16. Lemon
Chapter 16
Lemon
T he door creaks open and time is up.
My chance to run is over.
Ezra emerges from the bathroom, his lean, tattooed body still glistening from the shower. He saunters over to where Atticus sits regally in the ornate chair and sinks to his knees before him, head bowed in submission.
Atticus reaches out, running his fingers through Ezra's damp, dark locks. "Such an obedient pet," he murmurs approvingly.
Ezra nuzzles against Atticus' palm, eyes flickering up to meet my gaze. There's a hint of mischief in them, despite his pose of deference.
Atticus tugs sharply on Ezra's hair, drawing a gasp. "Did I give you permission to look at her?"
"No, Sir," Ezra replies, dropping his gaze once more. I may be na?ve, but even I can tell that the game has changed. Earlier this wouldn’t have happened, but it’s like when Ezra came out of the bathroom a switch had been flipped. I can’t help but be intrigued by it.
"Did you prepare yourself properly, pet?" His voice is smooth yet commanding.
"Yes, Sir." Ezra's reply is soft and reverent, his eyes lowered submissively.
Atticus gives a curt nod, releasing his grip, and Ezra remains kneeling with his hands clasped behind his back.
He looks so at ease like that, so comfortable.
Atticus turns his icy-blue gaze on me. "You'll learn."
It's as if he can see right through me, read my innermost thoughts. I shiver under his scrutiny, naked and exposed.
Atticus smirks, clearly enjoying this. He pats Ezra's cheek condescendingly. "Go greet my lemon drop properly."
Ezra rises fluidly to his feet and prowls toward the bed where I lie vulnerable and exposed. I can't help shrinking back against the pillows as he joins me, the mattress dipping under his added weight once again.
"There's no need to be afraid, bellezza," he purrs, trailing a fingertip down my arm. His touch leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "I don't bite that much and you seemed to like it just fine moments ago."
His hand slides lower, fingertips dancing along the lace edge of my panties. My breath hitches, heartbeat quickening. He notices and grins wolfishly.
"I think someone likes this," he says. Behind him, Atticus makes a low sound of approval.
Ezra's fingers slip beneath the thin, damp fabric and I gasp, arching into his touch. He chuckles. "That's it, give in to me..."
Damn him for being so fucking good at this. My moans fill the air, mingling with the breaths of these two men.
He hooks his fingers into the lacy fabric, wrenching it down my thighs until I’m completely bare under their lust- filled stares. I’ve never felt more exposed in my life and I don’t even have time to wonder if my body is to their liking. It’s evident it is, and I exhale a small breath of relief. I love my body, but I know not everyone does and even when they say they do, it’s a lie.
My pussy is swollen and aching, the slick wetness coating my inner thighs. Ezra bites his lip and groans. "Fuck, look at that. Juicy just like a ripe lemon begging to be used," he growls quietly, his gaze a carnal appraisal as he stares between my legs. "Think she tastes as sweet straight from the source?" He shoots Atticus a wink before bending down between my trembling thighs.
His warm breath fans over my aching sex, sending shivers straight to my core. "You have no idea how fucking wet and delicious you smell," he moans right before his tongue swipes through my folds in one leisurely stroke. I cry out in surprise and ecstasy, bucking my hips against him uncontrollably.
Greedy for more, I grab onto the sheets as he laps at my pussy like a starving maniac. His tongue probes every single fold and crevice, teasing me mercilessly.
His tongue circles my clit till I'm writhing beneath him. "Oh god," slips past my lips unbidden. Atticus chuckles softly, clearly relishing every second of my undoing.
Ezra's talented tongue has me seeing stars, my vision going hazy around the edges. I can feel my climax building, that delicious tension coiling tighter and tighter within me.
"Please, I'm so close," I whimper, barely recognizing the needy edge in my own voice.
Ezra pulls back, his stubbled chin glistening with my arousal. "Not yet, sweet thing. He decides when you come," he rasps before diving back in. His lips seal around my clit as he sucks hard, pushing me right to the brink again .
Just as I'm about to tumble over the edge, he stops again. I let out a frustrated sob, my hips bucking desperately, seeking more friction.
“Sorry, bellezza, but duty calls,” he says before he gets off the bed.
I watch as Ezra reverently approaches Atticus, his eyes darkened with devotion in his task. With deft fingers, he begins to undress Atticus, peeling away each layer of his impeccably tailored suit. I can't tear my eyes away, equal parts intrigued and aroused by this intimate ritual unfolding before me.
Ezra's cock bobs eagerly between his legs as he works, betraying his own barely restrained need despite his outward focus on Atticus.
He slides the suit jacket off, walking toward the closet and hanging it up before stepping back in front of Atticus and removing the crisp white dress shirt and folding it before moving to unzipping the tailored pants. He kneels, untying and removing Atticus’ shoes and socks before tugging the dark slacks down his legs until all that’s left are the dark red boxer briefs.
Atticus stands stoically, allowing Ezra to undress him like he's done countless times before.
