30. Ezra
Chapter 30
Ezra
I 'm sprawled out on Atticus' expensive leather couch, one arm draped around Lemon's soft curves. We’ve been here for two hours since dinner ended. She's curled up against me, shoveling handfuls of buttery popcorn into her mouth as we binge some trashy reality show. Vegan butter, of course. I can feel Atticus' eyes on us from across the room, probably judging our shit taste in TV. It’s his own fault. He did tell her she could watch whatever she wanted.
But fuck it, sometimes you need mind-numbing entertainment after a long week. And Lemon's little gasps and giggles at the on-screen drama are too damn cute. I sneak glances at her flushed cheeks, the way her nipples almost peek out with each laugh. Fuck, I want to bury my face in them and suck. Call them my comfort nipples.
Just as some botoxed housewife starts screeching at her soon-to-be-ex-husband, I feel Atticus' presence looming over me.
I tense, waiting for him to shut the TV off and lecture us about rotting our minds. But instead, he bends down, his beard tickling my ear as he whispers, "I think I'll give you a reward tonight."
Fuck. My cock twitches instantly at the gravelly promise in his voice. I turn to catch his eyes, seeing the heat there.
"What kind of reward?" I murmur back, not wanting Lemon to overhear. I like seeing the surprise written all across her face.
He just smirks, that infuriating, sexy-as-hell smirk that makes me want to punch him and fuck him at the same time. "You'll see," he murmurs, eyes flicking to Lemon for a split second.
Oh shit. Is he suggesting what I think he is? My heart's pounding so loud I'm sure they can both hear it. I glance at Lemon, wondering if she caught any of that exchange. She's still focused on the TV, but there's a flush creeping up her neck that wasn't there before.
Atticus straightens up, running his hand over the back of my neck. "Well, I think I'll turn in for the night. Don't stay up too late, you two. Goodnight." He gives me a pointed look, then saunters off toward his bedroom.
I lean forward, snatching the remote and clicking off the TV mid-screech. Lemon lets out an indignant squawk, her pouty lips forming a perfect 'O' of surprise.
"Hey! I was watching that!" she protests, reaching for the remote. I hold it out of her grasp, smirking as she stretches across my lap.
I can't help but smirk at her adorable outrage. "Oh, bellezza. Haven't you learned to read between the lines yet? That wasn't a 'goodnight', it was a 'get your ass in the bedroom'."
Her eyes widen, shock and excitement dancing across her face. "Oh," she breathes, realization dawning .
I stand, pulling her up with me. My cock's already half-hard, straining against my jeans at the thought of what's to come. "C'mon, babygirl. Don't wanna keep him waiting, do we?"
Lemon hesitates for a moment, glancing toward where Atticus disappeared. I can practically see the gears turning in her pretty little head.
"Fuck," she breathes, shivering as I watch her nipples visibly harden beneath her tank top.
I tug her close, pressing my growing hardness against her soft belly. "Oh yeah. We're gonna do all sorts of filthy things to you, bellezza. You good with that?"
She nods eagerly, pupils blown wide with lust. I lead her down the hallway, my cock throbbing with each step. I can practically hear Lemon's heart racing, see the way her thighs press together with each step.
When we reach Atticus' bedroom door, I pause.
"Once we go in there..."
Lemon takes a deep breath, then pushes past me to open the door herself.
I grin, following her into the dimly lit room.
Atticus is lounging on the king-sized bed, naked save for a pair of black boxer briefs. His bulge is on full display, and I feel my mouth water at the sight.
"Took you long enough," he growls, eyes raking over us hungrily. "Strip. Both of you."
I don't need to be told twice. My clothes hit the floor in record time—shirt, jeans, boxers. Then I turn to Lemon, drinking in her curves as I peel off her top and shimmy those tight little lounge shorts down her legs.
We stand there naked, my cock already at full mast and Lemon's nipples hard as pebbles. I can see her pussy glistening, smell her arousal from here. Fuck, I want to bury my face between those soft thighs and lap up every drop.
But we wait, trembling with anticipation, as Atticus' eyes rake over us. His gaze is hungry, possessive. I feel more exposed than I ever have, and it's making me harder by the second.
Finally, after what feels like hours, Atticus speaks. His voice is low, commanding. "Will you crawl for me?"
I drop to my hands and knees so fast I nearly give myself rug burn. The plush rug tickles my palms and knees as I look up at Atticus, waiting for his next command.
Lemon hesitates for a split second, but a raised eyebrow from Atticus has her scrambling to join me on the floor. Her tits swing enticingly as she positions herself next to me.
"Good," Atticus purrs, standing up from the bed. His cock is straining against the tight cotton, a dark, damp spot forming at the tip. "Now, come here. Both of you."
