Chapter 8
Molly
Toby's fingers brush mine aside, firm but gentle, as he spins me toward the mirrors. The zipper of my dress slides down under his touch, cool air kissing my skin. Dylan joins in, his hands lingering like he’s prolonging the moment of unwrapping a long-awaited gift.
Shouldn't embarrassment wash over me? Instead, a deep knowing settles in my core, as if this unveiling has simmered in me, waiting for this moment.
Not knowing that I'd need a strapless bra this evening, I had to go without. Toby slides my panties down and his eyes fall shut. If I didn't have context, I'd swear he's having a religious experience.
"Don't leave the lady waiting." Dylan rips his shirt open, sends his pants to the floor, and in seconds, both men strip, baring their bodies, their erections standing tall.
Toby's palms glide over my ribs, tracing the dip of my waist onto my hips, mapping every curve with reverence.
Dylan envelopes me from behind, his cock hard between us. His lips graze my neck, teeth nipping just enough to spark fire down my spine. His arms snake around my waist, one hand dipping low, fingers parting my folds. He finds my clit and circles slowly, building pressure low in my belly.
He's a virgin? He knows that I like slow circles at first. And as I struggle to hold the orgasm back, my breaths grow ragged, my thighs clenching around his hand.
How did they know I'd want a mirrored room? I watch our reflection as he owns me.
Our eyes meet in the mirror. A smirk crosses his lips. He lifts his hand and sucks his fingers with a groan that vibrates through me. Then he offers them to my lips. I taste my sweetness, mingled with his musk, so perfect together.
Then he slides back down, switching to relentless flicks of my clit, driving me toward the edge exactly as I do when I'm alone. I squirm and moan. I love that he makes this easy.
Toby sinks to his knees, his hands stroking up my calves, then thighs. He catches my tremble as the orgasm teeters on the edge, and he grips my upper legs firmly, holding me steady as I lean into Dylan's solid frame.
The three of us couldn't be more perfect. I'm theirs. They're mine.
I lift one arm, my fingers tangling in Dylan's hair. The other drops to Toby, and he snags my fingertip between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue swirling.
It fractures me. My gasp echoes in the room.
Dylan applies firm pressure to my clit, pulsing the pressure as I get lost in euphoria. Toby leans in close and kisses my belly.
Dylan's fingers coax every last bit of pleasure from my core, leaving me limp in their hold.
Toby's warmth covers the front of me as he rises. He kisses my cheek tenderly while Dylan keeps me steady.
Time ceases to exist as I drift through the start of my new life. My forever.
When I can harness a coherent thought, I decide to have a little fun and slide onto my knees. Their cocks stand tall in front of me. I lean in, my tongue flicking Dylan's tip first, then Toby's. They're both so hard, so thick, so long.
I return my attention to Dylan, swirling my tongue around his tip then opening wide to take him in. I'm barely past the head when his hips buck, he curses, and his fingers tangle in my hair, holding me tight while he fills my mouth with cum.
I swallow but not fast enough to keep it from dribbling down my chin.
Toby steps away and returns with a washcloth, kneeling in front of me and wiping the cum from my face. "You want to give him another shot to slide that where it belongs? Or should I demonstrate?"
Looking up at Dylan, I say, "It's up to you."
He exhales sharply. "Kiss it and I'll be good to go again."
Dylan fists his semi-hard cock, presses it to my mouth, and I give it a big kiss. It hardens instantly against my lips.
He guides me to a very curvy piece of leather furniture, positioning me at the high end. Taking me by the waist, he lifts me onto it, spreads my legs, and kisses me.
"You're mine, N—nobody else can have you." He seemed to stumble in the middle of the sentence. And obviously Toby can have me, but now isn't the time to split hairs. "I love you, Molly."
Umm… I let the comment go.
He turns me to face what I've decided must be a sex chair, and bends me over the curved end. "Comfortable?"
It is surprisingly ergonomic.
He positions behind me, tapping the head of his cock against my butt. Toby straddles the seat in front of me, catching my lips in a kiss. "You're in charge. You need him to do anything different or stop, just say so."
"I will. And I'm ready."
Dylan slides a finger over my sex then presses into me with his slick head.
Losing track of Toby's kisses, I let my face rest against his. The stretch of my lower lips around Dylan's cock feels so good. I breathe through the touch of discomfort and it relents when he gets his tip inside of me.
My entire being is full. I've never experienced anything like this. Surely I would remember something that's capable of making me want to give up the entire rest of my life.
"Fuck, you're so tight." He slides in and out, careful to keep his tip inside. "I can't—"
The rest of his statement is garbled as he pounds into me. His thrusts are hard and welcomed. The roughness makes the spiral of my looming orgasm spin faster.
I grab Toby's hands, squeezing with all my might. And down I go. Releasing into ecstasy. My sex tightens repeatedly on Dylan's cock. His groans match every contraction of my body.
Toby holds me from the front and Dylan from behind while I shatter into a million pieces. They keep me anchored. They give me permission to completely surrender. I know in my soul that I'm safe with them.
Dylan's strokes become slow and playful. He stays close, his still-hard cock plugging my entrance.
"There's no way to express how badly I've wanted you." Toby strokes my cheek as he whispers to me.
He's wanted me… for how long? Since I walked on stage? I'll take it. I can't knock that these guys were in it for almost two million dollars to win me. They're determined.
"Let's not keep the gentleman waiting." I'm not sure if I can have another orgasm after that one, but I'm game to try.
Toby stands, his legs on either side of the bench and lifts me, holding my body against his. Keeping me close, he sits, working his erection in front of me.
Toby's grip tightens on my hips, his eyes locked on mine. "Mind being on top? I want to watch you come again."
"Whatever Daddy wants."
His eyes go dark then he repositions us so his cock nudges my entrance, and I sink down, inch by inch, the fullness stealing my breath. We find a rhythm, my hands braced on his chest, rolls of my hips drawing groans from deep in his throat.
Dylan tries to lean in for a kiss but our legs are in the way. His voice is rough. "Can I turn you around, Molly? I want you to face me this time—Toby got to watch last time."
Toby pauses mid-thrust, exhaling with a huff. "Not my fault you took her from behind."
"Not my fault you're a greedy bastard."
I lift off, turn, and straddle Toby again, facing Dylan as I ease back down. His cock feels even thicker from this angle—good to know. "You two bicker like brothers."
Silence stretches a split second too long. Toby's hands are still on my waist. "We are. But that's not important right now."
If I hadn't turned around already, I could have read his expression. It seemed like there's more to his statement. We can sort that out later when I’ll definitely need a break.
Dylan leans over the end of the bench, at the perfect level for his mouth to latch onto one breast, then the other. His tongue swirls, teeth grazing my nipples carefully as Toby sets our rhythm.
Electric jolts shoot from my breasts to my core.
I need more. I grind harder, chasing the release I wasn't sure I could muster. The orgasm crashes through me, my body buckling, as I flail for support from Dylan.
He pulls me forward into his shoulder while Toby's cock swells and twitches inside of me.
Toby works his hips furiously, pumping me full of cum.
"Fuck." Dylan's frustration draws my attention for a brief moment then I notice the sticky sound of his body moving against the leather.
Looks like we'll all have some clean up to do.
Staring in the mirror, I say to myself. Mirror, mirror, on the wall, pretty please, don’t let this be all.