Once stripped almost bare, Atticus' powerful physique is on full display. Broad shoulders, chiseled abs and muscular thighs that have me practically salivating. Ezra neatly hangs up the suit piece by piece, taking care to arrange the shoes just so, as if conducting a sacred act.
Kneeling once more, Ezra looks up at Atticus with naked longing. "Please, may I free you, Sir?" he asks, his voice raspy and laced with desire. Atticus gives a slight nod as Ezra gently tugs his boxer briefs down his strong thighs. His thick, hard length springs free, curving up toward his chiseled abs.
Ezra wraps his hand around Atticus' thick shaft, guiding it toward his parted lips. His eyes flutter closed as he takes the swollen head into his mouth, sucking gently. Atticus' face remains stoic, but I see his jaw clench, the only outward sign of the pleasure I know he must be feeling.
"Take it deeper," Atticus commands, his voice rough and domineering. Ezra eagerly complies, relaxing his throat to accommodate more of Atticus' impressive length. He bobs his head slowly, worshiping Atticus' cock with his mouth and tongue.
Atticus' large hand comes to rest on the back of Ezra's head, fisting his dark locks almost painfully. With one rough motion, he forces himself deeper down Ezra's throat, causing him to choke and splutter around the intrusion.
"You like having your mouth fucked, don't you?" Atticus growls. "Be a good boy and get my cock nice and wet. Unless you want me to split that tight little ass wide open with no lube."
I avert my eyes, a furious blush staining my cheeks.
Atticus places a large hand under my chin, tilting my face up. "Did I give you permission to look away, girl?" he asks, his sharp gaze locking onto mine.
I swallow hard, forcing myself to meet his intense gaze. "N-no, Sir," I stammer.
"That's right. You will watch everything. Understand?"
Ezra works Atticus' cock eagerly, lips stretched wide, while Atticus spews a litany of degrading commands.
"Take it all, you little slut. Show my new pet what a good boy you are for me."
Tears stream down Ezra's face, but he doesn't resist, continuing to suck and gag messily on Atticus' dick. My own arousal builds despite the debasement, heat pooling low in my belly.
Atticus finally pulls Ezra off his cock and I watch as strings of spit keep them connected as Ezra looks up at him and that damn smirk crosses his face before he licks his lips.
"On the bed, face down," Atticus commands, his voice like gravel. Ezra scrambles to comply, positioning himself on all fours atop the luxurious sheets and spreads my legs so I’m open for their gaze.
Atticus circles around behind him like a predator with his prey, gripping Ezra's hips firmly. Without warning, he thrusts into Ezra's waiting heat, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke.
Ezra cries out, back arching. Atticus sets a relentless pace, fucking into him with focused intensity. The sound of skin slapping on skin echoes through the room, punctuated by Ezra's pleasured moans.
Heat pools between my thighs as I imagine being in Ezra's place. Just watching them is enough to push me close to the edge again.
Atticus grabs Ezra's hair once more, gripping it roughly as he grunts out each thrust. "Eat her pussy," he growls. "Eat it like it's your last fucking meal."
Ezra doesn't hesitate.
His tongue swirls around my clit before dipping inside of me, filling me with his wet heat. The sensations are almost too much to bear as they work in tandem—Atticus driving into him, and Ezra devouring my pussy like a man starving for the taste of me.
Atticus smirks down at me, his blue eyes cold yet blazing with lust. "You like watching this, don't you, pet?" he growls. "You're a dirty little voyeur."
I can only whimper in response, too consumed by the pleasure wracking my body to form coherent words. He leans forward. "Say it."
"Y-yes," I gasp out between pants of air. "I…I like it."
Atticus' hand leaves Ezra's hair and comes crashing down on my left breast with a resounding smack. The sting ignites a fire of pleasure engulfing my entire body. "Say it louder," he demands, spanking my other breast just as hard. "Scream it for me."
"I'm a dirty little voyeur!"
Atticus chuckles darkly at my whimpers. "So you can listen and obey. You don't get to come yet though, pet. Not until I allow it."
Just as I near the breaking point, Atticus barks out, "Stop!" Ezra retreats immediately, his lips and chin glistening.
"Please..." I whisper, barely recognizing my own voice.
Atticus smiles, satisfied at having reduced me to begging so quickly as he continues to fuck Ezra. I watch the pleasure wash over both of their faces and stay quiet because while Atticus demanded he stop he only withdrew his mouth. Ezra’s long fingers continue to languidly pump in and out of my center, directly defiling the man commanding us both.
"Tell me how much you want to be in his place, begging for my cock inside of you."
My cheeks burn crimson, but I can't deny the truth. "G-God, I…I want it."
"Then beg for it, Lemon. Beg us both for it." Ezra moans, his eyes meeting mine in the reflection. His are glassy with lust, beseeching me with a look that tells me this is the only answer. “Please bellezza, beg as if your life depends on it. He won’t let me cum until you do.”
Shame and arousal war within me, but arousal wins out as I gasp, "P-Please. I-I beg you…fuck me. I want both of you inside me so badly."
