Chapter 27 Jules
JULES
“Yes,” I whisper, rocking on Elias’s dick. “I want that.”
Knowing the brothers were watching over security feeds was one thing, but having one of them here, visibly getting off as we fuck? It turns me on more than I thought possible.
Elias chuckles. “That’s good. Practice for when we put on a show in the Big Top.”
“W—what?” I ask him, my eyes going to his pale ones. “A show in the Big Top?”
“Yeah,” he grunts, bouncing me on his dick and making me see stars. “I want to fuck you in front of the whole crew. Maybe even organize an adults-only event for the crowds.”
I can’t deny the shot of lust at his words. My pussy clenches around his cock.
“Want that, Jewel?” Elias asks insistently as Rowe steps closer, drawing my attention.
“I… I think so?”
I don’t know where to look. Elias’s cock throbs inside me, but at our side, Rowe’s palming his dick through the gray sweatpants that don’t hide anything.
“If you want him to take it out, baby, you just have to tell him,” Elias purrs, seemingly unfazed that I’m eyeballing another man’s dick.
When in Rome. Or is it when in the circus?
“Take your dick out, Rowe,” I say, my bossy tone rivaling my Master’s. “I want to see you stroke it while I ride your brother.”
Rowe’s eyes flash with a fire that reminds me of his twin, while Elias throws his head back laughing.
“That’s my girl. Command your audience while you sit on your throne.”
He punctuates the last words with a savage upstroke that makes my tits bounce.
Rowe reaches into his sweatpants with a low whimper, then pulls out a gorgeous, tattooed dick.
“How did you…?” I trail off, wondering who made the intricate gothic design climbing up his shaft.
“He did it himself,” Elias whispers.
I moan at the visual. The gorgeous, broken-looking man bent over his cock, tattoo gun in hand. It must’ve hurt like the dickens too.
Elias brings me out of my pun-filled fantasy by twisting my nipples over my shirt.
“Ouch!”
“You have two men here, hard and throbbing, and your head is elsewhere,” Elias admonishes.
“I was just picturing Rowe tattooing his dick,” I mutter.
“Maybe next time you can watch?” the man in question offers.
His voice is shy, so at odds with his actions—there’s nothing timid about the way he’s jerking off in front of us, his callused hands fisting the impressive girth.
Dozens of scars pepper his forearms, glinting in the morning sun, but it’s not the time and place to wonder about them.
“May I, Master?” I ask Elias, meeting his piercing gaze. He pulls me in for a brutal kiss, his teeth nipping my bottom lip.
“As long as you remember who owns you, Little Sapphire,” he growls.
“Always,” I breathe against his lips.
Rowe moans at our side. “You two are so fucking hot.”
Elias chuckles, leaning back against the backrest again. “I think it’s time this little jewel comes for us, don’t you, brother?”
“Hell yeah,” Rowe agrees with a grunt, his fist flying over his cock, the wet sounds as obscene as they are arousing.
Elias grabs the hem of my shirt and lifts it, pulling it off with one smooth motion. There’s nothing covering me anymore; my body completely exposed to their hungry gazes.
“Beautiful,” Rowe breathes, his hand slowing down as if he’s mesmerized by me. It’s intoxicating.
“Yes, she is,” Elias murmurs. “And you’re all mine, aren’t you, Jules?”
“Yes, Master,” I moan, my hands moving to my breasts and squeezing them.
In the distance, someone whistles, but I’m too far gone to care, teetering on the edge of orgasm. I don’t know where to look—one cock is buried inside me, and the other is close enough to touch, but forbidden.
“That’s it, baby,” Elias says through clenched teeth. “I can feel your muscles tightening. You’re going to come for us, aren’t you?”
I nod frantically, my muscles twitching as I ride him, my eyes darting between Elias’s smirk and Rowe fisting his cock.
Elias’s thumb presses against my clit, and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Oh, fuck!” I scream as my whole body goes taut, pleasure exploding from my core and traveling to the tips of my fingers and toes.
“Ah, fuck man, she’s a squirter? Lucky bastard.”
Elias laughs wryly. “My favorite reason for needing a change of clothes.”
Some distant part of me feels embarrassed that they’re discussing me like I’m a piece of sex furniture. But I also can’t deny that their praise is driving me wild. I just came, my body still twitching with aftershocks, yet I feel like I’m halfway to another orgasm already.
Elias’s mouth on my nipple brings me back to the present. He nibbles on my peaks, alternating breasts, his hands gripping my hips so hard, I know I’m going to feel the imprints of his fingers for days.
“It’s our turn, Little Sapphire,” he drawls when he’s had his fill. “Isn’t that right, brother?”
“Yeah,” Rowe breathes. Sweat beads on his forehead and rolls down his neck, his hand still working his shaft. “I thought I was done for when she gushed all over you.”
“But you want to come with me, don’t you, Rowe? Want to pretend you’re filling her up instead of me?”
My ringmaster, playing his brother the same way he plays the crowds when night falls. Anticipating what they need to believe in magic.
“You know I do,” the broken man says lowly, his gaze locked on where Elias is buried inside me.
“Give Rowe what he needs, Jewel,” Elias says as his fingers wrap around my throat. “Milk the cum out of me.”
I moan, the sound getting cut off as Elias squeezes. My eyes move to Rowe’s tatted cock again, the head swollen and purple.
“That’s it,” Elias hisses. “Look at him as he comes for you.”
Elias repositions himself under me, and suddenly his cock is hitting my G-spot every time I move against him. My mouth falls open, my eyes watering with the need for air.
“Please,” I whimper. I’m not sure what I’m even asking for. For air? For them to come? For my own orgasm to arrive?
“I’m close, El,” Rowe pants. “Gonna shoot.”
Black spots dance in my vision as Elias grunts, his hips thrusting up, his cock hitting that sweet spot almost painfully hard before he comes to a standstill and unloads inside me.
“Fuck, yes,” he snarls. “Filling my baby to the brim.”
“Ah… Ah, shit!” Rowe hisses, his fist squeezing his cock so hard it has to hurt. Pearlescent cum erupts from the tip, landing on the ground, my legs, Elias’s shirt, while he moans out his release.
The feeling of Elias’s cock kicking inside me, the sights and sounds—it’s too much. I start coming even as I feel myself about to pass out.
That’s when Elias releases my neck. Air rushes down my throat, fresh, cool, life-giving. My orgasm transcends a physical release, my body and mind floating in indescribable bliss for long minutes.
Vaguely, I’m aware of the men talking, of my limbs twitching with powerful aftershocks. But I refuse to leave this place Elias took me to. Not yet, at least.