Think I'm Getting Butterflies, but it's Really Something Telling Me to Run Away
Kinktober Day Fifteen: Blood Play
Pairing: Demon Blood!Sam Winchester x Ruby x Innocent!Fem!Reader
Tags/Warnings: Smut, DUBCON, toxic relationship, fingering, oral (f&m rec.) face sitting, 69 (kinda), PiV, threesome, dirty talk, pet names (baby, sweet girl/pretty girl/smart girl/good girl), praise, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, size difference/kink if you squint, blood drinking/blood play, descriptions of erotic cutting (CANON COMPLIANT), switch!Sam—domme!Ruby—sub!reader, inaccurate demon speed healing, reader is bi—bite me, the show is 20 years old atp but SPOILERS FOR S4!!
Summary: You really should have listened closer to Ruby when she told you to save your strength.
Word Count: 6k
Author's Note: Title from the song Inferno by Sub Urban and Bella Poarch
I don't know if the dubcon tag/warning is really necessary, but since there is a little pushback from people involved I have it in there just in case but since it is an almost direct continuation of Day Six I am going to assume everyone is aware of what's going on here
I wrote this while incredibly sleep deprived, so I apologize if this doesn't track well
Dividers: Line Divider @cursed-carmine Chain Divider @k1ssyoursister
Tag List: @copperboom82
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After your eventful night with Ruby, the dynamic between the three of you shifted. The shift was slow, but noticeable.
Ruby started to become more physically affectionate with you, and almost teasingly so, when it was in front of Sam. At first he looked away, the muscle in his jaw twitching when she kissed you all slow and sultry. But sometimes you would catch Sam looking on and you could have sworn a tent would raise in the front of his jeans. And you would catch the way Ruby would look at you after like she knew it.
She always knew. Always
The slight upturn to her full lips, the glint in the darkness of her eyes as they darted from your face over to Sam’s. He would glower at her, but in the next minute they’d be making up like nothing had occurred in the first place. The tension had always been there, some unspoken disagreement. From what you could tell, that disagreement surrounded you
You had spent enough time around overworked college students, you being one of them, to notice the signs of addiction. Adderall, weed, alcohol, the occasional coke user. They would get jittery, twitchy, irritable. Your classmates around you presented enough of the symptoms that you could have written your senior thesis on it were you a social psych major. The whole concept of it never really appealed to you, though you consumed enough caffeine in order to counterbalance the effect of too much homework in too little time to be considered an addiction.
The point was, you could acknowledge the symptoms. And you could see them in Sam. The shakiness of his large hands as he typed away at his computer, the hyperness like a kid who had eaten too much Halloween candy. But most of all the irritability, his growing tendency to snap at you over little things. Then it would all disappear, and he would be back to his normal self, kissing the side of your head before he and Ruby went out to follow up on their lead. And like the ebb and flow of the addiction cycle, he would be back on his bullshit within the week. Sometimes Ruby would placate his frustration, a hand on his arm and featherlight kiss to his jaw, words too low for you to discern were whispered into his ear.
You felt left out in those moments, hurt that some woman—demon—could hold his ear so tightly when you had known him for nearly 4 years. He didn’t owe you anything, you knew that. You weren’t his mother, his sister, or his girlfriend. But you were his friend, his best friend, and in your mind that gave you some level over her. However, having felt the ‘Ruby Effect’ on multiple occasions, you gave Sam some slack regardless of if he deserved it or not.
There was no clue, no inkling you had to what, exactly, Sam’s fix of choice was. He didn’t stink of weed or alcohol, he definitely was not the type to do hard drugs, and you had never seen Sam Winchester, the boy genius, take Adderall or any other ADHD medication. He could focus just fine without the stimulant; You had a sneaking suspicion hunting was his stimulant. As far as what got his boxers in a twist, you were completely in the dark, which was a place you hated to be in.
You weren’t a therapist. You had no idea how to approach the issue, but you were concerned for your friend. Ruby didn’t seem to make the problems any better either. If anything, she seemed to feed the addiction. Her careful smile, her reverent hands and honeyed words. Every time you gathered the courage to say something, anything, one or both of them gave you that too-soft look that had you forgetting any and all of your worries.
