Chapter 32 Nyx
NYX
Iclimb out of the side-by-side, outside of the back patio. Graham is at the built in flat top grill, cooking what smells to be steak. I can feel Demitri’s come drip out of me, saturating my leggings in my arousal and his seed.
“Something smells amazing. What are you making, Blue?” I walk up behind his frame and wrap my arms around his waist, giving him a hug from behind.
“Steak stir-fry.” He says, pulling me around his body while taking a few steps away from the flat top.
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his hard chest. His warm scent surrounds me, and things feel perfect.
I love spending time individually with each man, but damn, having both their scents on me is exactly how I want to be always.
Dee finishes putting everything away, and he walks out of the patio just observing us.
“All your guns are in the safe in the basement, Little Fox,” he says. Hutch pulls away and turns to face his best friend.
“Got dinner cooking. I figured y’all worked up an appetite at the range.” He smirks, sending a wink to Demitri.
“Our girl might be hungry, but it’s definitely not for food. She got a little mouthy, so now she has to wait until after dinner.” He says so matter-of-factly.
“Oh, Little Witch. What have you done?” He kisses me on the forehead before turning to look at Demitri. “So do I get to join?”
“Yes, I figured you would want some time with our girl too.” Demitri walks over to see what Hutch is making for dinner. “But you will have to deal with my sloppy seconds. I may have had to teach her a lesson, and she’s dripping with my come.”
Rolling my eyes at his show of dominance, I head in to set the table and make sure everything in the house is ready to eat. I want absolutely no delays before I get to play. I can’t remember a time I have been this wanton.
I swallow the last bite of my stir-fry, and have two seconds to wipe my face off with the napkin before Dee has me scooped up.
He flings me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing, and heads for the stairs.
He walks down the hallway, heading for his bedroom again.
He throws me on the bed before standing just out of reach.
“Hard limits?” Demitri growls out.
“What?” He shocks me with his question. I heard him, but my brain can’t comprehend what exactly he is asking me. All the blood has been hanging out in my throbbing core for the last couple of hours.
“I need to know what you are absolutely not willing to do.” His eyes are dark and hooded, waiting for my answer.
“Umm,” I pick at my fingers. “I don’t think there is anything I know I absolutely won’t do. Maybe fisting. That feels a little intense right now.” I have never had a partner who cared about what I wanted to happen. I am not sure how to answer his question.
“No fisting, that seems easy enough. What have you had happen to you in previous relationships, Nyx? I don’t want to push you too far.”
“We have had sex,nothing too crazy.” I am so confused by what he is looking for.
“My sexual partners are a fairly short list. I decided after Nick, unless I found someone worth my time, I wouldn’t go out looking for partners because most of the time I had to finish myself, anyway. Why go searching for a shitty lay?”
“Oh, Little Fox. One thing I can promise you, when you are in my bed, the only time your orgasms are at your own hands are when I want to witness you make yourself feel good. Graham will also never make you take care of yourself, ever. You will never have to worry about whether you will be coming when you are under our control.”
“Says the man who has left me needy and dripping for hours.”
“That was all part of the scene, Little Fox.” He smirks at me.
He knows I am just getting sassy with him.
“The only time your pleasure will be denied is when it is to prove a point or as punishment. The punishment will be discussed prior, and you will know that your actions are going to cause that. You do not want to be denied, don’t be a brat. ”
I roll my eyes just as Graham has joined us in the bedroom. He must have stopped in his room because he joins us wearing only a dark blue pair of boxer briefs. His cock sticking out of the waistband of his boxers.
“What are we going over?” Graham walks to take his place in the chair, like he knows exactly where he needs to be for the scene without being told.
“I am trying to find out what our girl doesn’t like, but it seems like her previous dickheads haven’t been able to do much.
” Demitri takes his eyes off me for a moment to address Hutch.
“Ok, for now we will use the traffic light system. Green means you are good to keep going. Yellow means you either need us to slow down or you need a break. Red, the whole scene stops with no question, and I will tend to any of your needs or concerns.”
I nod my head as he explains everything.
It all seems very straightforward. I have never used a safe word before, but it is good to know that I have a way to stop everything if needed.
Demitri removes his t-shirt, standing only in the jeans he was wearing on our date to the range.
Graham is completely man-spread out in his chair just watching me.
I swear the fire in his eyes could light the ocean on fire.
“I need your words, beautiful.” Demitri leans his hands on the bed, looking over me.
“Yes, Sir. I understand.” A smile spreads across his face as he climbs onto the bed fully.
He yanks my leggings down my leg, taking a look at his masterpiece, the mess our cum has left in my leggings.
The leggings are launched in the air, landing in front of his walk-in closet door.
Next, my shirt is pulled over my head, and in a moment his fingers are deftly unclasping my bra, the two articles of clothing joining my leggings on the floor.
I am naked for mere moments before I feel Demitri’s hands at my ankles, throwing them over his shoulders. He sheaths himself in me in one swift thrust. I cry out, loving the feeling of being stretched fully.
“Fuck, Dee. Didn’t you just come?” Graham is watching us, with that burning look still in his eye.
