Chapter 17 #3
"You better. How many times did I make you come yesterday, and I can't even get a text back?"
I try not to smile, but I can't help it. "Mmm…I lost track?"
"Exactly. Stop trying to break my heart, Ripley."
"Not sure you have a heart, Hawthorne."
Dax frowns, sets his phone on the table, and then rolls onto his side and threads his fingers through my hair. "You had a bad day, didn't you?" he asks. "What happened?"
"Nothing. It was a regular day. Just me and my rain cloud."
"Baby, I don't know what that means."
I shake my head a little. "Nothing. Don't worry about it."
He looks over my shoulder at Nolan. "What happened to her?"
"I think Elias got in her head."
"About what? What did he say?"
"I don't know. She wasn't specific."
Dax looks at me again, raising his eyebrows. "You need to fuck him and get it over with, Saige."
"What? I don't want to have sex with Elias; that's never going to happen."
"I'm just saying—that's the only way he's ever going to leave you alone."
"Mmm, I don't even know if that would work," Nolan says. "Once he got a taste of her, he'd probably build some kind of underground bunker to keep her in."
I turn to Nolan, my lip curled and nose crinkled in disgust. "Would you both stop? That's creepy."
"I told you, Ripley—his obsession with you is really abnormal. And we've known him our whole lives."
"I don't care! It doesn't matter to me what's normal for him because I don't care about Elias. And as much as I want him to leave me alone, I don't want it enough to try sleeping with him."
"You know, now that I think about it, this is kind of like your underground bunker. It was Elias's idea to put you here, give you a curfew, and—"
"Dax, please stop talking."
"All right, you know what?" He reaches between my legs, rubbing my pussy through my yoga pants. "I can think of something you could do to shut me up."
My breath hitches. "What is it?"
"Wrap those pretty lips of yours around my cock. I want you to gag on it; I want to see your eyes water. Then I'll stop talking about how much your big brother wants to slip his dick into your sweet little pussy."
He buries his head in my neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive spot just below my ear.
"Stop saying stuff like that," I pant.
"If you want me to stop, you know what to do," he says. Then he leans in, whispering in my ear, "And I won't even tell Nolan that the last time I said something like that, you came all over me."
"What? No, I—" But I stop before finishing the sentence because I remember now. It was in this room when he told me what Elias would do if he heard me. "…That's not why."
"What did I miss?" Nolan asks.
"Nothing." I sit up, pull my shirt over my head, and remove my bra, hoping to change the subject.
Besides, even if he were right, it doesn't matter how much Elias wants to fuck me. I will never, ever let that happen.
I kneel between Dax's legs, pulling his basketball shorts and boxers down, and take his rock-hard length in my fist. Then I lick my lips, lowering my mouth onto the tip, swirling my tongue around it, making eye contact as I take him into the back of my throat.
I suck him nice and slow a couple of times, taking my time, licking the precum away and swallowing around him. Then I move my fist and take more of him—until I can't breathe and it hurts—and I gag around him like he asked, holding it there while my eyes water.
I blink, sending tears rolling down each of my cheeks.
"Fuck yes…" Dax moans. "You're such a good girl, aren't you, Saige?"
He places his hands on my cheeks, wiping my tears away with his thumbs before using his hands to hold me in place and thrusting further into my mouth, groaning when he hits the back of my throat. I swallow around him while I choke, desperate for air.
"I bet you like that, don't you, Saige? It feels good to be a good girl, doesn't it?"
When he lets go, I gasp for air, but I don't stop licking and sucking him. He keeps one hand in my hair, but the other hand…
With the other hand, he takes out Nolan's dick, pumping it in his fist. I watch it while they both watch me, my pussy clenching when I watch Dax smear cum all over the tip with his thumb.
I choke again, and Dax groans. "Do it to Nolan now."
I don't hesitate, letting Dax's wet, hard cock fall from my mouth against his stomach before moving between Nolan's legs. Dax keeps his hand at the base, holding it while I suck the tip clean, tasting salty cum on my tongue.
"Oh, fuck," Nolan groans.
"Make sure you tell her what a good girl she is for sucking your cock clean," Dax says. "She likes that."
"You're such a good fucking girl, Saige," Nolan rasps. "Your mouth feels like fucking heaven."
Dax moves his hand away, wrapping it around his own dick, stroking it slowly while he watches me give Nolan the same treatment. I take him into the back of my throat a few times, licking and sucking him while I get the feel of it, watching his tongue come out to lick his lips before he groans.
And then I take it all, gagging around him. I whimper a little while tears run down my cheeks. Before I can take a breath, he starts fucking my face; I gasp for what little air I can get while drool runs down my chin.
"Holy shit," Dax says. "Fuck, I can't take it anymore."
He pulls his shorts and boxers all the way off, tossing them off the bed before sitting up and pulling his shirt over his head.
Then he moves behind me, pulling my yoga pants and underwear down.
I shift my weight to help him pull them over my knees and ankles, and he tosses them aside before sinking his dick into my pussy.
My toes curl, and I moan around Nolan's dick while Dax fucks me from behind.
"You were so ready for this, weren't you, baby?" he asks. "So fucking wet from sucking dick. You know, I've never seen Nolan fuck anyone's face like that before—except for mine. You must have been really good to him."
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," Nolan says.
Dax pulls me back by my hair and away from Nolan's dick, who groans in frustration.
"Not yet," Dax says, still steadily fucking me from behind. He pulls out, and now it's my turn to whimper from the absence of him, my pussy desperate to be filled again.