We crawl toward him, and I have to bite back a moan at the sight of Lemon's ass swaying in front of me. I want nothing more than to grab those hips and bury myself inside her.
We leave the rug and both of us shiver as our palms and knees touch the cold wood floor.
When we reach Atticus, he threads his fingers through my hair, gripping tight. "You've been such a good boy lately," he murmurs. "I think you deserve a treat. Why don't you get a taste of my little lemon drop, hmm?"
I don't need to be told twice. I dive face-first into Lemon's dripping pussy from behind, groaning at her sweet tangy taste. My tongue laps eagerly at her folds as she whimpers and pushes back against my mouth .
"That's it," Atticus rumbles above us. "Eat that pretty little cunt."
I redouble my efforts, swirling my tongue around Lemon's swollen clit before plunging it deep inside her. She tastes like heaven and sin all rolled into one. My cock throbs painfully, leaking pre-cum onto the floor as I feast on her soaked center.
Atticus strokes Lemon's hair, murmuring praise. "Such a good girl, taking it so well. You look so pretty on your hands and knees."
Lemon whines, high and needy. I slip two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her see stars. Her walls clench around me as I fuck her with my fingers, never letting up with my tongue.
"I want you to cum for me," Atticus commands. "Cum all over Ezra's face. He looks parched."
Lemon's thighs start to quiver as I increase the pressure, sucking hard on her clit as I pump my fingers faster. She's close, I can feel it in the way her pussy flutters around me.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," she chants, grinding back against my face.
Her pussy clenches around my fingers as she gushes, coating my chin in her release. I lap it up greedily, working her through the aftershocks until she's whimpering from overstimulation.
As I pull back from Lemon's dripping core, Atticus grabs her waist and lifts her onto the bed like she weighs nothing. My knees ache as he yanks me to my feet, but I barely notice. His bright eyes lock onto mine, filled with hunger.
Atticus crushes his lips against mine, his beard rough on my face. I part my lips, pushing Lemon's tangy juices into his mouth with my tongue. Our kiss turns sloppy and wet, a filthy exchange of spit and pussy juice. I can feel it dribbling down my chin as Atticus devours me, one hand gripping my ass to pull me flush against him.
His rock-hard cock presses into my hip through his boxers. I grind against it shamelessly, my own dick leaking pre-cum between us. Atticus growls into my mouth, biting my lower lip hard enough to sting.
When we finally break apart, we're both panting. Lemon's cum and our saliva coat our chins, a glistening mess. Atticus licks his lips, savoring the taste.
"Fuck, you taste good covered in pussy," he rumbles. His hand slides from my ass to wrap around my throbbing cock. I buck into his grip with a strangled moan.
"Please," I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for. I just know I need more. More of his hands on me, more of Lemon's sweet cunt, more of everything.
Atticus smirks, giving my dick a few slow, torturous strokes. His eyes are dark with lust as he looks at me, then over at Lemon sprawled out on the bed. Her legs are spread wide, pussy glistening from her orgasm.
"On the bed. Now," Atticus orders, his voice brooking no argument. My dick twitches at his commanding tone. Fuck, I love when he gets all dominant like this.
I climb onto the mattress, drinking in the sight of Lemon spread out before me. Her tits are heaving, nipples hard pebbles begging to be sucked. And that pussy...Jesus Christ, it's like a goddamn oasis. I want to bury myself in it and never come up for air.
"I want to watch you fuck her," Atticus growls, stroking his massive cock. "Pound that tight little cunt while I fuck her pretty mouth."
Holy shit. Is this really happening? My heart's pounding so hard I think it might burst out of my chest .
"Are you sure about this?" I ask, my voice hoarse with desire. As much as I want to dive in, some part of my brain is still processing he’s finally giving me the green light.
Atticus' eyes flash dangerously. "I can change my mind and revoke permission if you'd like," he says, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Fuck that. I'm not about to let this opportunity slip away.
"No Sir," I reply quickly, positioning myself between Lemon's creamy thighs, rubbing the head of my cock along her slick folds. She whimpers, arching into me.
"You want this, my beautiful girl?" I rasp, barely recognizing my own voice. "Want me to split you open on my dick?"
Lemon nods frantically. "Please, please, I need it," she begs.
I look to Atticus for permission. He gives a sharp nod, eyes burning with lust.
Slowly, I push into Lemon's tight heat. We both groan as I bottom out, her pussy squeezing me like a velvet vise.
"Fuck," I hiss, fighting the urge to cum on the spot. "So fucking tight, bellezza. You feel amazing."
"Oh god," Lemon moans, her walls clenching around me.
