Chapter Thirty-Eight – Fawn #2
They don’t waste a second in the living room.
They head upstairs, Torin leading the way.
Dylan clutches me tight, and then, with a synchronized motion, he hurls me down in the middle of my bed.
I bounce once, my skin sizzling against the softness of the blanket beneath me.
I simply lie there, sprawled and winded, my eyes fixed on the two of them standing at the foot of my bed, their full attention centered on me. They look like gods from another world.
No doubt, I don’t look as good as they do. My hair has probably gone frizzy from the lake water.
I lift the shirt inch by inch, pull it over my head and release it, the fabric pooling at my feet. When I’m with them, confidence comes so easily. I can’t believe I stood there on that dock, shirtless, but that’s what they do to me. They make me feel beautiful and confident, without doubt.
I’m now fully naked, and Dylan crosses his arms, his green eyes blazing. “So fucking beautiful. I want you to play with yourself, princess. Show us how wet you still are. Show us how much you need it.”
My breath hitches. I have never done this on demand before, but for them? I’ll do anything. I spread my legs wide so they can see it all. Reaching down, I touch my clit. A burst of sweet pleasure escapes me as I make contact. I’m so sensitive, I’m overwhelmed.
“Look at that,” Torin murmurs, his dark eyes drinking in the sight. “Look how pretty her pussy is, all pink and glistening just for us.”
Something in the praise unravels me — a moan slipping free, my hand moving quicker without being told to. I slip two inside my pussy, fucking myself with them, showing them how empty I feel.
They look at each other a beat too long, like there is something hungry in their gaze. A bizarre, curious thought works its way through my pleasure-clogged mind. The tension bleeds out slowly, my eyes moving between them.
“Have you two . . . ever kissed?” The words are spoken softly, but they land hard, lingering between us like a spark ready to ignite.
Dylan shrugs, a slow smirk forming. “Can’t say we have.”
“I think you should.” The whisper is barely out before the idea sinks in.
Torin crosses his arms, his expression unreadable. “You’re pretty bold for someone who’s being punished.”
There’s nothing accidental about the way Dylan looks at him, gave rolling upward, drinking in every inch.
There’s something different about him now.
Not playful, not showy, just raw and curious, as if he’s uncovering a truth he’s always wanted to express but never has.
Without breaking eye contact with Torin, he speaks.
“Would that make you happy, princess? Us kissing?”
“Mhmm,” I moan, continuing to work my fingers.
Dylan nods with an arched eyebrow. Torin does the same. They hesitate for a second longer, and then Dylan breathes. “Fuck it.”
He closes the gap, his hand cradling the back of Torin’s neck.
This isn’t awkward or uncertain. It’s a deep, starved kiss, packed with the same dominating power they always bestow on me.
Torin kisses back with the same intensity, his fist full of Dylan’s light brown hair.
Watching these two ridiculously masculine men lose themselves in each other for the briefest of moments, just for me, is impossibly erotic.
I whimper, my fingers frenetic on my clit.
They break apart, breathing hard, their lips swollen. I can sense they want more. Before I can tell them to carry on, Torin walks over to my nightstand, opening it.
“Just as I expected,” he mumbles, pulling out a small tube of lubricant and my black bullet vibrator. I forgot it was in there; it’s been ages since I used it.
“Look, Dyl — our girl has a toy. I always knew she was naughty,” he says, turning it on. The low hum of the vibration pulses throughout the room. He holds it out for me, and I take it. “Now, here’s my demand. Put that on your clit and don’t stop till we say.”
I bring it to my throbbing clit. The second it touches me, my back arches off the bed. “Oh, fuck!”
“That’s it,” Torin says, stripping off his shirt.
The tattoos on his chest and arms ripple as he moves.
He pushes his jeans and boxers down, his thick cock springing free.
He wraps a hand around it, giving it a slow stroke.
Dylan is already shedding his own jeans, his impressive cock hard and ready.
They stand there, two perfect statues, touching themselves as they observe me wriggling in response to the unrelenting sting of the vibrator.
Dylan’s voice is a low simmer. “How badly do you want to come, princess?”
“Ple-please,” I plead, my voice no more than a whisper. “So badly. I need it. I need to come.”
He shakes his head, a cruel, beautiful smile on his face. “No. Not yet. You can wait. What you need to do is . . .” He shuffles down on the bed, his head propped on my pillows. “Come here and ride me. Show me how much you need this big cock instead.”
I scramble toward him, the vibrator falling from my hand. Torin plucks it from the sheets, clicking it off. He takes Dylan’s place at the foot of the bed, watching, his hand still working his shaft.
