PT 3
Cuddling on the couch with Kate had turned out to be a lot of fun, though not as relaxing as might be expected. The mercurial blonde had snuggled up next to Steve, resting her head on his shoulder. He and Alice were still naked from their messy little game on the table, while Kate was mostly clothed. At least he'd had been allowed to share a blanket on the couch, while a freshly showered Alice had been made to sit on the floor in front of them. Kate's bare foot rested on her girlfriend's shoulder, occasionally being pushed against her cheek. Alice seemed engrossed in the movie, distractedly kissing and biting the foot whenever Kate's nudges became too forceful.
They were (technically) watching an action movie set on a distant planet. A surprising choice, until he realised that it was Alice's turn to pick and that Kate wasn't really there for the movie...or the cuddling. Instead, Kate was clutching her third bottle of beer in one hand, while the other roved across his thighs and between his legs at random intervals. He'd had a great time teasing Alice before, but Kate had interrupted their fun before he could take things further, leaving him aroused and frustrated. Naturally, the sadistic blonde seemed intent on increasing his frustration.
Every expertly delivered handjob suddenly stopped as he began squirming in his seat. Every cup of his balls was followed by long minutes of being completely ignored. He would go soft again and even start following the movie a little bit, then her hand would be back on his cock, or fondling his balls, squeezing hard enough to make him moan in genuine distress. The only sign that Kate was even aware of what her hand was doing was the distant smirk on her face. Alice would occasionally look over her shoulder, checking that her girlfriend wasn't playing too rough.
Steve's breath hitched again as Kate brought him to the edge of orgasm, her hand sliding up to squeeze just below his swollen glans. She leaned into him, pressing her lips to his ear, her breath tickling against his skin as she squeezed painfully hard. "If you cum before bed time then the fun is over. Understand?"
"I...God," he gasped. "I understand."
"You don't want the fun to be over, Steve," her smile felt predatory against his ear. "If you're a good little boy then I'll make your dreams come true. You wouldn't believe the things Alice will do for me."
"Oh fuck," he whimpered, as her grip softened and she began to stroke him off again. "Please..."
"Please, what?"
"Puh-please stop," he stammered. "I can't take much more of this."
"Don't see how that's my problem," Kate's smile only broadened. She did release his cock, though, and returned to roughly handling his balls. He exhaled with a shudder, feeling the imminent explosion of cum receding. He was going to make it, he swore to himself, no matter what she did to him.
"If you can hold out just a little longer I'm going to give that little bitch to you on a plate," Kate whispered. "But there will be a price." Her hand slipped back onto his cock and he moaned again, trying to squirm out of her reach. The slow pistoning motion of her hand held him in place, making him twitch so violently that he accidentally kicked Alice in the back. Kate laughed as he mumbled an apology.
"Halfway through the movie, Steve," Kate whispered. "You can do it. You fucking little slut."
Jesus, he thought, gritting his teeth, it was going to be a long movie.
II
It had indeed been a long movie. Long and gruelling enough that even an audience at Cannes would have rioted and burned the theatre down. Kate had been relentless, jerking him off to the very edge of orgasm, then letting him simmer before starting all over again. When he'd started to get accustomed to the handjobs and ball torture, she'd made him lift his ass off the couch, sticking her thumb up and ordering him to sit on it. Then she'd gone after his cock again, ramming her thumb into him until he was panting like a dog. The worst part was trying to endure it in relative silence, in case Alice felt that she had to step in and save him.
Of course, she'd deliberately ruined the ending of the movie for Alice by ordering her girlfriend to pull aside the blanket and suck on the head of his cock. The last five minutes of the film had gone by with Alice's lips sealed around him, lovingly swirling her tongue against his overstimulated skin. Steve had been forced to take an intense interest in the finale just so he could avoid meeting Alice's attentive gaze. It had taken every last shred of his willpower to avoid slamming her head down his shaft and emptying his balls directly down her throat.
When Kate finally led them both to the bedroom, his erection felt like an iron bar filled with burning wasps. His hands were clenching into fists and he was giving serious thought to just bending Kate over the bed and railing her until she screamed for mercy. But he'd come this far and Alice was walking right beside him, giving him a happy smile. If he could stay the course he'd find out exactly what Kate could make her do.
Kate directed Alice to sit on the bed, sitting with her back to the headboard, but told Steve to stand facing her at the end of the bed. He expected more teasing, maybe a painful yank on his balls, but instead Kate moved behind him and began gently massaging his shoulders. Her hands drifted to his upper arms, then his back, as soft and soothing as her voice. "You've been a good boy. I didn't think you had it in you, lasting that long. You're so close to getting your reward."
She opened a draw in the bedside cabinet, pulling out a small bottle of oil, returning to smear it across his shoulders. Her fingertips moved in tiny circles, pressing into the tense muscles of his upper back, easing the tension that thrummed through his body. "I want you to take deep, calming breaths. Nice and slow. Get that cock under control. There's just one more little test and then you're going to be in heaven."
Steve concentrated on his breathing, meeting Alice's curious gaze as Kate's fingers drew lines of oil down his spine. The change in Kate's demeanour was a bit eerie, but her touch remained gentle even as her fingers reached his buttocks. Her fingers curled to cup his ass with the same tender care that she'd applied to his shoulders and back. "What did I tell you I'd give you on the couch?"
"Uh," he hesitated say it out loud, remembering that Alice hadn't heard the whispered promise. "You said you'd serve Alice up to me on a platter."
"Yes, that's close enough," Kate laughed. Judging by the slight flicker of alarm on Alice's face, Kate wasn't one to make empty promises.
Her fingers were slick and warm with oil as they slid between his buttocks, a single digit pressing against his anal ring. Steve flinched and stifled a moan. "Kate, I can't..."