I start to move, slowly at first but quickly picking up the pace. Each thrust sends jolts of pleasure rocketing through me. Her breasts bounce with each stroke, and I can't resist leaning down to capture a nipple between my teeth. Lemon cries out, her nails digging into my back.
"Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me," I groan against her soft skin. "Such a greedy little cunt."
I'm lost in the wet heat of her. My hips snap faster, harder, chasing the feeling of trying to crawl into her body. Lemon's moans rise in pitch, her fingers gripping me.
Suddenly, Atticus' gravelly voice cuts through the haze of pleasure. "Flip her over."
Reluctantly, I pull out of Lemon's dripping pussy. I can't resist bending down to give her clenching little hole a parting kiss, savoring her tangy sweetness on my tongue. Then I grab her hips, flipping her over so she's on her hands and knees.
We both look over at Atticus as he finally pulls his boxer briefs down. His cock springs free, flushed and leaking at the tip. My mouth waters at the sight. I want nothing more than to drop to my knees and worship that dick with my tongue.
But Atticus has other plans. He climbs onto the bed, positioning himself in front of Lemon's face, his thick cock jutting proudly from a nest of dark curls.
"Open up," he orders. Lemon obeys instantly, her lips parting as Atticus feeds her his cock.
The sight of Lemon's cheeks hollowing as she sucks Atticus' dick nearly makes me blow my load right then.
Atticus grabs a fistful of Lemon's hair, guiding her movements as he fucks her mouth. "That's it, take it all," he growls. "Such a good little cocksucker."
I line myself up with Lemon's dripping pussy again, sinking back into her tight heat with a groan. Her muffled whimpers vibrate around Atticus' cock as I start to pound into her.
The room fills with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, and Lemon's choked gags. I grab her hips, pulling her back to meet each thrust. She feels even tighter in this position, squeezing my cock like she never wants to let go.
"Fuck, that's so hot," I pant, watching Atticus' face contort with pleasure as he fucks Lemon's throat.
I can't get enough of the sight before me—Lemon's tight pussy gripping my cock as I pound into her from behind, her lips stretched wide around Atticus' thick shaft. The way her throat gags when he pushes deep makes my dick throb.
"Such a good little Eiffel Tower," Atticus growls, his hips pistoning as he fucks Lemon's face. "Taking our cocks so well in both your holes."
I grip Lemon's hips harder, slamming into her with renewed vigor. My balls slap against her clit with each thrust, drawing muffled whimpers from her stuffed mouth.
"Fuck yeah," I pant. "Your pussy feels so fucking good, squeezing my dick like that."
Atticus leans over Lemon's back, capturing my mouth in a kiss. His tongue plunges between my lips as he continues to fuck Lemon's face. I moan into the kiss, my hips stuttering as pleasure builds.
"You close?" Atticus murmurs against my lips, his eyes blown wide with lust.
I nod frantically, feeling my balls tighten. "So fucking close," I gasp. "Gonna fill our lemon drop up."
I can feel her walls fluttering around me, clenching tighter and tighter.
"You gonna cum again, babygirl?" I pant, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. "Gonna cream all over my cock while Uncle Atti fucks your throat?"
Lemon's only response is a strangled moan, but I can feel her pussy spasming around me. She's close, so fucking close.
I nod frantically, gritting my teeth against the overwhelming urge to explode inside Lemon. "Please, Sir. Can I cum? I need it so bad."
Atticus pretends to consider it, still lazily fucking Lemon's face. "Hmm...I don't know if you've earned it yet. What do you think, lemon drop? Has he been a good boy?"
He pulls out, allowing Lemon to gasp for air. Her voice is hoarse as she begs, "Please let him cum. He feels so good inside me."
Atticus' eyes narrow at her words. He grabs a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back onto his cock. Lemon gags and chokes as he uses her face like a fleshlight.
"Alright, you little slut," Atticus growls. "You can cum. Fill up that tight cunt. Make my lemon drop into a lemon cream pie."
His filthy words send me over the edge. My hips stutter as my orgasm crashes over me. I slam balls-deep into Lemon's pussy, flooding her insides with spurt after spurt of cum.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I shout, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as I empty my balls into her greedy hole.
"That's it," Atticus pants, still fucking Lemon's face. "Breed that tight little pussy."
Lemon's pussy clenches around me, milking every last drop as she cums again. Her muffled screams vibrate around Atticus' cock as she shakes and trembles between us.
I'm still twitching inside her when Atticus roars, yanking Lemon's hair as he cums down her throat.
"Swallow it all," he snarls. "Every last fucking drop. That's it. Drink my cum like the greedy girl you are."
Lemon gulps frantically, trying to swallow his massive load. Some of it dribbles out the corners of her mouth as Atticus pulls out, painting her flushed face with the last few spurts.
