Chapter 16
Josephine
“Spread your legs and let me see your perfect cunt.”
A whimper escapes me as a heady mix of arousal and submission swirls through my veins.
At the foot of the bed, Kylian looms over me where I’m spread out on his mattress. Naked.
Locke stands beside him—also naked, per Kylian’s instructions—fisting his erection and looking every bit my alt-rock, pop-punk fantasy.
“Look how pretty she is, Nicky. I bet she’s already wet.”
“How do you want me, Hot Girl?”
“Under me,” I pant. There’s nothing I love more than riding ten inches of Lockewood dick and rubbing against his pubic piercing every time I take him to the hilt.
Kylian hums and points to Nicky, then me, directing the scene.
“Sit on the edge of the bed, Nicky. Baby, you get in his lap but face me.”
I scramble up, eager to comply with his instructions.
Locke hasn’t even settled on the mattress before Kylian speaks again.
“Holy shit. Bro. That’s…”
“Impressive?” Locke smirks, then pulls me into his lap and peppers kisses along my bare shoulders.
I lean back into his touch, letting him hold my weight as he lines himself up with my pussy.
He’s right there, coating himself with my slickness, slipping his crown through my folds, when Kylian goes on.
“I was going to say intimidatingly girthy.”
Locke’s shoulders shake below me in silent laughter. “Bro. You’ve seen my dick before.”
“But not in this context,” Kylian counters.
“What context is that?”
“About to thrust up into and potentially tear apart my girl.” Kylian’s voice is so serious I have to hold in a laugh.
Locke grunts. “You mean our girl.”
“Our girl. Right. Semantics. That doesn’t ease my concern. I’m being realistic here. Have you measured it recently? What’s the circumference? I don’t want her getting hurt, or—”
“You guys!”
It’s like I’m not spread out between them, naked, waiting for someone to fuck me.
“Sorry, Hot Girl,” Locke mumbles, placing a soft kiss on my shoulder. “Your boyfriend’s worried my dick’s too big for you to handle.”
Tipping my head back to look up at Kylian, I lick my lips. “Trust me, Daddy. It’ll fit.”
“Daddy?” Locke gibes.
“You’re a philosophy major, Nicky. Don’t tell me you’re not familiar with the teachings of Pascal. Daddy is a state of mind.”
Locke chortles, but this time, he doesn’t neglect me. Two fingers swirl around my opening, teasing my pussy, then tickling over my clit.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for us,” he breathes against my neck. “But I gotta know. He makes you call him Daddy and he’s got jokes? Who is this cyborg, and what have you done with my best friend?”
“Relax.” Kylian waves one hand while he fists himself through his pants with the other. “You don’t have to call me that,” he says, watching Locke play with my cunt. “Unless you want to.”
This time I can’t help but join in. “He might be into that. Nicky loves being a good boy. Don’t you, baby?”
“Only for you,” he quips, pinching my nipple for emphasis.
I whimper as the pain blossoms into pleasure that shoots down to my pussy. “Enough fucking around,” I demand, arching my back in search of more. “I need you,” I plead.
“Hmm,” Kylian murmurs low, still working himself through his pants. “She’s getting impatient, Nicky.”
“No shit. You should feel how wet she is for us.”
Kylian stalks forward, crowding us on the mattress and caressing my jaw with one hand while he fists his cock in the other.
“She’s always ready, aren’t you, baby? Needy and wet. Such a good fucking girl.”
Kylian tips my chin back, forcing me to sink back into Locke’s embrace. “You want him inside you?”
His filthy words and Locke’s scorching touch ignite a flame in my belly. It burns low and slow as I nod and clench my thighs, desperate for what Kylian’s tempting me with. But I’m trapped. Locke has me spread open, with each of my legs hooked over his thighs.
“And where do you want me? Sucking on your tits? Holding a vibrator to your clit?”
“You have toys up here?” I ask, breathless, as Locke kisses up and down my neck and teases my inner thighs. The hard, pulsing length of him rests along my ass. It’s taking every ounce of willpower I possess not to squirm until his dick slips inside me.
“Just your favorite.” Kylian pulls his shirt off and readjusts his glasses.
The heat in my belly swirls at the memory of my favorite and the way Kylian set me off with it the last time. “You bought a sex toy for me?”