I almost get what I want when Dax pushes his fingers into me, but then he pulls them out and pushes those wet fingers into my ass.
"Ahh!" I cry out.
"I think the easiest way to do this…" he says. "Is for you to lie down on your side with your hands behind your back so I can hold them. So go ahead, princess. Lie down."
He takes his fingers out, and I lie down, heart pounding, while Dax pulls my hands behind my back and molds his body to mine. "I have lube in my room, but I can't wait." He pushes the head into my tight hole.
"Oh, god!" I scream.
"Better if I do it while it's still nice and wet. And you're doing so fucking good, Saige."
"Dax…oh, my god."
Nolan scoots closer, grabbing my leg and hitching it around his waist; it gives both Dax and me a better angle. He's easier to take, and picks up his pace, thrusting into me from behind in short, powerful bursts that send pleasure up my spine and make my clit pulse.
Just as I'm getting used to it, Nolan pushes his cock into my pussy, stretching and filling me in a way I've never felt before.
"Ahhh!"
"Shit," Nolan groans. "Jesus, fuck, I can feel you fucking her."
"Oh, my god…" I whimper. "Fuck…fuck…"
I repeat the word over and over, like it's a prayer that'll save me. But I don't want to be saved.
Nolan finds a pace that matches Dax's, and they use each other's momentum to fuck me between them. And I'm a completely helpless, drooling, whimpering mess between them, my arms bound tightly behind my back; head thrown back while my tits bounce with every brutal thrust.
"How's that feel?" Dax asks, pressing his lips to my throat. "Does that feel good, sweetheart?"
"Yes…" I admit. It hurts; and I feel so unnaturally full, but god, it feels good, too. It's almost like a fucking out-of-body experience. All I can do is feel—the tension at my core, the pulsing of my clit as Nolan fucks my pussy.
Pleasure and pain shooting up my spine as Dax thrusts into me.
"You're doing so good, Saige," Nolan rasps. "So fucking good, baby."
"I'm…I'm going to come. Fuck!"
"Do you think Elias knows you're taking both of our dicks right now? Do you think he knows what a good little fuck doll you are, Saige?" Dax asks.
I come hard, clenching around both of them, my entire body shaking between them. Neither lets up, fucking me at the same quick, brutal pace while I writhe against Dax's hold.
They're ruining me, and I know that. But I don't want it to stop—not when letting them use me like this feels this good.
By the time Dax comes, I'm a whimpering, overstimulated, over-fucked mess. He releases one of my arms, reaching around the front of me, squeezing my tit in his hand while he writhes against my backside, filling me with his cum.
He hisses when he slides his cock out of me, then brushes my hair away from my face, kissing my neck again, telling me how good I did and how perfect I am while Nolan thrusts into me faster, harder, his hair damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead.
Dax grabs my thigh and holds me open for him, and I moan.
"I love watching his dick fuck into your messy, swollen pussy, baby," Dax says against my skin. "I told you I'd take care of you. We're taking good care of you, aren't we? Giving your tight little body what it's begging for?"
"Yes…"
"I bet his thick head feels good, doesn't it, baby? He's got such a perfect cock…"
"Open your mouth, Saige," Nolan growls.
I do as he asks, opening wide with my tongue out, and he pulls out of my pussy, kneeling over me. Dax's hand wraps around his dick, pumping him, and white hot cum spurts from the tip all over my tits and face before he pushes it in my mouth, and I swallow the rest.
When he finishes, he pulls out, tucks his dick back into his sweats, and collapses on the other side of me, the three of us all drenched in sweat and out of breath.
Dax wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly against him like he always does. "That was so much fun," he says. He tilts my head so he can reach my mouth and then dives into my lips, licking Nolan's cum from them before his tongue twists with mine.
When he breaks away, he reaches around me, running his fingers through Nolan's hair.
"I love the way you taste on her tongue," he says.
"And your face right before you come, the way you bite your lip…
it's so fucking sexy. You're both so fucking sexy.
I'm really fucking happy." He kisses my shoulder.
"Are you guys hungry? I'm going to go make something. "
"No," Nolan groans.
"What about you, baby?"
"I'm not hungry, either," I tell him. "I'm going to go take a shower."
"Okay." Dax gets up, pulling on only his boxers before leaving the room. "The coast is clear if you want to make a run for it, Saige."
It takes me a second to figure out what he's talking about, and then I realize I do want to make a run for it and dart naked out of the bedroom and into the bathroom next door. I close the door behind me, lock it, and turn on the shower, letting the water warm up before I get in.
I wash my aching body, cleaning the dried cum from my face and chest, letting myself soak under the hot water and in the steam for a while.
After drying off, I wrap myself in a towel and leave the bathroom. Dax is sitting on the couch eating a pizza while watching television. I quietly make my way to the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cabinet and filling it with water.
I drink the entire thing and then refill it.
"Good idea to hydrate, baby," Dax says through a mouth full of pizza.
I hide my smile behind the glass. "Yeah, I thought so."
I take the water with me back to the bedroom, and almost turn on the light before I spot Nolan still in bed, asleep on top of the blankets.
Quietly, I set the glass on the nightstand, and then I drop the towel, put on a pair of underwear and an oversized t-shirt, and crawl into bed, slowly pulling the covers over me. He stirs anyway, and my heart sinks a little, knowing he's going to leave.
"Sorry," I whisper.
"It's okay."
He removes his glasses, sets them on the table, and then reaches for my hand. "Good night, Saige."
I smile, knowing he can't see it. "Good night."