Bridge moves ridiculously quickly when he wants to and, before I know it, he has whipped away my towel and flicked it at my buttocks. It stings and I stare at him, in shock.
"You little minx." Sacha laughs warmly and leaps for him, but Bridge is too quick and evades him, leaping lightly off the bed and making a run for the door. He would have made it too, if it hadn't been for me. I catch him around the waist, swing him round and toss him onto the bed, where Sacha is waiting and pounces on him.
Bridge squirms, giggling but Sacha has him pinned down. After a while, he subsides, panting and grinning. Sacha isn't grinning; he's staring at Bridge, with a strange look on his face. Noticing, Bridge's smile fades and he looks uncertain. I can practically see his mind working. He's wondering what he's done wrong. But I know the look on Sacha's face very well. He has done nothing wrong, nothing at all.
After gazing at him for a long moment, during which Bridge starts to squirm, in a completely different way and his uncertain look turns into a frown, Sacha whispers his name and he finally gets the message. The frown disappears, but he still looks uncertain, going still and looking up at him, with wide eyes. Slowly, Sacha lowers his head and kisses him, very gently. There is something about Bridge that makes you want to be gentle with him. In so many ways he is the complete opposite of Taz. For a moment, my mind puts them together and I shudder. That is something that's never going to happen.
Bridge's arms have gone round Sacha and he is gently stroking his ribs. Sacha's arms are trembling. In fact, all of him is trembling and I know why. Bridge's touch is light and soft, but it wakes some powerful emotions. Most of the time, it's hard to remember what he is... was, but he certainly knows what he's doing. It makes me smile to think that he is so completely not what he seems.
The stress that' been plaguing me since the incidents in the tower room, and which had eased slightly in the bath, now lifts from my shoulders and I relax completely.
As Bridge and Sacha continue to kiss, more deeply now, I climb onto the bed behind Sacha and press my body close to his. I wrap myself around him and lightly brush Bridge's arms, as they continue to stroke him. Bending forwards, I lay my cheek against the soft skin of Sacha's back and inhale deeply of his scent. He sighs and a soft moan escapes his lips, which are still locked with Bridge's.
Turning my head, I kiss Sacha's back and work my way up his spine, while Bridge's hand moves from his ribs to stroke his chest. Sacha's breathing is quickening and I know that I'm going to have some sweet, sweet fun.
When I reach his neck, Bridge strokes down over his belly to take his, already half hard, shaft into his hand. Sacha whimpers and twitches. Very, very careful I release enzyme into his neck, just behind the ear and he would have collapsed onto Bridge, if I had not been holding him tightly around the waist. As it is, his head falls forward to rest, heavy on Bridge's shoulder.
"Is he...?" Bridge asks with anxious eyes.
"He's fine." I smile. "Better than fine, and he's going to be even better, with your help."
I gently lower Sacha to one side. He isn't unconscious, just deeply relaxed. He smiles dreamily and reaches for me. That's not what I have planned, so I move away and manoeuvre Bridge into his arms instead. Sacha is not capable of sustaining a kiss, so he contents himself with tangling his hands in Bridge's hair, while Bridge teases his lips and then moves down to his throat. Sacha sighs and moves his head, to give him better access.
I smile to myself. Sacha is primed for the ride of his life and it has never pleased me more to be the one in the driving seat.
While Bridge continues to kiss his way down Sacha's body, I begin with his feet and work my way up, releasing tiny amounts of venom behind his knees and in the joint of his hips, heightening the sensation and essentially turning his legs into highly sensitive jelly.
By now, he is panting hard and moaning and Bridge has reached his groin. With a slight nod to Bridge, I watch him go to work on Sacha's cock and am, again totally, but pleasantly surprised by his skill. By the time he's licked and sucked it completely into his mouth Sacha is incoherent and shaking all over.
I notice that Bridge knows some tricks to stave off orgasm. So does Sacha, but he's in no state to even think about them, let alone practice them. While Bridge sucks him, I gently toy with his balls and then let my finger wander lower to massage his entrance. His breath catches and his hips thrust up into Bridge's mouth.
I don't have to instruct Bridge to stop what he's doing, he simply does and Sacha moans, "Nooooo," when Bridge lets him slide from his mouth and moves up to kiss him. Nevertheless, his arms come up to embrace him and he tries, with limited success, to return the kiss, only to abandon it again when I penetrate him with my fingertip.
He cries out and jerks, throwing his head back and tightening his arms. Bridge raises his head and looks down at him, his eyes wide. He is beautiful, they both are, in very different ways. Sacha is writhing and moaning from my attentions and Bridge surprises me by nudging me out of the way to take my place. He expertly teases and massages Sacha's hole, occasionally slipping his finger in, to make Sacha jump and moan.