With a step back, he slides his pants down his legs, and I immediately home in on the erection straining behind his blue boxer briefs.
Fuck. I want them both. I want them now.
“Technically speaking,” he says, stepping between where my knees are hooked around Locke’s and quirking a brow. “I purchased a backup of the device you already own. For the Nest. Just in case.”
Despite the way my body burns and writhes, all while Locke alternates between kneading my breasts and tweaking my nipples, I can’t help but grin.
“But yes. There’s a Thumper in my nightstand, fully charged and ready for you. Is that what you want, baby? Do you want me to get you off while you’re full of Nicky’s cock?”
Rolling my hips, I imagine the scenario, desperately chasing after Locke’s dick as he teases me with the tip.
“Goddamn, this pussy. You’re so wet and warm,” Locke’s breath is ragged and hot against my neck.
Bracing myself with one hand on his thigh, I reach for Kylian with the other. “I just want you,” I plead, shuddering as Locke pushes the head of his cock just an inch into my cunt.
“Get on his dick, baby,” Kylian urges, his irises twin flames lit with need. “Nicky, you lean back. And keep her legs spread open for me.”
From the quick way Locke complies, it looks like he’s as eager as I am to follow Kylian’s instructions.
“That’s it,” Kylian encourages as Locke slides into me. “Nice and easy.”
Inch by glorious inch, he stretches me to accommodate his absolutely massive penis. He feels even bigger than normal at this angle. Longer and wider, like I’m stuffed so full I can barely move.
Whimpering, I thrust forward as far as I can in this position and shudder when the movement makes his piercing press into my taint.
At my reaction, he moans deep and low in my ear, his abs tightening beneath me and his hands kneading my tits a little more aggressively.
“I can’t ride you at this angle,” I whine.
Ignoring my complaint, Kylian drops to his knees before us and kisses me fiercely, though a heartbeat later, he pulls back, leaving me arching forward in search of his mouth.
“Don’t worry about riding him, baby. We’ll make you feel good.” Then, tilting his head to the side, he regards Locke. “You’re good with this? I’m not interested in licking dick, but you’re inevitably going to feel it while I’m working.”
“We’re cool,” Locke grits out behind me.
“Make her milk me until she screams.” Gripping my hips so tight each fingertip digs into my flesh, he holds me in place and fucks up into me from behind.
Once he’s found a rhythm, he sets the pace.
Even though he’s barely moving, the angle is exquisite. I’ve never felt so full in my life.
Kylian lowers himself onto his haunches, watching, rapt, as his best friend eases his dick in and out of me for several beats.
Then he heaves himself up and kisses me once more before working his mouth down my body.
He sucks on one side of my neck while Locke kisses the other.
With a final nip, he eases down a fraction and takes one nipple into his mouth and lavishes it with attention, then the other, sucking and licking, biting playfully and pulling on it with his teeth.
Finally, he trails a path of kisses down my torso, then drops back onto his heels.
“Fuck,” he hisses, caressing my cunt with two fingers as Locke maintains his slow, sensual rhythm. “Did you blow your load already, Nicky?” Kylian asks.
“What? Hell no,” Locke grunts, his rhythm faltering.
Kylian wears the most devilish smile when he lifts his chin. “So you’re telling me all this sweet cream is from our girl?”
Their girl. Their fucking girl. I want to be their girl, always.
And I’m not the least bit ashamed of how obvious it is that I want them.
“Did you make this mess, Jo?” He’s so close I can feel his breath on my clit. He’s right fucking there…
“Kyl,” I whimper, desperation causing me to thrash.
“Answer me,” he demands.
Behind me, Locke grunts out an unintelligible order, but I don’t need to comprehend the words to understand that he wants my answer just as fervently.
“Yes.” The word escapes on a whimper as the pleasure in my core sends currents of arousal coursing through me.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I plead. Because that’s what it is. My submission. An honest plea. I want nothing more than for him to put his mouth on me and put me out of my misery.
Massaging my swollen clit, he collects my cum, then he holds up two fingers to show us.
“Look at this mess. It’s gushing out of your hole, baby. You’re soaking his cock and dripping all over my sheets. Are you gonna help me clean it up?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I repeat, flames licking up my insides as telltale tingles spark in my toes.
Finally—fucking finally—Kylian puts his mouth on me.
