Chapter 31 #2
“Oh yeah, right after that big rainstorm near my house? You all ran home to grab clothes, but she stayed back with me.” I can hear the nostalgic smile in his voice, and my back straightens a little more.
“I stood outside the bathroom door trying not to get hard at the fact that Melody was naked in my shower.”
I remember the day he’s talking about. We were all hanging out at Adam’s for once, out in his backyard, laying on the old, beat-up trampoline that his parents probably should’ve taken to the dump.
We were all just shooting shit, talking and hanging out with a bag of gas station candy between us.
It was a beautiful day, a little overcast, but nothing to worry about.
Then the skies opened up.
From zero to sixty in two seconds, and they all scrambled and ran inside. But I stayed.
I remember tipping my head up to the sky, and letting the rain pour down on me, soaking every bit of my clothes, my hair, my skin. I just wanted to enjoy the storm, the beautiful moment.
“I’ll never fucking forgive myself for leaving. I should’ve worn your clothes. Maybe if I hadn’t left, those panties would be mine,” Markus says, his voice laced with jealousy.
“No, man. They’re mine. I still have them.”
My head turns quickly to look at him in shock, but when I do, Adam’s eyes are locked onto me and shaking his head.
“No, no, baby, turn back around.” He twirls his finger again to tell me to face away.
“But–,” I say, but am quickly cut off.
“Just listen,” Markus says in a low, dark way. “Listen to us, Songbird.” At those words, my mouth closes shut, and I hesitantly turn around, pressing my hands against the thick glass.
Just waiting.
On edge.
“You still have them?” Markus asks Adam quickly once the pod moves us into the air again. We’re almost at the top.
“Fuck yes. At first, I just… inhaled . Breathing in that perfect fucking smell of Melody,” he groans loudly as if he’s remembering it. “But then, I used them… over and over. Pretending the fabric was pressed tight against her cunt while I fucked my hand with them.”
“Oh god.” I press my forehead against the glass, my attention and care of the breathtaking view in front of me being pulled from as the image of the filthy fucking his words are paint fill my mind.
“God,” Markus sighs, and I hear him move. “I’m getting hard just from thinking about it.”
“Seventeen-year-old Adam used them daily, man. Those panties? They are mine ,” Adam growls. “You had that pair that you stole out of her sleepover bag that one time.”
“Yeah, but those were clean.”
“Ah, can’t argue there.” I can hear the winning smirk in his voice.
“I jerked off into those panties so many fucking times,” Markus growls.. “It’s like a subconscious response now, I see or hear about Melody’s panties and I get hard.”
“Same,” Adam adds, and I dare to look over my shoulder. They’re both holding something in their hands, but not looking at me yet. “You think our girl would let us cum in her panties now?”
“I don’t know. I’m sure she’s jetlagged,” Markus says in such a fake condescending voice I want to turn and wipe what I’m sure is a smug smirk off his face.
“Yeah, I bet,” Adam agrees and they’re silent. But only for a moment before I hear someone rise and walk toward me. My chest rises and falls quickly as my heart beats faster.
They’ve got something planned. They want something, and I already know I’m going to do whatever it is.
I’m still wet from being verbally edged earlier and this…
this isn’t helping. It’s making it worse.
They want drenched panties to keep? I don’t think I’ll have a dry fucking pair at the end of this.
I can smell Adam’s clean laundry and spice scent as he crowds the space behind me, just enough that I can feel his hard-on pressing into my lower back. I bite my lip, and let my head fall back against his shoulder.
“What do you say, baby? Do you feel up to coming for us, and then letting us come for you?” Adam’s voice curls around me like a second skin, and my breathing slows. His heavy, rough hand wraps around my waist coming to rest on my belly. His hands are so big they practically span my entire stomach.
But then he moves his hand lower. Slowly trailing over my clothes before his fingers slip underneath the waistband of my pants.
I gasp softly.
“Someone…” My brain isn’t working. The moment his hand touched me, it was like I couldn’t think straight.
“No one’s going to see us. We’re way too high up,” Markus whispers into my other ear and now I’m perfectly in the middle of them both. “We want you to come on our fingers, so we can get your cum on the panties you left behind for us years ago, and have haunted us since.”
“And then,” Adam whispers in my other ear, “then we want to come in you.”
“We can’t have sex up here,” I say breathlessly. I don’t know why I’m fighting them. I’ll gladly have sex up here. I want to have sex up here. I need to have sex up here.
