Chapter 27 #4
Wells was so big. It sounded cliché, but he was probably the biggest guy I’d ever seen. I supposed I hadn’t seen many. Only one…
No.
I wouldn’t think about that. I wasn’t going to ruin this moment. This moment, right here, was on my terms, and I lifted on my knees as Bru opened his mouth for Wells. Wells pushed Bru on his cock before Bru could take the action himself.
Bru’s eyes expanded. Right away, he gagged, but relaxed into the blowjob as Wells pushed his fingers through Bru’s hair.
I was so wet.
I couldn’t help it watching the two of them.
As Bru sucked, he hugged himself against Wells like this was the greatest gift.
Like Wells was giving Bru something that Bru truly wanted.
Bru groaned, and, though Wells did too, I noticed Wells’s eyes were on me.
Wells was watching me while he slowly thrust into Bru’s mouth. Like it was my mouth Wells was fucking.
I wanted to taste him myself. I didn’t know how, but I wanted to try.
“Let her try,” Wells said as if he heard my thoughts. He pulled Bru’s mouth off him with a pop, and Bru had a haze in his eyes I recognized as lust.
“Can I taste her while she tastes you?” Bru asked, looking so needy, so hot. The fire from the fireplace gleamed off his massive chest, and his throat worked before he faced me. “I want to taste her again, please.”
I seriously thought I was going to come. I was going to and nothing had even happened yet.
All Wells said was “we’ll see” before stepping in front of me. His dick was slick from Bru’s saliva and probably precum. Wells stroked himself. “She tastes me first.”
She tastes me first.
I moved quickly on my knees to do so. I grabbed Wells’s hips, but he held me back by my throat again.
“What do you say,” Wells stated, but the look in his eyes was so hungry, wanton. Like it was taking everything in him to pace this, pace himself. “What do you say since I’m giving this to you?”
He really was talking about himself as if he was a gift, and I never role-played before, but I found I liked it.
“Please,” I said, and Wells nodded before letting me hover over his cock. I opened my mouth. “Thank you, daddy.”
I didn’t get his reaction to what I said before I drew the length of him into my mouth. It was so much, too much, and I might have overdone it when he hit the back of my throat right away.
“Fucking… fuck.” Wells grabbed my head. He gripped into my scalp, and I felt the burn through my entire body. He sucked in a breath, and, right away, he started rolling his hips. He growled. “You’re going to make me come in two seconds like a fucking teenager saying shit like that to me. Fuck.”
He was angry that I played with him, teased him, but he was paying me back when he didn’t ease into fucking my throat.
He treated me like his little doll, his whore that he wasn’t going to pace himself with.
I honestly loved it, and the heat between my legs made me think that I was the one who’d come early.
“Edge her,” Wells said, and I was too distracted by the taste of him to know what that meant. I was also too busy gagging. I couldn’t breathe, but the suffocating feeling of all of him in my mouth just made me want more. Wells gripped my hair. “Let him between your legs.”
Let him between my…
I felt my legs being nudged apart. It must have been Bru, and I had no warning before he was sliding his fingers between my thighs.
He stroked the thin material lining my sex with intension, with precision, and my bud buzzed like a light bulb.
I attempted to push back against Bru’s hand, feel more, but Wells grabbed my throat.
I gagged again over his cock, and his green irises heated above me.
“Don’t make me take him from you,” he said before pushing me hard on his cock, in and out, in and out. Wells sucked in a breath. “Go for it, Bru.”
Bru’s fingers eased into my underwear. He parted my pussy lips, and soon, he was stroking my clit. I moaned on Wells’s cock, but I didn’t stop sucking him. I’d die if Bru stopped.
“Faster,” Wells said, and, at first, I thought he was talking to me, but then, Bru’s fingers moved quicker behind me. Bru stroked me faster, firmer, and the next thing I knew, his tongue had replaced his fingers. He was lying down beneath me.
Oh God.
Bru drew his tongue down my clit to the point where I thought he might push his tongue inside me. He didn’t though. He just kept going back and forth, long strokes up and down.
“Bow, baby. You taste amazing,” Bru said, pushing his face against me. I shook, the tremors rolling through me. Bru braced my hips. “Can I tongue-fuck her, Wells?”
I was going to go over the cliff if he did, and Wells must have said something because Bru’s tongue did push inside me. He sucked, his tongue moving in and out with force, and I felt myself stop sucking Wells. I couldn’t help it.
It felt so good.