As we all come down from our highs, panting and sweaty, I can't help but grin. Fuck, that was intense.
I slowly pull out of Lemon's abused pussy, watching in fascination as a river of our combined juices follows. Her cunt gapes slightly, puffy and red from the battering I gave her .
"Christ," I breathe, running a finger through the mess. "Look at that cream pie. Fucking beautiful."
Atticus gently rolls Lemon onto her back, spreading her legs wide. I lay down next to her, propping myself up on one elbow to watch. My spent cock twitches weakly as Atticus buries his face between Lemon's thighs.
"Fuck, that's hot," I murmur, drinking in the sight of Atticus' tongue lapping at Lemon's cream-filled pussy. His salt-and-pepper beard glistens with our juices.
Lemon whimpers, her back arching off the bed as Atticus sucks on her swollen clit. Her tits bounce enticingly with each shuddering breath. I can't resist reaching out to palm one, rolling her stiff nipple between my fingers.
"Push," Atticus growls, his voice muffled against Lemon's cunt. He presses a large hand against her lower belly. "Push all that cum out for me."
Lemon's face scrunches up in concentration as she bears down. I watch in fascination as a gush of pearly fluid flows from her pussy into Atticus' waiting mouth. He laps it up greedily, like a man dying of thirst.
"Holy shit," I breathe, my cock stirring back to life at the obscene sight. "That's so fucking filthy."
Atticus pulls back, cum and pussy juice dripping down his chin. "Again," he commands, pressing harder on Lemon's belly. "Push it all out, every last drop."
Lemon grunts with effort, her pussy clenching visibly as she forces out another flood of our mingled cum. It dribbles down her ass crack and onto the sheets as Atticus eagerly licks and sucks at her gaping hole.
"Good girl," he purrs, giving her clit a rewarding flick with his tongue. Lemon shudders, letting out a breathy moan.
I lean in, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. I can taste traces of Atticus' cum on her tongue as we make out sloppily. My hand kneads her breast, pinching and tugging at her nipple until she's squirming.
When we break apart, I trail kisses down her neck. "You taste so fucking good," I murmur against her soft skin. "All full of cum."
Lemon whines, her hips bucking against Atticus' face as he continues to eat her out. "Oh god," she gasps. "It's too much, I can't?—"
"Yes, you can," Atticus growls, his fingers digging into her thighs. "Give me every last drop of that cream pie."
He redoubles his efforts, sucking and slurping at her pussy with obscene enthusiasm. The sounds of his mouth on her cunt fill the room, mixing with Lemon's desperate moans.
Suddenly, Atticus pulls back, his beard glistening with cum and pussy juice. His eyes lock onto mine as he growls, "Open wide. Both of you."
I don't hesitate, parting my lips as Lemon does the same beside me. Atticus looms over us, a smirk on her face. He tilts his head down, letting a thick stream of fluid drip from his mouth into mine. The taste of Lemon's tangy pussy mixed with my salty cum coats my tongue.
Atticus moves to Lemon next, spitting another mouthful of the filthy cocktail past her parted lips. Some of it dribbles down her chin, and I have to resist the urge to lick it off.
"Swallow," Atticus commands, his voice rough with lust.
I gulp down the mixture, savoring the taste. Beside me, Lemon's throat bobs as she obediently swallows also.
"Fuck," I groan, my cock now fully erect again.
Atticus smirks, clearly pleased with our eagerness. "Good little sluts," he purrs, running a thumb along my bottom lip. "Always so hungry for cum. "
Atticus pulls us both close, his strong arms wrapping around Lemon and me. "You both did so well for me.," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
I nuzzle into his chest, breathing in his musky scent. Fuck, I love making him happy. There's nothing better than seeing that look of pride and satisfaction in his piercing blue eyes.
"Thanks, Atti," I mumble, practically purring at the praise, nuzzling into his chest. The hair there tickles my cheek.
Lemon lets out a contented sigh from Atticus' other side.
My cock gives a valiant twitch, but there's no way I could go again right now. "Never thought I'd be so turned on watching you eat my cum out of Lemon's pussy."
Atticus chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. "You loved it, didn't you? Dirty boy."
I grin, not even trying to deny it. "Guilty as charged."
“It felt pretty amazing on my end too,” she says, voice still a bit hoarse from deep throating Atticus, “You guys stretched me out so good. So freaking hot.”
Atticus reaches over me to stroke Lemon's hair. "You took it beautifully, lemon drop. Such a good girl, letting us use your holes."
I hum in agreement, my eyelids growing heavy.
Fuck, I'm exhausted. But in the best possible way.
My body feels loose and relaxed, completely sated.
As Atticus pulls the blanket over us, I can't help but smile.
Fuck, I love my life.