26. Lemon
Chapter 26
Lemon
A tticus' lips crash into mine, his salt-and-pepper beard scratching my chin as he claims my mouth. Before I can even catch my breath, he’s turning to Ezra, grabbing a fistful of that messy dark hair and yanking him close. Their mouths collide in a clash of teeth and tongues that has me squirming.
My pussy throbs as I drink in the sight of these two gorgeous men going at it. Atticus' powerful body presses against Ezra's leaner frame. Their hands roam, groping and grasping. I'm so turned on I can barely breathe.
Suddenly, they break apart and I'm sandwiched between them. Atticus claims my mouth again while Ezra attacks my neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses. Four hands caress my curves and I moan shamelessly into Atticus' mouth.
Just when I think I might spontaneously combust from the heat building between my thighs, Atticus pulls back. His eyes are dark with lust as he growls, "Strip. Now. Both of you."
I don't even hesitate, my fingers fumbling with my t-shirt. Ezra's already shirtless, his toned chest on full display as he shimmies out of his jeans. I can't tear my eyes away from the obvious bulge in his boxer briefs.
My bottoms pool at my feet and I step out of it, suddenly feeling small and exposed next to these two Adonises. But the hunger in their eyes as they drink me in makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive. Atticus' gaze is possessive, while Ezra looks like he wants to eat me whole.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Ezra breathes, reaching out to trace the curve of my hip. But Atticus' eyes rake over me hungrily.
"Everything off," he commands.
I swallow hard and reach behind to unhook my bra with shaking hands. Ezra winks at me as I slide my panties down my thighs.
Atticus growls in agreement, his massive hand spanning my lower back as he pulls me flush against his still-clothed body. I can feel how hard he is through the fabric of his suit.
"What do you want, lemon drop?" he purrs in my ear. "Tell us."
My breath catches in my throat. What do I want? Everything. Anything. Them.
I swallow hard, my heart pounding. "I want…I want to make you feel good. Whatever you want. Whatever will make you cum."
A wolfish grin spreads across Atticus' face. "That's my good Lemon," he purrs, his hand sliding lower to grip my ass. "See you can listen and become an obedient little sub. Unlike this damn brat," he adds, shooting a look at Ezra.
Ezra just smirks, completely unrepentant. "What can I say? I'm a handful. But you love it."
"Shut that smart mouth of yours before I find a better use for it," Atticus growls.
I can't help but giggle at their banter, which earns me a sharp smack on the ass from Atticus. I yelp, more in surprise than pain, and he soothes the sting with a gentle caress. I’m just fucking happy I’m no longer getting the silent treatment.
"Since you're so eager to please, why don't you show Ezra exactly what that pretty mouth of yours can do?" Atticus suggests, his voice low and commanding.
I nod eagerly, sinking to my knees in front of Ezra. I’ve never gotten to do this to him and I’ve been wanting to taste him like he tastes me for a while.
Looking up at him through my lashes, I slowly run my hand down the length of him before letting go. His cock springs upward, thick and hard and already leaking at the tip. I lick my lips, savoring the way both men's eyes darken at the sight.
Without breaking eye contact, I wrap my lips around the head of Ezra's cock, swirling my tongue around the sensitive ridge. He lets out a strangled moan, his hips jerking forward reflexively.
I feel the heat of Atticus' body as he moves behind me, his hands gripping my shoulders. "That's it," he murmurs. "Show him what a good little cocksucker you are."
I take Ezra deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I suck him hard. His fingers tangle in my hair, guiding my movements as I bob up and down his shaft. I moan around his cock, sending vibrations through him that make his hips buck.
"Fuck, your mouth feels amazing," Ezra groans. His grip tightens in my hair as I swirl my tongue around his tip before taking him to the back of my throat.
I'm so focused on pleasing Ezra that I barely register Atticus kneeling behind me until I feel his fingers probing between my legs. I gasp around Ezra's cock as Atticus slides two thick fingers inside me.
"Christ, you're soaked," Atticus growls, pumping his fingers in and out of my dripping pussy. "Such a needy little slut."
I whimper, pressing back against his hand as I continue to suck Ezra's cock. I can feel Ezra tensing, his breathing growing ragged as he gets close to the edge. But just as I think he's about to cum, Atticus yanks me off him.
"That's enough," he says sharply. "We can't have you finishing too soon."
Ezra lets out a frustrated groan. "Fucking tease," he pants.
Atticus chuckles darkly. "You're both desperate for it, aren't you? Look at you. Wet and aching to be filled."
I squirm, clenching around nothing as Atticus' fingers leave me empty.
"On the bed. Now," Atticus commands.
Ezra and I scramble to obey, climbing onto the massive king-sized bed. Atticus reaches into a drawer and pulls out two large dildos. He tosses one to each of us.
"Get yourselves ready," he orders. "I want to see you fuck yourselves open for me."
I catch the silicone toy, marveling at its size and girth. It's bigger than anything I've ever taken before. But the thought of stretching myself open, getting ready for Atticus to fuck me senseless, has me aching with need.