I watch him for a while, idly toying with Sacha's shaft, occasionally flicking my thumb across the sensitive head. Gradually, we synchronise, alternating our assaults until Sacha is sobbing. Again, Bridge surprises me, positioning himself between his knees and, after a quick look of enquiry to me, which I acknowledge with a nod, he enters him. Sacha gasps and his eyes fly open. They widen ever further when he sees who it is. For some reason I'd assumed that Bridge would be more comfortable in a passive role. I think Sacha did too.
Bridge has a rapt expression on his face, which slowly spreads to Sacha's, so they are both staring at each other, lost in wonder. Bridge reaches out and gently brushes Sacha's cheek with his fingers. It's an incredibly tender and intimate gesture that makes my heart jump in my chest. The smile that slowly breaks over Sacha's face is wondrous.
When the moment of wonder is over, Bridge begins to move in and out slowly and Sacha hisses and closes his eyes, moaning. Bridge varies the speed and depth of penetration,, to prolong the experience and Sacha is soon feverish and shaking.
Sacha groans deeply as I rotate my thumb over his head, spreading precum as lubricant and adding my own enzymes to the mix, dragging a cry from him that is a mixture of pleasure and pain. He almost stops breathing, as his whole body is swept by wave after wave of intense pleasure that is not yet about bringing him to release.
He is sobbing and begging, as I send alternating pulses of intense pleasure and deep relaxation that has his eyes rolling and his mind so divorced from his body that for a few long moments he forgets to breathe entirely.
I don't need to prompt Bridge. It feels as if the boy can read my mind, which is quite a feat considering I have no idea what's on my mind at this point. Sacha is jerking his head from side to side and his eyes are rolling back. He's at the limit of what he can take, so I stop. As I take him into my mouth, Bridge regulates his strokes, making them long slow and deep. Together, we smoothly bring Sacha to a literally screaming orgasm. Gasping, he thrashes and convulses deeply.
Bridge withdraws, without release and watches fondly as Sacha slowly comes down and lies quivering under him, panting and glowing. While he is still watching Sacha, kneeling between his legs, I slide myself behind him, putting my arms around him. He feels so fragile and, at the moment he is, but I can feel the man he is going to be.
He sighs and leans back against me. "My turn?" he whispers dreamily into my neck and my response is to run my hands over his belly and chest, ending up making little circles around his nipples. He shivers but his only other reaction is to bury his nose in my hair, locate my ear with his tongue and suck my lobe into his mouth. It is unexpected and sends shivers through me, making me gasp out loud.
"Do you like that?" he whispers and, without waiting for a response the little minx slips the tip of his extremely talented tongue into my ear, so deeply he almost touches my brain. I shudder, as he keeps going. Even though I'm tweaking his nipples somewhat convulsively he is still attacking my ear; sucking, licking and thrusting until I feel shaky inside and out. It's almost unendurable. Why has no one ever done this to me before?
Unable to bear it any longer, I turn my head and kiss him. I can feel him smile. Damn him, this is supposed to be about him.
By now, Sacha has recovered and sits up, so we are sandwiching Bridge between us. I release his lips and he turns his head to continue the kiss with Sacha, who tenderly caresses his hair and shoulders, while I try out Bridge's techniques on his own ear. Whimpering, he squirms but doesn't break the kiss.
I can feel him trembling and it makes me smile. While not breaking the kiss, I bend Bridge forwards, holding his waist until he's on all fours, still kissing Sacha, who has lowered himself backwards, keeping his body pressed against Bridge's. He is now lying against the pillows, with Bridge in his arms, while Bridge is still kneeling between his legs with his bottom up in the air. He deliberately arches his back, presenting to me, and spreading his buttocks, tantalising me with the rosebud between.
Parting him further I lean down and tease him with my tongue. He sighs and pushes back against me, giving me a face full of sweetness. I'm good at what I do, very good and I soon have him squirming; thrusting and sucking as I lubricate him with my saliva.
When I consider him ready, I sit up and slide a finger into him. He does not cry out or even moan aloud, he merely begins to shiver and his legs tremble. Slowly I work my finger in deeper and, when I touch his prostate, I allow a tiny amount of venom to slip from my finger tip.
Now at last, he cries out and jerks, making me smile. "Do you like that?" I murmur and, despite everything he giggles. I can't believe it. This boy astonishes me. I bend over and kiss his back, lost in the wonder of him.
When I rise, I massage him again until I feel him relax and then I enter him, holding on to his hips to steady him. Grunting, he raises his head and throws it back, his red gold tumble of hair brushing his back, which is arched. He reminds me of a cat and I hold him close against me, still within him.
He is breathing hard and I can feel him tremble. I'm concerned about his health and so I don't push him as I would have one of the others. Very carefully I slide out and, even more carefully back in. Bridge pushes back into me, clearly wanting to play but his legs are trembling so much they can hardly support him and he is already breathless.