It’s true what they say. When the good times are good, they are very good. It overshadows all the little doubts and insecurities. So despite the shift from mutual friendship became something other, you were too blissed out most of the time and caught up in the cases they placed on you.
You couldn’t be concerned into what happened behind the loosely closed doors when you were in the bathroom or the conversations that stopped abruptly after coming in from a coffee run when your nose was practically being shoved into the computer or into the lore books. You tried to pretend it wasn’t intentional.
Maybe it wasn’t, but you liked to think you had enough agency to recognize when you were being misdirected away from something. Something important. But every time you got close, something came in and broke the focus.
You’d find out soon enough, though.
Laying on the lumpy and uncomfortable mattress, you had been flipping through a comic book you picked up in the last city you guys stopped in when the two of them came trudging through the door looking worse for wear. Both covered in blood, a combination of their own and whatever thing they had killed. Sam had a few minor knicks but nothing major, and Ruby as usual was unscathed.
Ruby had greeted you first, leaning over the side of the bed to cup your face with a blood-encrusted hand tipping your head upwards. She hadn’t had blood on her lips that you saw, but you still tasted the coppery tang on her tongue as she opened your mouth with her own. The kiss knocked you breathless, her affection being wholly unexpected.
From the other end of the room, you heard Sam clear his throat before the thump of him slumping down into one of the chairs at the table. Ruby pulled away first, smiling as she carded her nails through your hair.
“You wanna patch Sam up while I shower, pretty girl?” She crooned, fingers tangling in your hair.
You closed the comic book, setting it to the side. “Yeah. I’ll grab the med kit.”
She nodded her approval, moving like an apparition as she disappeared into the bathroom. The med kit was set up on the table before Sam could even get his sliced and bloody shirt over his head.
“Bad, huh?” You asked, grabbing a thick stack of gauze and the bottle of rubbing alcohol.
“Nothing we couldn’t handle.” He responded as you shifted closer.
Pulling your seat up as close as you could, your legs tangled with his. Dousing the gauze square in the strong smelling liquid you tried not to dwell on how very shirtless he was. Sure, you had seen him shirtless plenty of times before, both when you both lived normal civilian lives and while hunting. But after everything had seemed to shift, to change, it hung heavy. The way he always held eye contact felt charged now, especially as you leaned in to swipe the alcohol soaked cotton square around the raised and puckered slices in his skin. Whatever got its claws in him had left behind small cuts along his chest and shoulders, but thankfully they were all very shallow, but not much was to be said about the cuts themselves.
“You’re lucky you don’t need stitches.” You muttered, brows furrowing in concentration. “These edges are jagged as hell. I’d be a bitch to sew back together.”
Sam hissed through clenched jaw. “Don’t feel that lucky right now, baby.”
Your movements faltered as he spoke. He never called you by a pet name. It was your name or a derivative nickname. But after the momentary pause, you continued onward, swiping the dried and crusted blood from his skin. Though, your heart kept stuttering, the strained way he called you ‘baby’ playing on a loop.
Sighing, you tossed the now ruddish red stained gauze pad into the plastic grocery bag and doused another one. “You’re alive. That’s lucky enough on its own.”
“‘Course I am.” You felt and saw him shift under your touch, putting two fingers under your chin to lift your gaze to his. “Couldn’t leave you all alone, now could I?”
Jesus. It really did smack you across the face sometimes that gone was the awkward, shaggy haired boy you went to undergrad with. Between the velvet-rich of his voice and the hard planes of his muscles, it was a man who you were cleaning blood off of, taking that boys place.
For an instant, the world around you froze in place, everything falling into the background as Sam leaned in. He moved slow and calculated, and you dared not move. The soft lines of his face still existed there, drawing your eye as his drifted from your eyes down to your lips.
You couldn’t breathe, chest tight and hands trembling. No longer sure of anything, you didn’t move a hair. Even if you really wanted to, you didn’t think you were capable of it anyway. Nor would you really even want to.