“That was strictly about leaving her dripping with my come. This is for pleasure.” Fuck. “Go into my closet and grab the pink vibrator.”
Graham gets up and adjusts his erection before going into the closet. I can hear him rummaging around, but I am focused on Demitri grinding his pelvis into my clit. He isn’t thrusting right now, more circling his hips so I get the most amazing friction.
“Come here.” Is all Demitri says over his shoulder when we hear Graham walk back into the room.
I can see Graham just standing off to the side of the bed.
He leans over and grasps my breast in his palm.
“Turn the vibrator on and place it on her clit.” He growls.
All pleasantries are gone. He is all orders.
The silicone of the vibrator meets my clit, and I scream. The orgasm that I had been denied for so long finally cresting. The spots in my vision dance, but I blink them away. I can feel myself clenching on Demitri’s cock so hard that he can barely thrust into me.
“Fuck, Little Fox. I think this is the hardest you have come yet. Graham, do not move that toy off her clit unless told so.” He gives Graham orders so effortlessly. “That’s it, keep squeezing the life out of my cock, beautiful.”
“Her skin flushes a beautiful shade of red every time she comes. It may just be my new favorite color.” Graham groans out.
I can hear them talking about how gorgeous I am when I come, but I can’t focus on the words between them anymore.
I am a floating blob of skin and tissue.
Boneless, floating in space and in absolute bliss.
When I said no one really cared about my pleasure when we fucked, I meant it, this is a whole new fucking experience.
Demitri’s pace starts to become erratic, and I try to focus my blissed out state back on my men. I glance up to see Demitri’s eyes rolling back in his head and his face shows every ounce of control he is trying desperately to cling to.
“Fuuuck.” He draws the word out with a growl. “I need one more, Little Fox. Do you think you can soak my cock one more time?”
I hear the button on the vibrator click before the intense buzzing on that little bundle of nerves kicks into hyper-drive. I am hurtling towards another climax, and I cannot stop it even if Demitri told me to.
“Come on, you can give me one more. I feel you fluttering around me.” Dee leans down in my ear and peppers it with kisses before saying, “Let go.”
That’s it, I’m done for. My orgasm erupts, and my core clamps down on his cock so tightly that I’m shocked he can even budge.
I am shaking, unable to control how my body responds to any stimulus.
A deep, resonant growl erupts from Demitri’s chest, and then I feel his hot, thick come painting my insides.
“That’s my good Little Fox. Fuck, you come so prettily. I can feel you dripping down my balls.” He caresses my face as we both come down from our bliss together.
Hutch switches off the vibrator and removes it from between the two of us. His cock hard and peeking up through the waistband of his boxer briefs. He palms himself while he waits for us to separate from each other. Breaths coming erratically from both Dee and myself.
“Ok, Graham's turn.” Is all Demitri says before he slowly pulls out of me. I can feel his come leak out of me for just a second before he takes his fingers and pushes it back in. “That stays right there, to be joined by Graham’s in a bit.” He takes his fingers out of my core and just smirks. Well fuck, that was hot.
Demitri heads towards his en suite, and I hear the shower turn on, right before Hutch is between my thighs. His hard cock out and already leaking pre-come.
“I want to watch my pleasure all over this beautiful face, Little Witch. Every moan for me, every single time your eyes roll back into your head, I want to see.” I can see not only his lust but also his passion reflecting back in his eyes.
“Mmhmm, all yours.” I mumble out, not really able to form full words, let alone sentences.
He slowly lines his head up with my opening before sliding in just an inch at a time. Slow and passionately he thrusts while he holds my face to keep eye contact with me.
This isn’t the rough fucking that Demitri gave me.
It is still just as pleasurable and earth shattering but I feel my climax building slowly and intensely.
I have a feeling there are three sweet little words right on the tip of his tongue, but he holds them in.
I don’t blame him. I am about to spit them out too, but I catch myself.
He keeps one hand holding my face, his forehead resting on mine. While one hand runs down my collar to my breast, palming the soft globe. He gently tugs at my hardened nipples. I am climbing ever so closer to that eruption, and I think this will be the most intense orgasm ever.
“Oh, my God.” I manage to groan out.
“Thanks for the compliment, beautiful, but I’m just Graham.” he smirks at me, pulling his head away just long enough for me to see it.
His lips crash into mine. He pulls a low groan out of me that he swallows greedily.
His hips are grinding on that sweet spot at the apex of my thighs.
I am dead. That is the only thing that makes sense.
This pleasure is so perfect, not better than what Demitri gives me.
Both men make me feel cherished and cared for in different ways, but this is just intense.
When people say make love, this is what they have to mean.
“Oh fuck.” Is all I am able to get out before the slow building orgasm crests and I fall. My vision is going black. I feel my wetness drench his cock.
“There we go, beautiful. Soak me, make Dee change the sheets.” He groans. “Ugh. So. Fucking. Good.” Then I feel him fill me up with his seed, combining with my come and Demitri’s.
My body is limp, no longer able to control a single limb or movement. I faintly hear the tub filling up before I am scooped up in someone’s arms and carried away. My world goes completely black, and I fall into oblivion.