Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
When my lips hand on Heath’s, they convey more than words ever could. When I kiss him this time around, it’s with a tenderness that’s full of thanks. He wanted to be there for me. He didn’t cut and run when he could have so easily said goodbye. That means so much, it’s unreal.
I slide my hand down his chest as Josh maintains his control over our beautiful client.
It’s me who finishes unbuckling Heath’s belt and frees his cock from his trousers.
Fuck, I’m fixated at the sight of him. I’ve missed him and his barbelled shaft as horrendously as the rest of him.
I can only dream of what he’s going to do with it this evening.
His balls are already so swollen, he’s set to burst, his shaft veiny and purple headed. But I’m careful. I’m really, really careful. I don’t want him to come yet. Our time is only just beginning.
We share fresh kisses, all of us in slick, wet harmony. It’s been far too long since I’ve tasted my idol’s mouth, and far too long since I’ve tasted my boyfriend’s mouth as he shares it.
“How about you make Ella feel better now?” Josh whispers in Heath’s ear. “She’s the one who suffered the worst, and you’re the one who didn’t get to comfort her.”
“Oh, I will make her feel better,” Heath says. “I’ll make her feel like the princess she truly is. But there’s someone else I want to make feel a whole lot worse before I do that.”
My eyes widen as Heath shoves Josh away with both hands, the fire of fury back with a vengeance.
“Get naked,” he tells Josh.
Josh is only wearing his t-shirt and socks by this point, but he does as he’s told, throws his t-shirt to the floor and rips his socks off before standing naked, his cock proud and throbbing.
Heath’s suit jacket is on the bed, his shirt is hanging open. My God he looks so striking, so in control next to my naked boyfriend, two beautiful barbelled cocks, thick and veined and rearing up like two cobras waiting to strike.
“No wrestling this time,” Heath tells him, and clicks his fingers before pointing at the bed. “On your back, mouth open wide. I don’t want any more words of wisdom from your pretty boy mouth. I’ve had enough of it.”
Holy fuck, Heath’s energy gives me flutters. Heath kisses my shoulder tenderly before he leaves the mattress, taking his steeled cock in his hand as he stands to the side of the bed.
“Here,” he snaps at Josh. “Now.”
Josh’s eyes are locked on his, alight with a fire of his own as he does our client’s bidding. He’s on his back as he shunts himself backwards across the covers.
Heath shows no mercy whatsoever as he grabs Josh him under the armpits and hauls him closer.
“Fuck you, hitting that decline button.”
“I’m not going to keep apologising, Heath. I did it for you.”
“I don’t give a fuck why, Josh. You still fucking did it.”
I don’t think any amount of rationale is going to take the wrath from Heath’s demeanour. Josh’s head lolls back over the edge of the bed once Heath has finished hauling him, making him look submissive as all hell as Heath works his cock above him.
“I’ve been planning this in intricate detail,” Heath says. “I wanted to throttle you. Hard. And now it’s time.”
My heart is racing and my pussy is desperate. I get up on my knees and start taking off my dress.
“Not yet, Ella.” Heath points to the nearby armchair. “Take a seat and watch the show.”
Yes, sir.
I swing off the bed and clamber into the huge armchair, sitting cross-legged and rapt as Heath takes his time removing the rest of his clothes, tossing them aside. I can’t help sliding my hand under the hem of my dress and stroking at my pussy at the sight of my two naked gods.
Heath takes a handful of Josh’s freshy dyed hair and yanks his head even further back.
“No more words,” Heath tells him. “No protests. Just take what you’re fucking given.”
“You know I will,” Josh says.
Heath slaps his cheek. “I said no more fucking words. Now open that pretty mouth wide for me.”
I’m buzzing at the thought of what’s about to go down here, thighs slippery. I’ve never known the dynamic like this between them before.
Josh opens wide and with one hand gripping his cock, Heath pushes slowly into Josh’s mouth.
“Take it all, bitch,” Heath says, and eases his cock further and further and fucking hell it’s amazing, seeing Josh’s throat bulge with the thickness.
“All… the… fucking… way…”
Our idol pushes all the way in until his balls are tea-bagging Josh’s eyes and my fingers slide easily into my wetness.
“Ahhhh,” Heath says, nudging his dick back and forth. “I’ve missed this so fucking much.”
It makes me flinch to see Josh’s throat bulging so bad, his spit dribbling down his cheeks.
Heath glances at me, his icy blue eyes alive. He smirks when he sees my hand up my dress.
“Looks like our horny curva missed this too,” he says and pulls his cock back just enough to allow Josh to take a gulping breath.
“Ready for the show?” Heath asks me and I nod, almost breathless myself as my fingers find my clit.