But like shooting a witch, the spell was broken as the pipes rattled, signalling Ruby getting into the shower. And just like that, the moment had passed. Sam leaned back, running a hand through his hair. There was a wild in his eyes when he blinked back at you. An edge that bordered on unhinged. It was the same look your classmates used to have when they needed a fix, but darker with something you couldn’t quite place.
“I can finish up here. Why don’t you run and grab us some food?” Your heart dropped, so did your hand with the gauze from his chest. “I think we were talking about chinese”
Tugging the inside of your lip between your teeth, you retreated from his space, breaking your line of sight from that heated gaze. Moving the gauze, alcohol and bandages within his reach, you stood. You turned to walk away, to grab your shoes and your coat, but his hand on your wrist stopped you.
“Sam.” You breathed, turning to face him.
You watched transfixed as he cradled your wrist, bringing your hand up to his mouth. Swallowing hard as his lips, soft and warm, brushed a kiss to the back of your hand across your knuckles. It was the barest hint of skin on skin, but it still had your breath catching in your throat.
But then, in true Sam Winchester, puppy dog given human form, fashion, he let your wrist fall softly back to your side with a gentle look.
“Be safe.” He said, like he hadn’t just made your heart stall in your chest.
You turned away, face on fire, to grab your coat and shoes. As you laced up your shoes and slung your coat over your shoulders, it became a task of convincing yourself you were simply fulfilling his request, and not retreating from the weight behind his actions.
Taking your sweet time, you walked down to the restaurant. You didn’t leave the motel very often, a long ago decision being made that you were better suited to stay at the room and run interference for law enforcement or do lore research. But on the rare occasions you did, like this one, it was nice to get out of the room and into the fresh air—connect with society beyond the librarians and the clerks at the front desk of whatever motel you were staying at.
The dinner rush was just ending as you placed your order, but despite that it didn’t take long for the woman to bring your food, piled into a paper bag, back up to the front.
On an autopilot fueled by the aroma of chinese food, you didn’t register that you were back at the door to the room until you had to pull your key from your pocket. It was the only one on the ring, and it slid into the lock effortlessly.
Nothing could have prepared you for what you saw when you opened the door. Sure, you knew that Sam and Ruby were intimate. You heard enough of it when they thought you were asleep. But seeing it was another thing, and this was definitely another scenario all together.
You felt your lips part, jaw going slightly slack as you took in the sight before you. Ruby sat perched on Sam’s lap in nothing but a towel, head fallen back in bliss as Sam bowed his head where his mouth was wrapped around the inside of Ruby’s wrist.
Catching the bag of food before it could slip from your surprised-losened grip, you stuttered. “S-sorry. I-I, uh, I can just leave this here and—uh, go wait in the car. Um, sorry.”
You set the food bag down on the table beside the door and was halfway back out of the room, your face burning and heart pounding, among other parts of you, when Ruby called out after you.
“It’s alright, baby.” Her voice was thick and slightly slurred. “C’mere.”
Turning, you considered her offer.
Then Sam cut in, voice harsh. “Ruby! No.”
You saw it then, the red around his mouth, the cut along Ruby’s forearm. No idea why, the background as to why Sam had gone full Cullen, but it clicked in your brain. His drug of choice.
She leveled a sultry look at him, cocking her head to the side as she brushed her other hand over his face, pushing his floppy bangs to the side, his head following.
“C’mon, Sam. About time she got the full experience.” Her thumb dragged across his lips, the blood smearing across his cheek and the broad sweep of his jaw.
“No.” He groaned, though with less conviction than the first time. “She’s not ready.”
“Sam.” Ruby said almost in a whine. “Please? And shouldn’t she decide for herself?”
You felt yourself shrink by a couple inches when they both looked over at you. Two pairs of dark eyes fixated on you, both pleading and wanting. Sam with his puppy dog eyes you could never say no to, and Ruby who looked less innocent but just as desperate to have you again; a small stirring swirled in your belly and you swallowed hard, stepping fully back into the room and shut the door behind you.
How you ended up on the bed was a blur.
One second you were standing by the door, the next you were here, back flush to the bed with Sam’s lips on yours, large body covering your own, and Ruby to the left side of you, her mouth busied on your neck.
