Grace #2
“Don’t make me have Dante distract you, treasure.” He says, not looking away from my arm.
“I wanna watch. There’s nothing else to do.” I pout.
“Dante.” Julian looks at his friend then towards me. “Time for distractions.” His eyes sparkle with mischief.
“I’ve been looking forward to this.” Dante smirks.
Julian pulls a clip on the bed, lowering the part of the bed where my legs are.
Dante kneels down in front of me, “don’t move your arm, kitten.
” He lifts my leg until my ankle lays on his shoulder and starts kissing up my calf. I moan quietly. He works his way up.
Is he gonna?
Yup . I squeak as his tongue comes out and flicks against my clit. Fuck. It’s not even been an hour since we left the bedroom .
“Dante,” I moan. I don’t think I can go again, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to enjoy the feeling of him desiring me. I close my eyes and lay my head back. His fingers find my entrance and he slowly presses them into me. “Fuck.” I whimper. Staying as still as I can.
“Nice and slow, brother. Try not to move her too much.” Julian instructs. “But make her moan. I fucking love hearing those sounds.” I whimper.
Why do these men have such an affect on me? Not just with their mix of rough and delicate touches, but with their words, their actions.
Dante moves his fingers at a leisurely place, kissing the top of my thighs, hips, and lower stomach.
I don’t know how much time passes, all I know is I never want this feeling to end.
My body feels like it’s on fire with how hot I am.
The vibrations of the tattoo gun, the slow build of pleasure from Dante's unhurried thrusts, the tingles on my skin from where their lips caress me. It’s such an overwhelming feeling.
Every time I got close to cumming, Dante purposely slowed down, or stopped touching me completely for a few seconds until I calmed down then he started again.
Don't cry.
Don’t cry.
Don’t cry.
“Almost finished, treasure.” Julian's voice sounds husky. Yet his words don’t just hit me, they hit Dante too.
His thrusts speed up, eliciting louder moans from me, his tongue goes back to licking and flicking my clit.
I won’t let him move away this time and grab his hair with my free hand to keep him there.
Julian holds my chin and presses his lips to mine. “Needy aren’t you. Do you need to cum, treasure?”
“Fuck, yes.” I whisper.
“Hmm, scream his name, baby. Just like you screamed mine.”
Dante twists his fingers and hits that sweet spot inside.
He remembers after all this time.
“Dante!” I cry out. Julian burrows his face into my neck and bites. It’s painful, but in a fucking good way. I feel my pussy tighten around Dante’s fingers. “Fuck, don’t stop.” He adds another finger, stretching me out and I’m gone, screaming out my pleasure.
“ Mission Distract Grace completed .” Dante pulls away from me, I look down at him with half lidded eyes, the smug bastard is smiling. As I’m coming down from yet another high, Julian finishes his art. I close my eyes and relax, almost falling asleep in my blissful state, when I realise something.
I don't just want them. I need them. I need my men, need them to hold me, to comfort me, to LOVE me. Because I know that if I lose even one of them. My life will be over.
I hear him put the tattoo gun back on the table and poke out my bottom lip in a pot. I didn’t want it to end. “So what have you marked me with for the rest of my life?” I force myself to open my eyes.
“I’ve done a phoenix.” He replies with a smile.
“A phoenix . Why?”
“Because, little treasure, you have been through hell and back. You have been burned multiple times in your life, and every time you’ve come back through the ashes, you’re stronger, braver, and you look damn right beautiful when you do.
Just like a phoenix.” I look down at the design, it’s small, only about five inches from head to tail and three inches wide, “I wanted to start small. If you want something bigger one day I can do that for you, but for your first I wanted to do something delicate, yet fiery. Just like you.” He tenderly kisses my shoulder.
“I need you to survive for me, treasure.” He whispers, stroking along the scar on my arm, “because without you, I wouldn’t be here to tell my story, to tell our story . ”
Our story.
Ours.
“I need you, baby. I don’t think I could do any of this without you.”
“Do what?”
“Breathe.” His eyes meet mine. “Sounds cheesy right. But I mean it. You, Grace, are the only reason why I’m lying to this day.
When I was run off the road that night. I didn’t want to get out of the car, I was going to let the flames burn my skin.