“Me too,” Heath says. “Lights, camera… action!”
And with that he pushes his cock deep and fucks my boyfriend’s throat.
Heath’s hips piston like he’s out to drive his cock into Josh’s very soul, cutting off his air supply until my boyfriend has to grip the sheets to stay composed, cheeks reddening.
“I was at your fucking mercy,” Heath tells him. “Now you’ll be at mine.”
Josh’s abs are tense and ripped, his knuckles white as he fights the need to protest. Heath uses my boyfriend’s mouth like a plughole, jamming into his throat so hard it’s verging on torture. But it’s beautiful. The passion in the power is stunning beyond measure, and my clit sparks like crazy.
This is why we are hardcorers, me and Josh, because we love it.
This is why Heath is a client, because he’s a filthy bastard, like we are.
I play with myself as I watch them, teasing my clit with my thumb. My eyes are fixated on my boyfriend’s mess of a face as he gives himself up to the full extreme of the onslaught.
Josh will never baulk when it comes to taking what he’s given. He’ll never fight back against a challenge. Heath would have to throat fuck him unconscious before Josh would break.
“It fucking hurt me so fucking bad,” Heath says. “My best interests or not, it fucking hurt.”
I can see from the rage in his thrusts that he’s venting. He’s channelling the pain through his lust.
My empathy blooms. Rejection is savage. Goodwill or not, it doesn’t matter. Josh rejected him. He pushed Heath away with the click of a button.
Heath swears like a bastard when he finally unloads, his hand gripping Josh’s hair as he slams balls deep and holds in position. Josh splutters, gagging as he tries to swallow.
Even through the humiliation and the brutality, my boyfriend is still desperate for more. He needed this as much as Heath. He needed a throatful of cum in beautiful retaliation.
I’m ready for our fuming client to pull out one barbell at a time, keen to see the glistening metal of his piercings covered in cream and spit, but Heath doesn’t budge, just stays balls deep as he catches his breath.
Josh’s eyes are watering, his throat heaving as he struggles to breathe, but still he doesn’t protest.
The tension is prickling. The way Heath stares down at Josh’s willing throat gives me goosebumps on top of goosebumps.
“Fuck you, Josh,” Heath says. “Fuck you!”
I don’t know what’s going on at first when Heath leans backwards, his cock still buried deep in Josh’s throat. It’s only when I see the piss spurting from Josh’s lips, bubbling in his nose as it streams down his upturned face that I realise what’s happening.
Jesus Christ!
Heath is pissing in Josh’s plugged up mouth at full force. It’s a spectacular filthy mess that has me open mouthed.
Piss sprays onto the floor like a blocked hosepipe as Josh tries his hardest to swallow, but it’s a task nobody could manage. Heath soaks my boyfriend’s face as he pisses at full force, his balls pressing against Josh’s nose to choke him even harder.
It’s savage. Absolutely fucking savage.
It’s not so much a stream as a river. Josh’s freshly dyed hair is soaked through in seconds.
He’s a gurgling, retching mess as he gulps over and over, trying to contain it, until he breaks.
He finally lets go of control. He lets go of his white knuckled grip on the covers, and gives himself over.
He opens his eyes to stare up a Heath with a loving stare, even though it must sting like fuck.
He tips his head back as far as he can to accept the torrent.
Oh my God, my boyfriend is such a state when Heath stops pissing and pulls out. Josh raises himself straight onto all fours and heaves, his eyes red from the spray he’s been soaked with. Piss drips onto the bed under his chin, his hair a soaked mess, flat to his forehead.
Heath leans back against the wall, catching his own breath as he watches Josh attempt to recover.
“If you bring any of it back up, I’ll glug back the whole bottle of Prosecco and do it again.”
“Don’t worry,” Josh manages to splutter. “Glug all the Prosecco you want. I’ll take it.”
“You’d best stop with the challenges, pretty boy.”
“Never, you wouldn’t want me to, pretty boy.”
Heath goes back to the dresser for a fresh glass and pours himself another Prosecco.
“Good job you’re a certified hardcorer, you cheeky cunt,” Heath says. “Otherwise you’d be safe wording the fuck out of here.”
Josh’s eyes are fierce on Heath. He’s still on all fours, doing our client’s bidding, but the thrum of the tension is like a livewire.
“I’m never going to be safe wording the fuck out of anywhere, Heathy baby. We’re back. Both of us.”
“Sure. Until another drama comes along. Then I’ll have to hang around in fucking limbo before you grace me with the accept button. I heard you loud and clear, bitch.”
“Clearly not.” Josh wipes his mouth. “Stop punishing me for giving a shit about you. You know I made the right move, even though it hurts.”