10. Steak And Cream 10

Luo Fei leaps off the floor, bare-ass naked, and goes rummaging around in a box on the other side of the room.

Shameless in his own nudity, his cock soft but glistening against his thigh, Ben pulls himself further up against the chair with a groan, dislodging Xiaoman’s leg. “No, not this.”

“Yes!” Luo Fei crows, randomly throwing things to the floor.

“I’m so sorry, Xiaoman,” Ben intones with the suggestion of long suffering behind his words.

With a gleeful cry of triumph, Luo Fei crosses the room holding a bunch of straps. He shakes it out and there...there is a dildo attached to the straps. He jiggles it in front of her face.

She’s not a naïf, she’s seen them before during police raids of houses of ill repute, but not quite this up close. She can’t stop blinking. It is a fairly realistic but substantial example of “manhood”, albeit in some dark and polished wood.

Ben wrinkles his nose. “Absurd.”

Luo Fei. “You are just jealous of the woman who gave it to me.”

“I am not! I think it’s ridiculous when you have the real thing right here.” He waves a hand over his lap.

“But she, in fact, does not have the real thing .” Luo Fei actually uses the dildo to point at Xiaoman.

“What is that contraption?” She manages to ask in the break.

“It is so you can strap it on,” Luo Fei says, as if it should be obvious, and.

And.

Xiaoman’s brain has stopped, completely.

“Here I thought you were the one who did not want us to pervert her,” Ben says, his words drawled out in amusement.

“That was before.” His words are flippant but he’s watching her as he speaks, his face scrunched up in worry.

She feels the flood of her passion seep out between her thighs as her brain turns back on. Images flicker in her mind — stuttering like a film going out of timing at the theater — of Luo Fei bent over...bent over for her… or on his back, legs over her shoulders the way he was for Ben, begging and crying and…

She grabs the tangle of straps, gasping with need, and fights with them. “Help me!” She demands and looks up to see Luo Fei frozen in surprise.

“You want— ?”

“I think she does.” Ben gently takes the contraption, using his deft fingers to straighten out the straps and hold it up properly. Xiaoman grabs his face and kisses him, hard and fast, then sits back on her knees. She feels flushed and hot and wild.

He looks at her in understanding, his own eyes brightening, and a sly smirk slowly spreads over his handsome face. “I think I am beginning to see the appeal.”

She nods, delirious with need. “Help me! Teach me!”

“Oh,” Luo Fei whispers.

Xiaoman reaches up, grabs his arm and tosses him down on the floor again. Ben rolls away to make room, chuckling, as he unfastens a couple of loops. Xiaoman shoves Luo Fei’s legs apart and crawls in between. She’s perched over him, panting for breath, her hands grabbing his hips hard enough to bruise. “Let me. Please, Luo Fei. Please .”

“Yes!” He nods frantically, wrapping his long legs around her hips, hooking his ankles together and dragging her closer. His cock, still strong and firm, rubs against her nub and she shudders so hard it feels like she’s been shocked. It would easy, so easy and simple, to shift up a little and let him slide into her — she’s sopping wet and open for him, and it would feel so good , better than awkward fumbles with inexperienced boys in storage sheds.

She falls down to her elbows and kisses him, filthy and deep, all tongue and lips and possession. Xiaoman’s brain is a haze of exhaustion but lust and need fill every nook and cranny of her body, a driving force beyond reason. His arms come up and drag her even closer, running his hands up and down her back while he makes soft noises of pleasure. For all that he can be a clumsy mess of frantic energy at times, here he is gentle despite the heat between them. His fingers trail over her skin as if seeking assurance that after all that she has seen of him, she is still here. She pours her own feelings into their kisses, pressing him down, rolling just enough to rub her breasts against his chest. Her senses melt, turning everything warm and syrupy around her.

Someone smacks her ass. Hard .

She’s up on her knees with an inelegant squawk before she puts together the fact that it was Ben. He’s smirking at her again, so she glares back, but then he holds up the strap-on dildo, raising one eyebrow in question.

Her lust turns sharp and coppery, her heart pounding so hard she is sure they can hear it’s pulsing beat. She has been aroused before, with others and on her own, and having Ben bring her off earlier was an exquisite experience she wants to repeat as soon as possible, but this...this feeling is new. She understands what people mean, now, when they say “in the heat of passion” because she is burning up with it, the flush running down her face and chest to her belly like its own fire.

Ben nods as if she has said all of that aloud, then shuffles closer. His fingers are quick and skilled, sorting out the straps, wrapping them around her, and adjusting them in the clasps and rings until it is settled on her hips.

Looking down, she feels ridiculous for a moment. The straps bite into her skin to keep the thing bobbing in place. The pressure settles just over her folds, right on her clit, so that’s something, she guesses. It still looks absurd.

“Xiaoman,” Luo Fei says, a reverent whisper that is barely her name. She looks away from the thing flopping around between her legs to his face, and sees a reflection of her earlier fire. He desires her like this, she thinks in a daze — he wants her to take him as any other man would. Suddenly the contraption, the falseness of is, does not feel ridiculous anymore. She reaches down and cups it in her hand, holding it up, feeling its weight, imagining it as a part of her.

Ben’s hand rests on her other shoulder as he moves nearer, angling so that he is not directly behind her this time. “Feel how heavy it is? How bold?” He asks, leaning up to look down at it with her. “It is the part of you that is without reason.” One long finger traces down the length of it, his skin a stark contrast to the dark wood. “It makes you want to claim, to own .”

She nods, air coming thick into her lungs. Distantly, she hears a small, high pitched whine, and realizes that it is coming from Luo Fei. His lips are parted but his teeth are clenched, and he’s glaring at her.

