The thought made Carter grin. The two of them were definitely cats. Which she guessed made her a bulldog.
"They put on quite the floor show," Root said, hiding her jealousy under a pinched smile. She was just finishing off Carter's second foot. "Maybe we should have some enhanced viewing."
"What'd you have in mind?"
"Just a little something I keep on hand for—stress relief." Root reached into her purse. The vibrator would've almost been discreet if it weren't for the hot pink coloring.
"Stress relief, huh?" Shaw asked before kicking herself for admitting to an interest in Root's shenanigans.
Root smiled at her, overjoyed at the same "When you put your hand around my throat and hint at just how hard you can
squeeze
—it's very, very stressful."
"I'll try to avoid that in the future."
"No. You just follow through next time. Then I won't need momma's little helper here." She turned the vibe on, eyebrows waggling at the buzz.
Zoe spread her legs.
"Hey." Carter slapped Shaw's ass hard. "Don't talk to the other prisoners while I have you detained."
Shaw pressed her cheek against the couch cushion. "Or else what?"
With a thump, Carter dropped to her knees behind Shaw's upturned ass, eyes never leaving it as she leaned in and kissed, right under the bulge of her buttocks into her legs. Shaw shuddered with anticipation, eyes locked with Root, mocking the idea of her being able to delight her so much. Carter ran her full lips teasing over the valley of Shaw's ass, the sweet curve drawing her all the way down to Shaw's watering cunt, its scent greeting her nostrils like an old friend.
She pursed her lips right next to it, but went back up instead, ripping Shaw's panties down, spreading her cheeks, and making her tongue a whirlpool around Shaw's asshole. Shaw growled with low pleasure. Her eyes blazed into Root.
Root compartmentalized. She laid Zoe out on the couch like a vampire's victim, worked the vibe like a scalpel, massaging all of Zoe from her tired feet to her tingling lips, moving the pleasure around like the energy in a acupuncture session. Zoe was soon writhing, helpless, moaning as she arched her back cravenly to Root's touch, but the hacker had no interest in her.
Her eyes met Shaw's every glance and with each shared look, she wished with all her heart that she hadn't agreed to the bargain that had gotten her inside the room. Even if she were on the outside looking in, at least she could finish things herself; relieve the incredible pressure building up inside her.
Carter ran her tongue back and forth along Shaw's slit until it was impossible to tell what wetness was her saliva and what was just Shaw. Then she took hold of Shaw's ass, fingers dug into her cheek, and rammed herself in, lips and teeth working furiously on Shaw's labia, tongue going inside to do magic in Shaw's cunt. Shaw felt delight from the tips of her toes to the ends of her hair, which had fallen over her face as she shifted and wiggled, trying to deliver her pussy to Carter's mouth.
Through her disheveled hair, she held Root's gaze until a sprawling moan had worked its way out of her, then closed her eyes blissfully. Root was so fixated on the alluring, hateful sight of Shaw being brought to orgasm by someone other than herself—though she consoled herself that
obviously
Shaw was thinking of her naked—that she barely even noticed Zoe grabbing her vibrator hand at the wrist. She looked over to Zoe, who gave her a wan, fixer's smile.
"C'mon," she said, and got to her feet. Root went with her as if in a daze, her keen mind not sure
what
Zoe was doing until they'd rounded the couch. Root's eyes fixed religiously on her new view of Shaw. She stared at Shaw's labia being delicately stretched by Carter's tongue, the pink shadows inside her being licked to a glistening glow.
Zoe still had Root's wrist in her hand. She brought it to her sex, and once Root had started touching her, she reached over and masturbated the hacker in turn. The two felt each other warm and wetten as they watched the spectacle before them.
With her face buried in a cushion, her pussy full of sensation, Shaw had no idea. Carter had heard them coming, and Shaw tasted all the sweeter with the knowledge. She ate Shaw even more voraciously, tongue streaking maddening through Shaw's sex until she bent her head back, thrust her chin forward, tongue straining for Shaw's G-spot.
Sparks of ecstasy flew from the contact. Shaw cried out, body bucking, Carter holding her down with both hands, keeping her mouth fastened on Shaw's pussy, her tongue hitting the assassin's spot like a hammer striking an anvil.
Lightning was going up Shaw's spine, or down it—hard to know when she couldn't tell which way was up. Her body tilted down, ass heaving up into the air, Carter lifting it up from the back of the couch to keep fucking it with her mouth. Even the slightest motion of Carter's body scraped Shaw's swollen nipples over the couch cushions, the sensation all but hurting her with pleasure.
"Eat me, eat me!" Shaw cried happily. "You're so good—suck my pussy so good—going to come—" She babbled a laugh as Carter's tongue made wet circles around her clit, flickering across it when her nub was throbbing at its hardest. "Come so good!"
Shaw's eyes were closed; those of every other woman in the room were drinking in the swell of Shaw's ass, her pussy meeting Carter's mouth in a deep kiss. Root's fingers went faster in Zoe. Zoe's fingers went faster in Shaw.
Almost ready,
they thought, brains forced into unison by their lust for Shaw, their need for her orgasm.
Carter's heartbeat pounded in her ears as she tweaked Shaw's clit with her fingers, rediscovered her spot with her tongue. Shaw's handcuffed fingers tightened into fists, flew out into straining supernovas, an overwhelming jolt of orgasm that roared the length of her cunt like a train through a tunnel.
"I can feel it!" she loosed, "I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it!"
Carter rode Shaw's climaxing body like she was breaking in a horse, unwilling to relinquish the taste of her for love or money, carrying her helplessly, mindlessly from one peak to the next. Shaw's slit pulled tighter and tighter, her mouth seeming to grow as much as her sex clench, until her lips were wide open in a soundless cry of complete ecstasy. It felt as though her pussy was liquid and Carter was whipping it into a froth. But then it withdrew, and even as she shook with a second orgasm, Shaw was moaning in need.
Carter was backing away, into Zoe's arms, and it was Root's turn. She threw herself onto Shaw, not so much kneeling as sprawling on the floor with her tongue at Shaw's cunt, lashing it like a whip. Shaw was shocked into a third orgasm right on the heels of the second; this tongue wasn't probing her, wasn't abusing her spot, was just lapping in long cool strides across her labia, every luxurious stroke sending a discordant spasm of delight rampaging through her.
Then Carter and Zoe fell onto the couch beside them, tribbing like mating wolves. Shaw looked over her shoulder, groaned more in exasperation than orgasm.
"Don't say it," she said. "And don't stop. You stop and I'll murder you with knives."
Root gave Shaw's overworked pussy a little break, massaging her thighs and raining butterfly kisses on her neglected vulva. "Oh, don't worry, baby. Stopping isn't on the menu."
"And I'm still gonna kick your ass for this."
"I'm fine with anything you wanna do with my ass..."
"Would you stop flirting and have sex already?" Carter demanded. "You're literally sucking each other's clits; stop the damn bantering."
"Shaw hasn't actually experienced my clitoris yet—"
"I said shut it!"
