Chapter 23 #3
I must be right, because he pulls me back, panting, his cock throbbing in front of my face. "Turn around, Saige," he says. "But stay on your knees."
When I turn, Nolan and Dax are behind me, both of them fully erect.
I wrap my fists around both of them, pumping them together while looking up at them. I take turns licking them, teasing them, but the next time I go to switch, Nolan grabs the back of my hair, holding me there.
I take Nolan into the back of my mouth with my fist around the base, pumping him while he groans—not fucking my face like Elias, just gently thrusting in and out of my lips.
"Doesn't she look pretty like this?" Dax asks, combing his fingers through my hair while I suck Nolan, my other hand still pumping his cock.
"Yes," he groans.
"She's right where she belongs, isn't that right, little sister?"
"Mmhmm," I mumble, and then I let Nolan's dick fall from my lips and move onto Dax, giving him the same treatment.
Dax is gentler than Elias…but only a little this time. I gag around him, too, eyes watering while I pump and suck every inch of him, my clit throbbing when he starts panting.
"Open wider, baby," he says. "Take it all. I want you to choke on it when I come."
Nolan drops to his knees beside me, taking over pumping Dax's cock while I do as he asked, opening wider while sucking him. "You're such a good girl, Saige. Do you know how lucky you are to get all of our cum?"
"Mmhmm," I mumble.
"Fuck…" Dax groans. "Are you ready to suck me dry, baby?"
I look up at him and nod, and just as hot spurts of cum hit the back of my throat, Nolan moves his hand away.
And then Dax pulls out, spilling onto my face and tits before shoving his dick into Nolan's mouth next with a long, low groan.
"Jesus fucking Christ, that's good." While one hand grips Nolan's hair, the other tilts my chin upward, and he runs his thumb over my cum-covered lips. "Sharing is caring, right, baby?"
"Yes," I say, watching him finish in Nolan's mouth. By the time he pulls out, I'm so fucking wet—so desperate to be touched again, I could scream.
"Bend over the couch, Saige," Elias says. "And don't you dare clean her up. I want her covered in cum and pathetic."
Dax holds out his hand. "Let me help you up, princess."
He pulls me up, and then I bend over the edge of the couch. "Are you leaving the leggings on her?" Dax asks as he works my skirt down my legs. "She'll probably have that pattern on her ass for a week."
"She knew what she was doing when she put them on," Elias says.
"I didn't put them on for you—I put them on because I know Nolan likes them."
"I swear to fucking god, Saige…"
I smile, but only for a second, because that's all the warning I get before his hand comes down on my ass.
I cry out, gritting my teeth.
"I think your attitude's gotten out of hand while I've been gone." Smack. "We'll have to make sure you get out to Toronto enough for regular adjustments." Smack. "I'm going to check and see how wet your pussy is, and then we'll see how many more of these you deserve."
But I already know I'm fucking soaked.
He pushes his fingers into my pussy, and I moan, looking across the coach at Nolan, who watches me with his dick shoved down Dax's throat.
"Saige…" he admonishes, sliding them in and out of me. "This is bad, baby—even your thighs are wet. You shouldn't be this turned on from sucking cock and getting your ass and tits slapped by your brother. That's pretty pathetic."
"I know…" I tell him. "I can't help it. Will you just fuck me?"
"No." Smack. "Desperate." Smack. "Fucking." Smack. "Whore."
"Fuck!"
He spanks me again…and again; over and over with his fingers still inside me, bringing me to the brink of orgasm more than once.
"Elias, please!" Tears roll down my face, and I look up at Nolan, his head falling back against the couch, biting his lip while Dax swallows his cock.
"Say please again, little sister. Maybe I'll stop and give you what you really want."
"Please!"
Smack. It doesn't work. I can't fucking take it anymore. Maybe I can get Dax to fuck me.
Just as I think it, Elias grabs my leggings, and I hear a rip before the thick head of his dick runs through my wetness and then—finally—fills me.
"Oh, fuck…oh, yes! Fuck me…"
He wraps my hair around his fist, wasting no time finding a punishing pace, drilling into me from behind. I cry out each time his hips meet my raw ass and he buries his cock inside me, already teetering on the edge of orgasm and desperate for release.
Just like he likes me…desperate and pathetic.
"Is this what you wanted, Saige?"
"Yes…" I whimper. "Oh, god, just like that."
"You're such a fucking slut, aren't you, little sister?"