Sam was everything you had dreamed of and more. His mouth hot and warm, tongue sweeping across the seam of your lips to request access, which, naturally, you gave him. Your thighs were kept parted by his trim waist, your legs wrapping lazily around the backs of his thighs. He was soft but intense—desperate—just like how you imagined he would be. The taste of copper still clung to his mouth in faint traces and you weren’t sure if you liked it or not.
You had lost your coat somewhere along the way, and you vaguely remembered Sam tugging your boots off before crawling up your body to capture your mouth. Ruby’s hand was teasing under the thin hem of your tanktop, and you could feel your nipples start to harden, poking through the thin material.
She sucked and kissed and licked at your neck, your shoulder, and you knew you’d be marked to Hell come morning. You didn’t care. Not one bit. Not with the way with each mark, each kiss, each brush of her tongue against your racing pulse you found yourself becoming wetter beneath your jeans and panties.
One of your hands had tangled in Sam’s shaggy hair, the other Ruby had guided to her own body. The angle was too awkward to really do much with, but still you ran your palm over her stomach, her side and around to her ass. She was breathing unevenly against your skin, so you figured you must be doing something right.
Between the sounds she was making and Sam kissing you like he could crawl inside your mouth and curl up inside, your hips around against him seeking any kind of friction, and boy did you get some. A thick bulge lay against the spot between your hip and thigh. You could have guessed he was big from the few glances you caught, but feeling it against your body was a whole other thing.
“Sure you wanna do this?” Sam grunted as he pulled away to kneel between your legs.
Immediately you missed his warmth overtop you, the plush of his lips on yours. But as his hands ghosted across the space where your jeans met your hips, you found you could live with it.
“Are you?” You countered, watching the exchange of glances between him and Ruby.
His thick fingers slipped the tiniest bit under the waistband, running them back and forth. There was something in the way he looked at you, like you laying there with Ruby nuzzled into your neck, made everything complete. You could say exactly when the last bit of resolve faded, and he gave into Ruby’s scheme.
“I am if you are.” He bent in on himself to press a kiss to the skin of your belly that had been exposed from Ruby gradually easing your tank up to rest under your breasts. “Take care ‘a you if you are.”
You nodded once. “Then fuck me like you mean it, Sammy.”
From against your neck, you could feel Ruby smile into you. “That’s our smart girl.”
As Sam got your jeans down your legs, Ruby helped you sit up, pulling the material of your tank top up and over your head.
“So pretty.” She murmured, easing you back against the pillows.
She leaned down, the warmth of her breath ghosting over your breast seconds before she groped at it, her mouth closing over your nipple. A ragged moan tore from your lungs, back arching your chest into her mouth.
You did your best to help Sam shimmy your jeans over your ass, tugging them down your thighs. Your underwear followed closely behind, the elastic giving easier around your curves than the denim. Even naked, the damp cold that had permeated into the room couldn’t touch your feverish body now.
You cracked your eye open to watch as Sam pull his shirt over his head with a smooth movement. As he tossed it to the side, presumably where your clothes were now, he caught you staring. The grin he shot you was shy, but even through the blush across his tan skin a bit of cock-sureness glowed through. He was hot, and he damn well knew it.
His jeans are quick work under his swift fingers, falling to the floor too, the worn-out elastic of his boxer-shorts hanging low on his hips. With just that material left, there is basically nothing to hide his erection tenting the material.
It wasn’t like you could forget just how massive he was. He stood at 6’4 and was all muscle, you were sure anyone short of a giant would feel tiny next to him. But when his hand wrapped around your calf, it really hit you just how big the difference really was.
Ruby had deposited you as far up the bed as she could and to the right side, the top of your head inches from the headboard, but Sam still laid awkwardly half-on-half-off the bed. But he didn’t seem to mind as he brought his head between your thighs. His hot tongue licked a stripe along your inner thigh, and you felt your mind fracture. He traced that line upwards, over the crease of your thigh to where you wanted him most.
Another shocked moan slipped between your parted lips as he dragged another hot line with his tongue over your pussy. Hand shooting to his hair, your hips bucked up. The dark chuckle against your core that followed sent vibrations directly onto your clit. Between Ruby at your chest and him between your legs, part of you wondered if you had died on your way back to the motel from the chinese restaurant and you were in heaven.