“We don’t have to have sex. We just want our cum in you. Either dripping from your pussy while we take your pants off just enough to expose your pussy while we free just our cocks and fuck you against the glass. Or…” Adam lets the words trail off as Markus picks up the end of the sentence.
“Or you get on your knees and swallow us down. Either way, our cum will be inside of you.”
I can’t help it. I moan softly, and nod against Adam’s shoulder.
“Do you want that, Echo?” Adam whispers.
Do I want that? Fuck, I feel like I won’t be able to breathe if I don’t have that.
“Yes, please,” I whisper breathlessly. Adam’s hand moves lower, slipping under my underwear and sliding against my clit easily with how wet I am.
“You’re soaked,” Adam says huskily, his dark voice right in my ear as I breathe harder. “I’ve barely touched you, and it’s like you’re ready to take two fingers.”
“Did you like hearing how we’ve been so fucking gone for you since high school, Melody?
How we each tried to find things of yours to keep for ourselves because we thought we’d never actually get you, so we settled for pieces?
Whatever we could get? Did you like hearing how much we wanted you, even then?
” Markus whispers in my other ear, and I don’t… I don’t know what to do.
Adam’s soft breathing in one ear, Markus' dirty words in the other, Adam’s fingers rub circles around my clit, all the while, I’m pressed against the glass, fighting for my life to stay in control.
“Yes,” I sigh.
“I want to feel you come on my fingers,” Adam groans, like he's trying to be quiet, even though we’re alone, and slides his finger into my heat.
“I want to feel it, too.” Markus quickly slides his hand under my waistband, into my underwear, and he too slips his finger inside me.
“Oh my god,” I cry out as they work in tandem, bringing me to my peak. My eyes close, and I do my very best to keep myself standing upright. My knees start to feel weak and shaky, and they must feel it because Adam’s arm wraps around me as Markus does the same. “Don’t stop,” I whine softly.
The whole structure shifts again, and we’re moving higher.
“Eyes open, Echo. We want to make sure you see everything ,” Adam growls in my ear.
“Guys.” My head presses back into their shoulders as one of their fingers curl against my front wall while the other… twists in just enough to make me chase it. God, fuck, how? How is this…
I can’t even finish that thought.
“Come on, baby,” Markus whispers in my ear, a slight growl to his voice too, and I clench down on their fingers. “Come for us, we know you want to.”
“We’ll catch you, I promise.” Adam leans down and presses a deep kiss against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin.
“What do you need, Songbird?” Markus asks, repositioning himself so his finger goes deeper and he adds another one effectively taking my breath away.
Turns out, I don’t need anything. Not a goddamn thing, because the moment he pushes deeper, I start to come.
The familiar warmth spreading throughout my pussy and lower belly as my hands fly out to hold onto their arms. Adam’s hand holds my face forward, making sure I’m staring out the window as I explode.
“That’s it. That’s it, fuck,” Adam starts grunting, rubbing my g-spot quicker as I can feel my orgasm crescendo.
Don’t squirt, fuck me, please don’t squirt right now , I try to control it, but I know that if I’m going to, I’m going to.
“Oh my god,” Markus groans and as my walls start to flutter softer, he pulls his fingers from me and immediately brings them to his mouth.
Adam does the same, and they’re both sucking on their fingers, groaning in my ears, while holding onto me.
When I finally come back to my body, we’re rotating on the wheel again, and they both pull me toward the middle again, looking all around to double check that no one can see us.
“Come here,” Adam pulls me in closer with one hand, and pulls his cock out with the other. He goes to kiss me, but I slip to my knees before his lips touch mine.
“Come in my mouth, let me taste you,” I say to him, my eyes lock on his before looking to Markus, “both of you.”
The way they both jump at the chance; pulling their cocks out just enough for me to be able to get my mouth on them, is so fucking sexy.
They stand face-to-face, with me on my knees in between them.
Their hard dicks, pulsing with need right by my face, and my mouth starts to water. I lick my palm quickly.
“You better be fast, otherwise someone’s going to see us,” I warn them both before diving, mouth first, onto Adam’s dick, and using my spit-slicked hand to jerk Markus off.
They both shudder as each of them thread a hand into my dark hair.
Not forcing me, one way or the other, but just providing me support, and showing me how much they like it.
“Keep sucking my dick like this and it’ll only be a minute ,” Adam grunts, thrusting into my mouth just enough to make me gag, and they both moan at the sound.