s strong grip. Ransom swallows you down before he pulls away from your cunt with his mouth dripping your essence. You lie still against Ari’s chest, your breathing coming in shallow pants as you try to settle yourself down.
Ransom looks like he wants to say something, but he just shakes his head and stands to his feet before he turns on his heel and rushes out of the room and towards the front door. There’s a lot he needs to grapple with and more that he’s confused about. You on the other hand are simply tired, in need of a bath, and a fresh set of sheets on your bed. All things things that Ari sees to happily, taking care of what you need before he finally settles you back in the bed. He’s prepared to leave as well, thinking you might want your space, but you surprise him when you mumble for him to stay the night in the bed with you.
It’s just another thing he’s all too happy to do for you.