“He makin’ you feel good, pretty girl?” Ruby crooned, pulling off your chest with a wet pop.
“Y-yeah.” You moaned, a sound that was shortly muffled as her lips.
It was like they were one person, one mind, as Ruby licked into your mouth in the same second that Sam sucked your clit into his mouth. Every pleasurable nerve was on fire, and that subtle stirring had roared to life low in your belly.
“God, Ruby, she’s so soaked right now.”
Ruby had eaten you out harshly, lips and teeth and tongue moving against you with precision. Her goal was to make you cum, to get you to be hers.
Sam couldn’t have been any more different.
He was sloppy and messy. He shoved his entire face into your pussy, slicking you up with his tongue and lips. You were sure whenever he would pull off of you, that his entire chin would be covered in a mix of your slick and his spit. But for right now, he stayed planted down there, making out with your clit.
It wasn’t long before that coil in your belly started to tighten. You tried to warn him, but Ruby had your mouth captive with her own. With the way Sam wrapped an arm around your hips, you figured he got the memo, whether it be from the ragged and uneven breaths or the way you squirmed harder under his mouth or the way your clit throbbed against his tongue. However he knew, he was ready when your body seized as the first orgasm hit you like lightning.
You still weren’t used to the way it felt, like a shockwave through your core. The ragged moans that came with it didn’t even sound human, but you were too blissed out to even care. Sam worked you through your orgasm, licking and sucking, each kiss across your clit adding the smallest amount of suction against your pulsating clit.
Ruby broke the kiss first, leaning back. Somehow you managed to open your eyes, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Sure enough, as Sam sat up from between your legs, you could see in the soft lamplight, the glistening of your arousal and his saliva coating his mouth and chin.
You took the time to pull air back into your lungs as they both climbed off the bed. Pussy throbbing, you watched as Ruby approached Sam who still stood at the end of the bed. He moved fast, leaning down to kiss her deeply. There was no doubt she could taste you on his lips, his tongue. That thought had another flood of arousal pooling low in your belly.
As erotic as that visual was, it was topped by how Ruby turned her attention to you. She climbed onto the bed, crawling up to take Sam’s place. Your thighs rested solidly over her shoulders, muscled arm wrapping around your hip to lay flat on your lower belly. As Ruby refamiliarizes herself with your thighs, fingers tracing lines that her lips follow, Sam comes up to your side. Recognition of what is to come flashes across your mind but it doesn’t truly register until he is moving to kneel beside your head.
Saliva floods your mouth as he tugs the material down his thick thighs. The proud length of his cock springs free and you blink.
“There’s no way that’s fitting inside me.” You say, causing them both to chuckle.
“We’ll make sure you’re ready, baby.” Ruby says all soft and assured as she kisses between your legs that spot right above your clit.
Sam reaches out, brushing your hair back from your face. “I know you can do it, baby. We’ll start slow. Won’t hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”
Reluctantly, you nod.
What he says is true. He’s never hurt you, not intentionally anyway. With how wet you are already, and how Ruby is eyeing your pussy like a four-course meal, something in the back of your mind tells you you’ll be more than ready to take him when the time comes.
“Good girl.” Sam praises, his words having their desired effect on your nervous system.
Ruby begins first. The difference is palpable, but no less pleasurable. Her tongue moves in swift and sure strokes against your sensitive clit. Your mouth falls open again in a silent moan. From your immediate right, Sam takes his thick cock in his fist, stroking it a few times before he shuffles closer to your head.
Again, the thought of how the fuck it is gonna fit inside your pussy let alone your mouth, but still you lean in to close the gap. You have no idea how to suck cock, let alone how to suck Sam’s cock.
Deciding to start easy, you flatten your tongue against the underside of his cock. The groan that follows feeds your confidence and you do it again with more pressure this time as you drag it up the length of him. One of your hands tangles in Ruby’s hair as she continues to suck at your clit, the other you quickly spit into, giving his cock an experimental stroke before wrapping it around the base.
“Harder, sweet girl.” He grunts. “Don’t be shy with me.”