Dylan guides his cock to my entrance as I straddle him. I sink down slowly, a moan tearing from my throat as he stretches me, fills me perfectly. “Uhh, Dylan . . .”
My hips roll as I take every inch of him. Torin’s gaze rests on the side of my face, his fist moving with the rhythm of my bounces.
Then, Dylan’s hand comes up, his fingers dance lazily on my neck, feeling my pulse.
“Have you ever tried this?” he asks, applying pressure to my throat.
My breath comes in short pants as I shake my head.
“Good.” His grip tightens, just a fraction. The whole process is crazy and terrifying, yet I’ve never felt anything like it, heightening every sensation. He starts to fuck me harder, his thrusts meeting my descents. “Breathe when I let you.”
The universe narrows down to his touch and the lack of air in my lungs. Spots dance around the corners of my eyes. Just before the rush of panic hits, he releases his grip, and I swallow another ragged breath before he grips me again.
“Fuck, she looks good like that,” Torin groans. “I need to be in her too.”
Dylan releases my throat, letting me cough and drag in air. “Yeah,” he rasps. “I think she needs to be stretched out more, her ultimate punishment. Get over here.”
The crude, impossible words make me clench around Dylan. Torin shuffles onto the bed beside us, uncapping the lube. He slicks his own cock generously, and then, while Dylan stays buried inside me, Torin drips lube over us, letting it seep in.
Dylan pries my ass cheeks apart, giving him better access.
“I’ll go slow, baby,” Torin murmurs. With a relentless push, he works the tip of his cock at my entrance.
“You’re not going to fit!” I scream.
“Don’t worry; we’ll make it fit,” he grunts, guiding his cock into me.
The pressure is immense and unbelievable; he’s now in my pussy, alongside Dylan.
A guttural scream leaves me all at once — the sound too big and broken to hold back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
The stretch is beyond anything I’ve ever felt. My pussy is so fucking full, and I’m loving every second. I can feel every ridge of their cocks inside me, competing for space.
“Holy fucking shit,” Dylan grits out. “You feel that, Torin? She’s taking both of us.”
“How does it feel having two cocks inside you, baby?” Torin asks.
“So . . . so fucking good,” I whimper, my eyes stinging with tears.
Dylan moans near my mouth, “Fuck! Torin, your cock feels fucking amazing against mine.”
“Mhmmm.” Torin moans. “Shit.”
Dylan’s lips lock onto me, his tongue fighting against mine.
They begin moving together in sync, slow and heavy, slamming into me.
Dylan’s hand returns to my throat, not squeezing, just holding, a symbol of his control.
Torin grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back.
I am entirely at their mercy, held and worshipped.
They fuck me like that for what feels like forever, until my moans are a continuous stream. Thrust after thrust. Slam after slam.
Just as my body is ready to collapse, Dylan pulls his lips away and speaks. “I wanna be in her ass.” His voice is thick with desire.
I don’t think I can take any more, and I’ve never done anal, but I trust them to take care of me.
They stop, both pulling out, and the last of my strength leaves me and I collapse forward. I’m empty and dripping. Dylan shuffles off the bed, pulls me onto my hands and knees, and reaches for the lube.
“This might hurt, princess,” he says, his tone laced with a dark promise. “But you’ll be our good girl and take it, won’t you?”
Darkness presses in at the edges, and whatever I meant to say dissolves before it reaches my lips.
Torin moves, lying on his back. I scramble over him. “Look at me, Fawn.” I meet his dark eyes. He reaches up and takes my hand, our fingers lacing together. “I’ve got you, baby.”
I feel the cool drizzle of lube on my asshole, then the slick pressure of Dylan’s cockhead against the tight ring. “Breathe, princess.”
My bottom lip disappears between my teeth. I force the air in and out through my nose.
He pushes the tip inside my asshole.
Fucking hell. I thought having two cocks in my pussy hurt, but this is a different kind of pain.
A scream tears out of me, and my eyebrows fly upward. It’s a blinding, white-hot spike of pain, a tearing, burning sensation like I’m being split in two. The tears come fast.
“Just breathe through it,” Torin soothes, squeezing my hand. “You’re doing so well, taking his big cock in your tight little ass. Look at you.”
Dylan sinks deeper, an inch, then another, until his nine-inch cock is entirely inside me. The burning is still there, a fierce, stretching ache. “Now, I think Torin should be in your pussy.”
“Is that okay? Yeah? We’ll take care of you.” Torin says.
A small, helpless sound escapes me, and all I can manage is a nod.