I was inhaling the smoke hoping it would stop my lungs from working.
And then I saw you. Your tiny little self pulling me from the car, telling me to live.
” His hand goes from my arm to stroke up the scars on my neck.
“You saved me in more ways than one that night, treasure.”
“I’m glad I did.” I admit.
“Same.” His fingers trace over the tender lines of the new tattoo. Tenderly wiping away the droplets of blood.
He’s being so sweet, and with everything else that has happened tonight. I finally let the tears fall free.
“Baby, if you don’t like it I can cover it with something else.” He holds my face and wipes my tears away with his thumbs. Does he really think I’m crying because of the tattoo? What a lovable idiot.
And although I love this side of Mr Stalker, I need to see what he is holding back from me. I’ve seen the way he gets turned on by the blood in the torture room. I’ve felt the uncontrollable sha king when he used to hold me back at my apartment.
I need to see what they call his ‘darker side’.
“No, no I love it.” I shake my head. “These are happy tears, Julian.”
“Thank fuck for that.” He exhales, leaning his forehead against mine. “Now, I’m going to take you to bed, and then we can eat.” He kisses the corner of my smiling lips and leans back to grab some more things from the table.
“You’re both going to fuck me to death aren’t you.” He puts some ointment and some plastic wrap over my new tattoo. Laughing he picks me up and walks back into his bedroom. The bed is still unruly from our earlier trysts.
“No, treasure. We’d never do that.” He smirks. “We’ll always keep you watered and fed between sex sessions. Maybe some sleep too.”
“I best get some sleep. Especially after dealing with you two. You’re exhausting .”
He laughs again, setting me down on the bed. He unbuckles his belt and within seconds his clothes are ripped off and thrown on the floor beside Dantes.
“Julian.” I purr. Finally seeing him in all his naked glory for the first time, and holy shit. He’s pierced. A silver barbell glistens at the head of his cock. Another at the base by his pubic hair. “Lie on the bed and wait. I need to grab something.
“Yes ma’am.” He beams excitedly, jumping on the bed backwards almost hitting his head off the headboard.
“Just try not knocking yourself out.” I roll my eyes.
“No promises.” He chuckles, folding his arms behind his head, stretching out his gorgeous biceps.
I make my way to the locked room, walking past Dante stirring something delicious smelling on the hob. “What trouble are you causing now, gattina? ” He questions as I slide the door across.
“Nothing.” I give him my best innocent smile.
“I don’t believe you, but you do you.” He shrugs with a quiet laugh. I grab what I need and slide the door back across.
“Smells amazing.” I hum, standing behind him to look in the pot, hiding my chosen weapon from him, I take a spoon from the drawer and do a quick taste test. The tomatoey deliciousness makes my taste buds dance.
“Tastes amazing too.” I smile, give him a quick kiss and step back. “We shouldn’t be too long.” I wink.
Julian is still in the same place I left him, his dick twitching as soon as I enter the room and close the door. “I’ve missed you, treasure.”
“I was gone for less than a minute.”
“A minute too long.” He starts to slowly stroke himself. My eyes focus on the action. I’m tempted to stay where I am and watch him get himself off but the compulsive need to feel him inside me takes over.
“I need you to trust me, Julian.” I saunter toward the bed, taking the small knife from the robes pocket as I go. His eyes drop down to the blade for a split second before his face lights up with… fuck I love this look. The look he gets before a kill, the look of hunger, of complete mania.
And now he’s looking at me like I’m his most prized possession, like I’m about to be ravaged in the most luscious way.
I stand at the foot of the bed, lifting my knees slowly onto the mattress before crawling over him until I reach his thighs. I hold the handle of the knife between my teeth, pick up the condom already waiting on the bed beside him and roll it down his length.
“Graaaaace . ” He growls. His cock pulses between my hands. “Shit, treasure that feels unbelievable.”
I slowly climb on him, take hold of his dick and slide myself down his shaft.
Oh. My. God. I have to pause to catch my breath, my pussy clenches around him.
The piercing tickles my inner walls, its such a different, yet fucking amazing sensation.
I take the knife back into my hand and hold it against his bare chest, scraping the blunt side through his patch of chest hair before taking a major risk and holding the sharper side of the weapon against his throat, resulting in a loud guttural moan.