You do as he requests, earning yourself a strained moan. Gripping him tighter, you stroke him again, further spreading your spit along his shaft before you close your lips around the head of him. The strangled sound that comes from him almost makes you stop, but the shallow thrust forward leads you to believe that it’s a good thing. A large hand reaches out to thread through your hair, slowly guiding you up and down his cock.
Body shuddering, a moan travels from your tongue to his cock as you feel Ruby slid two fingers through the slickness of your pussy before pushing them inside. You roll your hips against her mouth, against the feeling of her fingers knuckle deep inside you. Sam keeps your head moving in shallow bobs, the weight of his cock laying against your tongue as he slides himself further into your mouth until he brushes against the back of your throat. The sensation causes you to gag and immediately he retreats.
“Sorry, baby.” He apologizes, leaving only the head of him on your tongue.
You hum, indicating that it is okay for him to move again. Diligently, he starts again and this time you slide your hand along his cock for whatever length doesn’t fit in your mouth. The spit in your mouth grows viscous, some of it escaping out the side of your mouth as you moan around him. Ruby knows every single button to push to have you a keening and moaning mess under her ministrations. Her fingers slide in and out of you easily, so much so you feel the stretch of a third being added alongside the others.
You feel so full, but as your jaw begins to ache around Sam’s cock, you know that it’s gonna be nothing compared to what’s next. Ruby’s other hand smooths over your lower belly, adding a little pressure so you can really feel the way her fingers work in and out of you, curling up to brush against the sensitive spot.
Overwhelming, is the word you’d use to explain the onslaught of pleasure coming from every part of you. Sam’s moans above you are hotter than Hell, even more so is his desperate restraint to the point you can feel him shaking, and Ruby’s dexterously sinful fingers and tongue having you barreling towards another climax. It causes your chest to tighten, your thighs closing further around her head. Closer and closer she pushes you to that edge, easier than the first time due to how sensitive the first orgasm made you.
Before you can register everything, another blinding orgasm rocks through you. You moan loudly onto Sam’s cock, your body going rigid against the bed as Ruby works her fingers in and out of you keeping the sensations rolling through you in great waves.
You are shaking by the time Sam pulls his cock from your mouth and Ruby pulls her fingers from your pussy. So much. So many feelings coexist in your body right now. But clearly they aren’t done with you, not as they switch positions again. This time, Ruby stops before getting on the bed. Still blissed out, you are confused as to what’s happening until she leans down into a pile of her discarded clothes from earlier and pulls a switchblade from them. Panic sweeps through your chest as you watch, but nothing comes from your lips. Nothing comes to your brain.
“A deal is a deal.” She said to Sam.
As if sensing your fear, she turns to you. “This isn’t for you sweet girl. Remember, we aren’t gonna hurt you.”
You swallow thickly, but say nothing. Some part of you believes her, but still a cold edge slithers up your spine as she brings the knife up. The cut on her arm, which has long since stopped bleeding and is little more than a scratch now, the blood on Sam’s lips. It all makes more sense now.
“Okay.” You breathe, little more than a whisper.
“Good girl.” She coos as she climbs onto the bed next to you.
Sam is back kneeling between your thighs like a sinner at the altar, big hands spanning across your thighs.
As Ruby brings the knife to her wrist you want to look away. You try to, but it’s a futile attempt. Enraptured, you watch as the gleam of silver slices slowly across the inside of her lower arm. Crimson pools up in fat beads, but yet Sam doesn’t move. He kneels there transfixed, watching the blood well up. It isn’t until it’s dripping down her arm and onto your stomach does he break out of whatever trance he was under. A good bit of it coats your belly, settling in the dips. It’s warm and wet and you’re caught between panic and arousal.
You watch on as Sam grips onto her arm, bringing it to his mouth. He licks the trail of blood from where it dripped down her arm to where the cut is, wrapping his lips around it. Ruby’s head falls back and she closes the blade, tossing it back to where she grabbed it from. A soft moan sounds from her lips as Sam licks the blood from the wound.
Once the bleeding has stopped, the wound already starting to stitch itself closed, he pulls away. His eyes are darker than you have ever seen them, and you think you begin to understand a little more.
