@macrocest cestember prompt: cockwarming / siricissa / 574 words
“Hold still, Cissy,” Bella ordered, brandishing the eyeliner stick like a weapon. “You’re even worse than Andy was.”
“Andy wasn’t—” Narcissa tried, eyes pinching shut in exasperation and frustration. Certainly not in pleasure, the way Sirius was entirely unmoving beneath her. “Andy wasn’t getting fucked while you did her make-up.”
“You’re not getting fucked either,” Bella reminder her, leaning forward and dragging the pencil along Narcissa’s upper eyelid in one smooth, practiced motion. “And Siri’s not going to let you come until you’re all dolled up. Are you, Sirius?”
“I don’t know, Trixie,” Sirius cooed, thrusting up and into Narcissa’s pussy. “She’s so wet right now. I kind of want to feel her come around my cock already.”
Narcissa couldn’t help but moan — at the movement and the words. She was so full, Sirius’ thick cock stretching her wide as she sat on his lap, but he hadn’t moved once since she had inpaled herself on his cock. Not until this one blissful, merciful cant of his hips.
“I’ll make sure neither of you come, if you make me fuck up her make-up,” Bella hissed at Sirius as she rummaged around in her make up bag. Before she could so much as unscrew the cap on the tube of mascara, Narcissa was digging her fingers into Sirius’ thighs and rocking her hips back and forth.
The slide of her wet pussy over Sirius’ length was delicious, but there wasn’t enough pressure to her clit, not enough friction against her nerves.
“Siri,” she cried out, trying to lift her hips up so she could slam back down, but Sirius was wrapping strong arms around her midsection to hold her firmly in place.
Sirius leaned forward and brought his lips to her ear, voice just above a whisper. “Be good, princess.” He licked a stripe up the side of her neck before nibbling at her ear lobe, but his grip around her middle never loosened; he wouldn’t test Bellatrix’s threat.
It felt like hours passed, Sirius’ unmoving cock growing harder inside of her as Bella continued painting her face with the best make-up money could buy, but finally she was done.
“Finish,” Bella commanded, zipping up her things and making her way toward the bedroom door. “We’re late.”
Sirius wasted no time in digging his teeth into Narcissa’s flesh, marking the place where her shoulder met her neck. His fingers found her clit next, and began moving in swift circles just as his tongue darted out to lick over the new hurt.
Letting out a soft moan, Narcissa regained purchase on Sirius’ thighs, and lifted her body up. She dropped herself back down, the sound of a breathy groan punching out of Sirius spurring her on to move faster and faster. He rubbed her clit with wild abandon, stimulating every nerve around her center, intoning praise after praise after praise.
It was sloppy and rushed, but all at once they were both coming, screaming each other’s names just seconds before Bella’s sharp “it’s time for dinner.”
Narcissa’s face was sweat-slick, mascara smudged at the edges of her eyes, but she was too blissed out to care about Bella’s wasted efforts. Too full of Sirius’ spend and dotted with too many of his marks to think of anything other than the feel of his body.
That, and the promise of later — of what Sirius would do to her once they truly had the time to play.