Instead of licking my clit like I expect, like I so desperately desire, he runs the tip of his tongue along the rim of my pussy where it’s stretched taut around Locke’s dick. Just once. Then he rises to his knees, grips my jaw with one hand, and looks me right in the eye.
“Open your mouth,” he mutters, and when I immediately obey, he angles his lips near mine and spits, holding my jaw open to prevent me from swallowing.
“Fucking hell,” Locke mutters, his fingertips digging into the flesh at my hips.
I couldn’t agree more. The rasp from behind me sends shivers racing up my spine, and the intense look on the face of the man in front of me makes me clench around Locke so tightly I worry I’ll cut off his circulation.
“Good girl,” Kylian praises, licking my bottom lip and kissing me softly as I hold my cum and his spit in my mouth. “Now share that with your boyfriend while I suck on your clit.”
My breath is so ragged and my heart is pounding so rapidly against my chest that I can’t think straight.
Thankfully, Locke takes charge. His hand replaces Kylian’s on my chin, gripping my face and turning my head. He dips his tongue into my mouth, working it in and out in rhythm with his thrusts.
“Oh, shit,” he murmurs against my lips as Kylian licks us again.
Locke’s dick jerks inside me, and I dig my nails into his thighs as my pussy chokes him harder.
“Doesn’t she taste good?” Kylian asks, his breath hot on my inner thigh. Then he’s diving back in and working his tongue into my hole alongside Nicky’s cock. My pussy pulses as more slickness seeps out of me.
“She tastes so fucking good,” Locke murmurs, kissing me again.
“She tastes like ours,” Kylian groans into my cunt.
“I couldn’t agree more.” Locke toys with my nipples as Kylian absolutely ravages my clit. He moans each time I bounce on him, dipping his tongue into my mouth over and over again like he can’t get enough of my essence.
“Hold her,” Kylian commands, dropping his palms to my thighs and pressing into them.
Locke complies immediately. He wraps both arms around my torso and nuzzles into my neck.
An instant later, Kylian seals his lips around my bundle of nerves and sucks. Hard. I scream and writhe, flying into the atmosphere like a helium-filled balloon released into the heavens, Locke’s hold on me the only thing keeping me on this earth.
Kylian licks at my oversensitive clit as I spiral, pulling off eventually but keeping his focus locked on my still-pulsating cunt.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs, his voice full of adoration. “Such a good girl. Keep gripping him, baby. Milk his cock until he fills you up.”
Beneath me, Locke’s thrusts become frantic. “Fuck, fuck, fuck… I’m close,” he grunts, as his thighs tense below me.
“Hold it, Nicky. She’s got another one in her. I know it.”
Like hell I do. I’m locked up so tight around him I fear we’ll be trapped like this.
“Open your legs farther, Jo.”
Despite my own doubts, I do as he says, spreading wide and exposing myself to him.
Kylian rubs my clit furiously, fusing fire and ice, creating an impossible sensation that’s building into another orgasm.
“Fuck,” Locke grits out. “I can feel every stroke of your hand, bro.”
“Both of you come. Right now,” Kylian demands.
Locke’s thighs tense below me as the first pulses of his release shoot into me.
“Jo.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath. I’m so close, so fucking close—
Kylian lifts his hand and slaps my clit, and I fragment.
I shatter and crumble and cease to exist in this dimension as pain and pleasure, heat and desire, control and reckless abandon all rip through me with such force there’s no room in my head for anything but this moment.
This moment.
With these men.
Being cared for, and being taken care of, in ways I never thought I’d experience.
When I’m sure I’m not going to black out, I flop back into Locke’s arms, reveling in the tingling aftershocks of post-orgasm bliss.
He holds me tight, face buried in my hair as he murmurs words I can’t fully comprehend. As we come down from the high, my release, mixed with Locke’s, drips out of me, making a literal mess on the floor.
Kylian swipes his hand through it and paints it across my chest, teasing my nipples on each pass. I revel in his touch—in Locke’s hold—in this moment I don’t ever want to end.
He grunts, and I open my eyes in time to watch him finish in his hand. Panting, he stands, then hovers over us and mixes his release with the mess already smeared across my stomach.
“Ours,” he whispers as he traces one finger from my clit over my belly button and up my chest, before finally resting his open palm over my heart.