A gasp parts your lips as Sam dips low, tongue trailing along your belly. He laps at the blood coating your stomach, smearing red along your skin as it saturates his tongue. It doesn’t take long for him to clean you of her blood, only streaks of red left along your stomach.
“Almost there, pretty girl.” Ruby says to you as she moves to kneel above your face. “Ready for the grand finale?”
“Yes.” You nod, and you know you have fallen under the same spell as Sam, but you can’t be bothered to care, not as Ruby lowers herself down onto your face.
She is already soaking by the time your tongue makes contact with her pussy. Your inexperience didn’t stop at sucking dick, it also extended to eating pussy, so you tried your best to recreate what she and Sam did for you. You started with open mouthed kisses along her clit. Reaching up, you curled your hands around her thighs, the tips of your fingers digging into the plush and muscle.
Your entire body jolted as you felt Sam guide the blunt head of his cock through your soaked pussy. Then, it caught on your entrance and your breath was knocked from your lungs. You tried to keep your movements on Ruby’s pussy consistent, but the stretch and pressure of Sam slowly pushing himself inside you gave you pause.
“Go easy, Sam. Don’t wanna break our sweet girl.” Ruby moans from above you.
“Tryin’” He groaned, pulling his cock out just to slide it back in again and sending himself in deeper a few inches. “So tight, baby.”
Ruby, evidently impatient at your halting, started to grind down on your mouth. The movement shocks you back into yourself as you work with her movements. Finally, Sam hit the wall where he couldn’t go any deeper, and you had never felt so full in your life, his length splitting you open right down the center. And when he started to move, it was a conscious effort to keep licking and kissing at Ruby’s core.
He started slow, keeping them long and even. Sam’s choked sounds met your ears even through Ruby’s thighs bracketing your ears. Hers harmonized with his, desperate and full as she ground her hips on your face.
You felt her lean forward, the angle of which she sat changing as she did. Then you felt her fingers against your clit, working in circles as Sam fucked into you. So so so much. You felt yourself tighten around Sam’s cock. Clearly he did too from the way his hand shot to your hip, your name falling from his lips roughly. He sounded wrecked, and you sure you did too against Ruby’s core.
Her hips started to shudder around your shoulders, and you clung to her. When her climax spread through your body, she tensed above you, a loud moan echoing through the room. You weren’t sure you heard a prettier sound.
She stayed bent over your body, her pussy no longer pressed to your face. You could feel her arousal coat your mouth and chin and you licked your lips, wiping whatever was left with your hand. Then her mouth closed around your clit and you cried out, gripping back onto her thighs.
“Don’t know how much longer I can last, pretty girl.” Sam panted. “Fuck, she’s so tight, Ruby. Feels so good.”
Ruby moaned against your pussy and you felt your walls start to clamp down around his cock. Between their joined efforts, you felt that coil tightening rapidly and then it snapped. Darkness clouded your vision as your back arched clear off the bed. You moaned incoherently, it could have been her name, his, a mix of both.
You didn’t know.
You didn’t care.
Not as Sam thrust into you a little harder, the tempo becoming erratic as he chased his own high. Ruby slid off of you, laying directly beside you, her hand running up and down your thigh. Pink tinged her cheeks in a postcoital glow, both of you watching as Sam fucked into you. His breaths were punctuated with moans, each one growing more and more desperate until he pulled out of you completely.
Then Ruby was there, her mouth instantly around his cock, taking him deep into her mouth. You marveled, as Sam gripped her hair hard enough to make your own head hurt as he came. It was a wrecked sound, one you wanted to hear again. His hips stuttered into her mouth until you could see his balls stop throbbing. She pulled off his cock, licking whatever spilled from the sides of her mouth.
Then Ruby was curled against one side of you, then Sam laid out on the other side and you were so warm. Complete. Sam pressed a kiss to your temple, Ruby pressed one to your shoulder.
“So good, baby.” She crooned.
“Holy…shit.” You panted, and Sam laughed.
“Just you wait , baby.” He pressed another kiss to your hairline. “This is just the beginning for us.”
And this time, you listened.
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