Atticus grabs a fistful of Ezra's hair, yanking his head back so they're staring into each other's eyes. "Look at me!" he demands, his voice low and menacing. "Whose little whore are you?"
"Yours, Sir! I'm your whore!" Ezra pants, his eyes glazed over with lust.
"And no one else's." Atticus punctuates each word with a thrust, hammering the point home literally and figuratively.
"N-no one else's, Sir," Ezra stammers out as he shudders and moans. "I-I belong to you."
Atticus, satisfied with Ezra's answer, gives a curt nod. "Good boy." Then he turns his piercing blue gaze back to me, his grip on Ezra's hair tightening. "And what about you, Lemon? Are you my little whore? Because you just said you want both of us inside of you and that sounds like something one of my little whores would say, doesn’t it playboy?"
All Ezra can do is let you a moan of agreement and for once I don’t think I just do exactly what my body is telling me to do.
"Y-Yes Uncle Atti…I want it. I want both of you so bad. Please. I-I need to cum! I’m your little whore." I whimper, my face flushing with shame at the desperation in my voice.
Atticus smirks at my admission, his ice-colored eyes sparkling with delight. "That's my good girl," he purrs, leaning down to press a harsh kiss to my swollen lips, smashing Ezra between us before pushing back and shoving Ezra’s face back into me. My nails dig into the sheets, and I bite my bottom lip to muffle my moans. Their combined weight is borderline unbearable, yet exquisite at once.
I feel Ezra's mouth latch onto my clit, sucking and licking with fervent urgency as Atticus continues to pound into him from behind. My thighs tremble, the pleasure almost unbearable as Ezra works me expertly. I can tell he's just as desperate to make me cum as I am.
"Two minutes," Atticus growls, his thrusts gaining force. "You have two minutes to make our little pet cum, or you don't get to. And then no cumming for twenty-four hours."
Ezra moans against me, the vibrations pushing me closer to the edge as he redoubles his efforts, scissoring his finger inside my aching pussy. He crooks them just right, stroking my g-spot in sync with each flick of his tongue. I gasp and writhe right on the brink.
Atticus' eyes bore into mine, relishing my unraveling. "One minute left," he warns.
Ezra is relentless, fucking me with his fingers while sucking fiercely on my clit. My orgasm crests and I cry out, shaking and clamping down on Ezra’s hand as I gush into his eager mouth.
I lay panting and trembling as Ezra gently laps up my release, prolonging the intense sensations. He looks up at me through lust-filled eyes, licking his lips clean with a satisfied smirk.
Atticus doesn't allow us to bask for long. "Good boy," he says gruffly to Ezra as he continues pounding into him. "Now it's time for your reward."
He pulls out abruptly, leaving Ezra empty and whining. "Stroke your cock until you cum into your fist," Atticus commands. "Then feed it to her."
Ezra obeys without hesitation, grasping his flushed erection and working himself at a furious pace. His face twists in ecstasy and it's not long before he's spurting white ropes into his palm with a choked moan.
Ezra brings his cum-covered hand up to my lips. "Lick it all up," he purrs. I tentatively dart my tongue out, tasting the salty bitterness mingled with the heady scent of his skin. Soon I'm lapping eagerly, licking every last drop from his fingers as he groans.
Atticus looks on approvingly before grabbing Ezra's hips and slamming back inside him. Ezra yelps, then melts into low, urgent moans as Atticus pounds into him relentlessly. "You're mine," Atticus growls through gritted teeth. "All mine."
With a final brutal thrust, he buries himself deep in Ezra's ass, his body going taut as he fills him up. Ezra cries out and shudders, eyes rolling back. They stay locked together, panting raggedly before Atticus finally pulls out.
Ezra collapses onto the bed beside me, sweat glistening on his tattooed skin. I glance over at his spent cock, soft now against his thigh, but still glistening. I'm still reeling, heart pounding, core aching in the most delicious way. Atticus kneels on the bed looking at both of us as Ezra slips to the side of me tilting his head to touch mine and we both heave, messy, sweaty and covered in cum.
Atticus smirks and says, "I thought about letting you two clean up but I think you can just lay there, my filthy little cum sluts." He lies on the other side of me, trapping me between him and Ezra.
I shudder, overwhelmed and spent yet craving more. Atticus moves close, his rough beard scraping my shoulder as he nips my ear.
I feel small and helpless, sandwiched between their hard, muscular bodies. Their mingled scents wash over me—musk, sex, sweat. Ezra nuzzles into my neck, his lips brushing my skin in a tender caress even as his body pins me down.
On my other side, Atticus slides a possessive hand over my body until he’s touching both of us.
“You did good, lemon drop. Such a good girl for me. Get some sleep now.” I want to argue with him, demand he let me get cleaned up or go back to my room. Any number of things, but I can’t deny that between the two of them, I feel something I’ve never felt before, so I decide to bite my tongue as I close my eyes and let sleep overtake me.