She laughs softly. “Patience is a virtue!”

He looks like he’s getting ready to jump up and yell at her, so she scoots forward. Her cock bounces a bit and slaps against the soft skin between his groin and his hip, making him roll his head back and groan. She’s trying to figure out where to put her hands when Ben puts one of his on the underside of Luo Fei’s knee and pushes. The effect is to roll Luo Fei’s hips up and expose his hole to her, but his other leg kicks uncertainly so she mimics Ben’s hold with it. They each are holding his legs high and apart, and beneath them, every part of Luo Fei is open to them, everything revealed, and all of him for their eyes and hearts.

With his free hand, Ben grabs hers and braids their fingers together. “I can’t tell you how it feels,” is all he says before lowering their hands to Luo Fei’s hole, which is red-rimmed and shining with lube and cum. Ben’s essence , Xiaoman thinks in awe, as he pushes her index finger into Luo Fei and she discovers what it is like for a man to give way to her.

“Ah! Ah! I’m ready! I’m ready for it!” Luo Fei jerks his hips, clearly annoyed with the detour...at least until Xiaoman clenches the fist holding one of his knees up. She knows she’s going to leave a bruise there but that’s her only anchor and she feels like she is flying away. Her finger strokes him from the inside in the most intimate touch a lover can bestow, and it is hot and velvety to the touch — she can barely breathe, knowing that she has done this, now. She has breached a man who has offered everything he has to her: his secrets, his fears, his desire.

“Luo Fei,” she says, pushing another finger in.

“Yes, yes, Xiaoman,” he answers, a small, wonderous smile breaking out.

“Do this,” Ben says and bends finger up, curling it, as example.

She does, and Luo Fei seizes with a soft cry when she rubs over a spongy spot deep inside him. She looks over at Ben, too excited for words. He nods, just as happy. He whispers into her ear. “Would you like to touch me there too?”

The words slam into her. She curls over Luo Fei, shoving her fingers in hard, fucking him with fast strokes, lust bursting bright behind her eyes and pushing her blood through her veins so hard, so fast, she thinks for a second she might pass out. She looks Luo Fei once she gets her bearings, and finds him biting his bottom lip and staring back at her, his eyes wide and dark.

“He’s ready for you,” Ben says, his voice far deeper than it usually is, his eyes glittering in the soft light of morning bursting through the far window. He leans in again. “ Take him .”

She takes a deep breath and pulls her fingers free. Nodding at Ben, she grabs her cock again, adjusting her hips and position to get everything lined up, and it feels more like a math problem than she expected, having been on the receiving end. But Ben is holding Luo Fei’s hips up for her with his other hand, so with that encouragement she puts the tip of her cock at his opening and pushes with her hips, just a little, but there is only a little give for something so much larger than her small fingers. She looks at Luo Fei who is curled up and watching with feverish eyes, his passion boiling over again as his skin flushes red down his neck and chest. His own cock, which had flagged, is solid again, the tip of it peeking out dark and wet from his foreskin.

With more pressure, the tip slips through the furl of muscle, and she holds her breath as she pushes her hips forward, sinking the rest of the way into him. Her imagination fills in the sensation and she can almost believe that she feels how tight he still is, how slick, how hot. Luo Fei collapses and groans, arching his back up to push his hips down onto her.

“He’s primed, he won’t last long,” Ben says, laying down next to Luo Fei, propped up on one elbow, chin resting on his fist, the very picture of an idle gentleman. He uses his other hand to wave over Luo Fei’s body while Luo Fei pants and tries to catch his breath, fingers clawing the carpet, body giving over to small shudders. He eyes Ben warily, but Ben smiles like an angel. “So fuck him senseless.”

Xiaoman shoves in hard and sound is punched out of Luo Fei like he’s been kicked, but he grabs her arms as she settles her hands on the floor, mimicking Ben’s position from earlier. Her knees scratch across the carpet as she starts thrusting but it’s just another anchor, another point of sensation that flows through her whole body. She’s one instrument, every nerve set on driving her into Luo Fei. It’s harder than she anticipated to keep a rhythm at first, and she is discovering new muscles that no amount of martial arts training prepared her to use, but she bears down at every touch point and does her damnedest to nail Luo Fei to the floor.

The sounds are crude and erotic, slapping skin and words that are more moans than language. Luo Fei is wrapped around her in every way a lover and be, and Ben is witness to them, kissing each in turn when they bother to try and breathe. She wants to kiss Luo Fei too but the angle is wrong and she’s not as tall as Ben to be able to reach everything she wants so easily. Instead she let’s Ben plunder her mouth in between her gasps, taking the taste of Luo Fei from his tongue.

The placement of the dildo and the hold of the straps are not just pleasurable for Luo Fei — it’s a bell knocker against her, pounding at her clit and, it seems like, reaching deep into her and ringing her nerves from the inside out. She is sweating and shaking but has no desire to stop, even as she pounds into him and her consciousness begins to dissolve.

“Do it! Let him come, Ben!” She orders and Ben nods, grabbing Luo Fei’s swollen cock and stripping it mercilessly in time with her thrusts. It’s less than seconds when Luo Fei calls out, a throaty cry of completion, his body freezing under her as his muscles all seize up from his climax. And that, right then, the sound of his pleasure and delight and animalistic passion, is what pushes her over again. She slams into him, full body force, grinding her hips as she comes in him, on him, over him with an orgasm that explodes her from the inside out.

Her eyes, her ears, her voice, her skin — all of her goes over the precipice and she falls into Luo Fei’s arms.