"Yes…just…don't stop, please."
I dig my nails into the couch, screaming his name when I come, letting my eyes close as pleasure rolls up my spine…and then down to my toes, my fingertips…to every cell in my body while Elias fucks me.
Harder…faster…using my pussy until I'm a shaky, overstimulated mess on his thick cock. And then he stops.
Something cold and wet runs down my ass, and I freeze. "Just relax, Saige," he says, caressing my face. "You can take it, baby. You knew it was coming, didn't you?"
I nod slightly just before his dick nudges against my ass.
"Fuck!" I clench my jaw as he pushes past the tight ring.
"Go ahead and scream if you need to," he says, slowly filling me and just as slowly pulling out, groaning before he thrusts into me again. "But I needed every part of your perfect body to be mine. You get that, don't you, baby?"
"Yes…" I cry out again, squeezing my eyes shut. "Elias!" When I open them again, Dax is in front of me, smoothing my hair away from my face.
"It's okay, baby." He turns to Elias and then adds, "Maybe Nolan could help her take the edge off, if you know what I mean…"
"I think I do…"
"W-what are you doing?"
He wraps an arm around my body and the other under my legs, picking me up and carrying me over to the couch, reclining with me in his lap without ever pulling out. We both gasp at the new, deeper angle. Nolan stands in front of us, and Elias holds the back of my thighs, spreading me open.
Nolan places a knee on the couch and then leans in, pressing his lips to mine. "You ready for me, baby?"
I nod, and he pushes into me.
"Ah, fuck…"
I feel so fucking full, but it does feel better like this. Slowly, they both start fucking me.
"How's that?" Nolan says softly. "Does that feel good?"
"Yes," I whimper. "It feels good."
"Good girl. Just relax, baby." He places a hand on my cheek. "Let us come in you."
Elias grabs my chin, bringing my mouth to his, and kisses me hard, groaning into my mouth while they fuck me. I feel pressure on my clit and pull away.
"Oh, god…"
"You're doing so good, Saige," Dax says, standing over me, his fingers circling my clit. "You were made for this, baby. I'm so proud of you."
"I'm…I'm going to come."
"Of course you are," Elias says, pushing his fingers into my mouth. "You're such a fucking slut, Saige. Say it."
"I'm a slut," I mumble. "Oh, fuck!"
My legs shake, the orgasm bringing me both pleasure and pain at the same time as I writhe between them, sucking Elias's fingers.
A sense of relief washes over me when I realize Elias is coming, too. He groans into my ear, his free hand gripping my hip while his cock throbs inside me. When he finishes, he pulls out, but still holds me open while Nolan fucks me.
"Now you're going to feel me for a while after I'm gone, won't you, baby?" he rasps into my ear.
"Yes…" But what I'm thinking is, You have no fucking idea.
I feel him all the time. And that's not always a good thing.
He trails a finger down my cheek. "I love you so much, Saige."
I look at him, but before I can reply, Nolan thrusts into me harder, faster, my tits bouncing while Elias holds me against his chest…until finally, he comes inside me.
"Mmm, fuck!" Nolan groans. "Oh, fuck, that feels good. Fuck…"
He pulls out, collapsing beside us on the couch, drenched in sweat, his breath heaving.
"I don't think I've ever came that hard before," he says.
"See? Delayed gratification can be a good thing," Dax says.
"Shut up," Nolan tells him.
I guess I wasn't the only one who felt like they were getting edged to fucking death.
"Hold this for me for a minute," Elias says.
I don't realize he means me until Dax wraps a blanket around me and picks me up. He sits beside Nolan on the couch while cradling me against his chest.
Elias pulls himself up and then says, "I'll be right back."
"You need anything, baby?" Dax asks before kissing my forehead. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay."
"You're not sore?"
"Um, yeah. I'm definitely sore, but I'm also okay."
Nolan sighs and then sits up, placing his hand on my cheek before kissing my cheek. "I love you, Saige," he says.
"I love you, too."
"Thank you…for not leaving me. I know you love Elias, too, and I know it wasn't an easy choice for you."
"But it's only for a couple of years, eh? And we'll make sure you don't regret it," Dax says. "We'll make it easy for you, Saige. It's been a long time since your life was easy, hasn't it, princess?"
I blink back tears. "Yeah…it has."
"It'll be easy now, Saige," Nolan says. "Like breathing."