I pushed my hand between my legs, squeezing my sex as Bru took me to the point of no return. My legs started shaking, on the brink before I heard Wells’s voice again.
“She’s had enough,” Wells said, and Bru groaned. Bru pulled away, and I thought I would die. He left me hanging, right on the edge…
“That’s what you get for your little nickname,” Wells said, pulling me off his cock. He hunkered down, getting right in my face. “You don’t get to come, sweet girl. Not yet.”
Not… yet.
It almost felt cruel what he did, but I believed that was the intention. He wanted me to pay for teasing him. My jaw tightened. “Are you serious?”
He showed me he was, his finger stroking my face before he reached down. Wells took my nipple between two fingers, and I called out when he pinched.
Bru was between my legs again. His tongue picked up right where he left off when he licked, then pushed his tongue inside me. He tongue-fucked me again, taking me to the point where I was going to come.
“She’s had enough,” Wells said again, and once more, Bru stopped. This was a game. Wells was intentionally taking me toward the edge before denying me.
“Edge her.”
I was hearing Wells’s voice in my head as he reached behind and grabbed Bru. He got Bru by the neck before forcing their mouths together. Wells tasted Bru’s tongue. Wells tasted me, and while he kissed Bru, Wells looked at me. He was playing a game, a cruel one.
“You want us?” Wells asked me, still flicking his tongue with Bru’s.
Bru sucked in a breath. “Bro, don’t play with her. She’s had enough—”
“She said she wanted us to do what we do when we share, when I share,” Wells said, giving Bru’s tongue one final taste before letting go of him. Bru’s expression was hard, but he didn’t say anything. Wells grinned at me. “What are you going to do to have us, Squeak?”
This was a power play, and it was something I knew because I knew Wells Ambrose. Wells had bullied me long enough that I knew what it was like to be within his crazed web, to be woven within his insanity, but I also knew what would take him over the edge.
I’d just never done it.
I said nothing when I sat back on my haunches, but both guys’ looks were curious when I lifted one leg, then the other beneath me. I did it to remove my underwear.
I fucked myself.
I didn’t need these boys to take me over the edge. I didn’t need anyone. I could take myself there.
I was good enough.
I felt that way as my fingers strummed my clit, then I pushed down on my own hand. I finger-fucked myself right in front of both of them. Bru’s mouth parted, and Wells started gripping his own hands so tight they went white.
“Stop it,” Wells said, but all I did was push down on my hand more. He got in my face. “Stop it.”
I kissed him instead. I kissed him while I screwed myself, and I laughed when he pulled my hand from between my legs. I broke Wells Ambrose and how did I know?
Because he tasted me.
He pushed my fingers into his mouth and sucked so hard I thought he’d swallow my fingers. He shivered while the taste exploded across his senses, and I did too, seeing the effect I had on him. He looked drunk, his eyes hazy, when all he did was taste me.
I did really have the power here, the control. We were in the middle of a game, and I managed to break him.
“Punishing you meant I could go on with the lie. That I wasn’t completely and hopelessly in love with you.”
I felt that love as Wells’s sucks turned into licks, then gentle kisses. He was being so soothing with me, my fingers, and my attention went to Bru, who was behind Wells.
Bru was smiling.
It was like Bru saw it too. No one could beat Wells Ambrose. Wells Ambrose couldn’t be beaten, but I managed to do it.
“You’re perfect for me,” Wells said before taking my mouth, and I dropped the game when I let him. Wells smiled against my lips. “So fucking perfect.”
Perfect.
He was perfect for me, and I kissed him back so hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and Wells fell to his back.
“I want inside you, Bow,” Wells said, slowly grinding against me. He closed his eyes. “But once I do, that’s it.”
He didn’t finish, just kissed me harder, fuller.
“It means you’re mine,” Wells said and sounded angry again. He shook his head. “I can’t let go. I won’t.”
I didn’t want him to.
“You both will be,” Wells stated, and glanced at Bru when Bru started kissing Wells’s forearm. Bru bit Wells’s arm, and Wells cursed. Wells looked at Bru. “I won’t be able to let either of you go.”
The pair looked at each other for a long time before Bru looked at me. Bru’s forehead touched mine. “What do you want, Bow?”
I think he knew what I wanted. I think they both did.
“I want you guys,” I said, kissing Bru and tasting his tongue. It was so different than kissing Wells, but it was a good different, a great different. I pushed my hands into Bru’s hair. “I love you. Both of you.”
Bru made a noise during our kiss, like something inside him released with the words. He folded a hand behind my neck, kissing me hard and deep before pushing me on my back.