I spread my legs shamelessly, running the tip of the dildo through my soaked folds. Beside me, Ezra's already working his toy into his ass with practiced ease. I watch, mesmerized, as he fucks himself open.
"Don't just stare, lemon drop," Atticus chides. "I want to see that greedy cunt of yours swallow every inch. "
Biting my lip, I press the thick head of the dildo against my entrance. It stretches me almost to the point of pain as I slowly work it inside. I moan wantonly, my back arching off the bed as my pussy clenches greedily around it. Atticus watches us both with hungry eyes.
"That's it," he purrs. "Show me how badly you need to be filled."
I whimper as I work the massive dildo deeper. Beside me, Ezra's panting and moaning as he fucks his ass, the lewd squelching sounds filling the room. I can't tear my eyes away from the sight of that huge toy disappearing inside him over and over.
"Fuck, it's so big," I gasp, pressing the dildo in to the hilt. I pull it almost all the way out before slamming it back in, crying out at the delicious friction.
"That's it, sweet girl. Take it all," Atticus growls, his eyes dark with lust as he watches us.
I'm trembling, my thighs quivering as I fuck myself harder and faster. The room is filled with our shameless moans and the wet, obscene sounds of silicone sliding in and out of dripping holes.
"Turn over," Atticus commands suddenly. "Hands and knees. Keep fucking yourselves. I want to see all the holes that belong to me."
Ezra and I scramble to obey, flipping over and presenting our asses to Atticus. I spread my knees wider, arching my back as I continue to pump the dildo in and out of my sopping cunt. Ezra does the same, working his toy into his ass with practiced ease as his cock bobs heavily between his legs.
"Look at you both," Atticus purrs, running his hands over our upturned asses. "So eager to please. Such good little fucktoys. "
I moan shamelessly, pressing back against his touch. My pussy clenches around the thick silicone, juices dripping down my thighs. I'm so turned on I can barely think straight.
"Please," I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for. More. Harder. Anything.
Atticus' deep chuckle makes me even wetter. "Alright, you greedy little sluts. Let's make this interesting. Whoever cums first gets a special surprise. Now fuck yourselves like you mean it."
My pussy clenches at the thought. I redouble my efforts, fucking myself harder with the massive dildo. Beside me, Ezra grunts and moans as he works his silicone faster.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I pant, my arm burning as I slam the silicone cock into my dripping core over and over. My tits bounce with each thrust, nipples aching to be touched.
"Fuck yes," I pant, grinding back against the thick silicone. "Oh god, it's so deep."
I'm trembling, sweat beading on my skin as I chase my orgasm.
Ezra's panting hard, his arm working furiously as he fucks his ass. "Shit, I'm close," he groans.
Like hell he's beating me. I shift my angle, hitting that spot inside me that makes me see stars. "Fuck!" I cry out, my thighs quivering as pleasure builds.
"That's it," Atticus growls. "Race for it, you filthy pets. Show me how badly you want to cum."
His words send a jolt of electricity through me. I'm right there, teetering on the edge. Just a little more...
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!" I wail, as my orgasm slams into me like a freight train. My pussy clamps down on the dildo, gushing as waves of pleasure crash over me.
Through the haze of my climax, I hear Ezra let out a strangled cry. His whole body tenses as he cums, spilling onto the sheets beneath him.
I collapse onto the bed, trembling and gasping for air. Ezra flops down beside me, both of us utterly spent.
Atticus' satisfied chuckle reminds me that we're far from done. "Well well," he purrs. "Looks like our little lemon drop gets the prize. But don't worry, Ezra. It’s actually a prize for you also."
I'm still trembling from my intense orgasm when I feel Atticus' strong hands on my hips. He slowly pulls the toy out of my clenching pussy, and I whimper at the sudden emptiness. Beside me, Ezra lets out a low groan as Atticus does the same to him.
"Stay," Atticus commands, his voice low and authoritative.
I hear him moving around the room, but I'm too spent to even lift my head. My face is pressed into the sheets, my ass still in the air. I can feel my wetness coating my thighs, my pussy throbbing and sensitive.
There's the scrape of wood on hardwood. Atticus must be dragging one of those fancy-ass chairs over. Probably that pretentious wingback thing he loves so much. I swear, sometimes I think he gets off more on the furniture than on us.
More rustling, the clink of metal. Fuck knows what kinky shit he's got planned now. My core clenches at the thought, a fresh wave of arousal washing over me despite my exhaustion.
"Look at you two," Atticus purrs, his voice closer now. "Fucked out and filthy. And we're just getting started."
I hear Ezra grunt before Atticus leans over and whispers something in his ear. My curiosity is piqued, but I'm too blissed out to move. Suddenly, I feel Atticus' strong hands on my hips, pulling me back up onto my hands and knees .
"Now, lemon drop," he purrs, his breath hot on my ear, "I want you to put on a different kind of show."
My pussy clenches at his words. A fresh wave of arousal washes over me. "What kind of show?" I ask breathlessly.
All I hear is him chuckling, and my belly starts to stir with nervousness.
What the hell did I sign up for?