"We'll have a life where you don't need all of those sharp edges anymore—except for the ones you want to keep. You can be soft. You deserve that, don't you think?"
I swallow hard and nod before Elias starts down the staircase.
"All right," he says. "I'll take this back now—thanks." Elias picks me up from Dax's lap. "Have a good night, guys."
"Night, Saige," Dax says as we start up the stairs.
He doesn't put me down until we're in his bathroom, dark aside from the candles beside the sink, the tub filled.
"I know it's not as nice as the one at the hotel," he says, turning off the water. "But you liked it last time."
"I like it this time, too," I tell him.
After I drop the blanket, Elias helps me remove my torn fishnets, and then I lower my aching body into the hot water.
"Scoot over," he says.
"You cannot fit in here with me."
Elias shrugs and then drops his pants. "We'll find out."
Water sloshes in the tub, some of it spilling over the side when he climbs in, and I laugh. "Jesus!"
"Told you we'd both fit."
"Barely. You displaced a lot of water."
"Whatever," he says before splashing me. "Here's some more."
"Stop…I don't have the energy for that. I'd just let you drown me."
Maybe it's too soon for that joke, because his expression falls. "Don't say that. I'd never hurt you like that, Saige."
"You're hurting me right now."
I don't realize I've said it aloud until the air falls stale between us.
"Saige—"
"I didn't mean that," I say quickly. "I'm sorry. I really am happy for you."
"You don't think it hurts me that you didn't choose me?"
"I didn't not chose you, Elias—I just choose all of us. I chose not to uproot my life when I'm still afraid to walk home alone at night."
"I know. That's why I'm trying to be positive about this. I mean, maybe I still haven't given you enough reasons to trust me, and I guess I understand that. Maybe you're scared."
I look down at the scars on his leg. "That's not true, Elias; I trust you."
"Well, then, what would make it different, Saige? I'm sorry; I didn't want to do this—but what would need to happen between now and next fall for you to change your mind? What can I do? Because I fucking hate this."
"What would make you change your mind?!" I snap, tears running down my face. "I don't understand why you had to do any of this to me if you were just going to leave me! You made me love you when I didn't want to, and it's not fair! Were you lying to me?"
"No," he says quickly, sitting up and cupping my face in his hands. "No, of course not. You don't really think that, do you?"
I shrug. "I don't know."
"Saige…" He pauses, sighing. "I shouldn't have said anything. I don't want to fight with you right now; I just want to be with you."
"I don't want to fight with you, either."
"Then let's stop fucking fighting, okay?" He holds me against his chest and kisses my temple. "You know what I'm going to do as soon as I get there?"
I shake my head. "No, what?"
"I'm going to buy you a plane ticket for our first home weekend, and then I'll buy a ticket home for spring break.
When I told you that if you were to come with me to Toronto, it wouldn't be that bad going back and forth to see Dax and Nolan, I meant it.
That means it won't be that bad for us, either. "
"But it'll be a little different for us, won't it? You'll be alone."
"Yeah," he says. "I will."
"You'll be miserable."
"Nah, I was miserable before. I feel much better now that I have you."
"I'm going to miss you," I tell him. "It feels like someone's tearing my ribcage apart with their bare hands."
"Yeah, I know the feeling. I felt it every time I looked at you for two years."
I sit up, wiping my eyes. "God, this is so fucked up."
"We've been through much worse. We can handle it."
I know he's right, but it doesn't make me feel better. We lie in the tub, the silence heavy between us for a few minutes before he asks, "Do you want to go to bed?"
"Yeah," I tell him.
"Come on."
Elias helps me out of the tub, and then I dry off, pulling on one of his t-shirts before we lie down in his bed.
"I set the alarm," he says, pulling the covers over us. "We have to be up in a few hours."
"You didn't even pack."
"I'll throw some shit into my bags in the morning—won't take me that long. I meant it when I said I wanted to spend every minute with you." He wraps his arms around me. "It's going to be okay, Saige."
"Then why does it feel like this?"
"Well, I don't have much experience, but I think it's normal when you're going to miss someone."
"That's not what I mean—there's something heavier than that. It feels like the end of something. Can't you feel it?"
Elias shakes his head. "I know how much I love you. I won't let that happen." He kisses me again before adding, "Just try to get some sleep, okay?"
"Yeah…okay."
Elias falls asleep quickly, but I don't. I lie there, my head against his chest, staring up at the ceiling fan.
And now I worry about her—that future version of myself and how she sleeps at night.