Chapter 19 #2
Heath’s got a Satan like twinkle in his eye as he sips on his drink, glaring at my boyfriend.
“Stop punishing you? I’ve only just started, Joshy baby. I’ve been building up to this for fucking months.”
“Fine, whatever. Do your worst,” Josh says, and fair play, he’s got some balls and he wants to use them. He’s challenging Heath for a reason. Goading him into an onslaught.
All I know is it’s going to get seriously fucking brutal.
I’m nervous as well as excited at what lies ahead. A spectator at a gladiator arena as two titans smash it out.
“Stay on all fours like a good little puppy dog.” Heath tips his head. “And spread that ass for me. I want to see the target. Come on, quick fucking sharp.”
Josh shuffles around, dropping himself onto his chest so he can spread his butt cheeks, like a good puppy dog.
“Wink for me,” Heath says, and Josh clenches. “Wink then push.”
I know Josh douched himself clean earlier, but it still looks dirty as he heeds our client’s commands. He’s so exposed he looks vulnerable, and he doesn’t hold back, winking and straining his asshole in a rhythm as Heath watches.
“How many dicks have you taken since you’ve been ignoring me?” Heath asks, and Josh looks back at him over his shoulder. He gives him a cheeky smile.
“A lot. I have been working after all.”
“A lot? Really?”
“Oh, yeah, Heathy baby. I’ve been keeping busy.”
Heath stands tall, shoulders rigid. His teeth are gritted, eyebrows pitted.
Wow, It’s the first sign of jealousy I’ve ever seen from him.
If looks could kill, Josh would be a dead man as Heath downs the rest of his drink.
Once again I’m a ghost. But this time it’s welcome. The show I’m watching is a masterpiece.
“You know what, though?” Josh continues, still straining and winking. “Every single fucking time I took a cock in my ass, I was thinking about yours.”
“Don’t take the piss out of me.”
“I’ve just taken the piss out of you, literally. I’ve taken all of it. And I’ll take whatever else you’ve got to give me, because it’s true. Every single gig, I was thinking about you.”
Heath shifts at that. Something seems to penetrate his armour.
“How hard did they fuck you?”
“Some of them meh, some of them like fucking beasts. Mountain men who wanted a sissy boy. They aren’t my favourites, but I take it.”
My nerves go wild at his words, a whirlwind in my stomach at this crazy dynamic.
“Did they stretch you?”
“Some of them did, yeah. Real fucking bad.”
I knew it. Josh is horny. Playing. Desperate.
His straining ass is crying out for a pounding, because I’ve no doubt whatsoever he’s telling the truth. He’s been thinking about Heath. Day, night, at work, at home. I just didn’t know how much, didn’t appreciate the strength of the adoration between them.
The pain.
“You’ve been thinking about taking my dick? All this time? Hand on heart?” Heath moves closer.
“Cross my heart and hope to die. Your fist, too. Whatever fucking filth you want to put up there, I want it all.”
Heath runs his palm across Josh’s butt cheek.
“I know, baby, I know. I believe you. You always tell the truth, even when it pisses me off.”
“Do it, then,” Josh says, meeting Heath’s eyes. “Come on, Heath. Let rip. Give me what I need.”
Heath laughs like the Count when the Count is being an evil bastard onscreen. The sound gives me shivers and I thrum my clit some more.
“No!” Heath says and slaps Josh’s ass hard.
I’m open mouthed again, in shock again as Heath walks away. So is Josh, staring after him.
“What?”
Heath pours another glass of fizz.
“You want it as bad as I do, and I’ve had to abstain for months. So fuck you, asshole, I’m not going to be fucking your asshole. Not tonight.”
I could almost laugh at the irony. The hilarity of the frustration in Josh’s eyes.
“Come on, Heath, don’t be a fucking tit.”
Heath leans back against the dresser, and raises his glass in cheers.
“I’ll be whatever I want to be. I’m the treasured client, remember?”
Whoa. Heath is really sticking to this. He’s serious. I don’t say a word, waiting for this to play itself out. Josh looks so disappointed, he mutters a fuck under his breath, but it only makes Heath smile viciously.
The expression on Heath’s face changes in an instant when he switches his gaze to me, though. The smile he gives me is the very opposite, full of excitement and warmth.
“Now, as for you, sweet curva. You deserve the very best this evening.”
He approaches slowly, his shoulders back with his stunning dark hair hanging long over his collar bones. Oh my God. My idol. My Count.
My Heath.
He offers me his hand and I take it, getting to my feet from the armchair.
“Get naked for me,” he says and I duly oblige, peeling my dress off over my head, bra and panties dropped to the floor.
“Fucking beautiful.” Heath pulls me into his arms, my tits pressing into his abs, his hands in my hair, his cock growing hard again as it grinds against my stomach. Then our lips meet in a languorous kiss that has my pussy leaking.
Josh stays put on the bed, ass in the air, eyes alight with a fire of his own as he does our client's bidding and stays away from us.
My eyes close to the gentle kisses and it’s only natural that my arms wrap around his neck and he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist, his cock sliding beneath my wet pussy.
“I’ve missed you so much, Ella,” he says and walks us to the bed, laying me down gently next to Josh, and I sigh with pure delight as he climbs on top, kissing me with a softness that has me taking hold of his hair, urging for more.
Heath’s mouth is a wonder. I focus on the sensation of his powerful tongue as it dances with mine. I wrap my legs around his waist, adoring the familiar shape of his hips above his solid ass. Some fans would give everything they own for even a taster of this experience. I’m blessed.
Josh doesn’t protest as Heath gives me all the love.
He’s watching us, just as I was watching them, but the energy from Heath is the polar opposite of how it was when he was plugging Josh’s throat like a filthy ragdoll.
Almost sacred in its purity. The love I feel from Heath comes deep from his very soul, and mine is so eager to meet his that my hands roam up and down his back, stroking his flawless skin as I invite him in.
I want him in my pussy. I want his barbells pushing their way inside my horny cunt one by one.
He makes me wait for it, moving his lips from my mouth down my throat, grazing and kissing until they reach my chest. He worships my tits, moaning as he kisses my flesh, tasting. As he sucks my nipples. As he moves aside to squeeze them, to stroke them. To adore them.
His hand runs down my stomach to find my pussy waiting for him. He teases and coaxes, splaying my pussy lips until his thumb lands on the treasured spot. Fuck, how it thrums like magic.
I may have been through a nightmare for months, but this is a wet dream on the other side. All my fears of losing Heath are gone. Dead. Buried.
I can tell from the way he’s adoring me that the risk is all gone, and I sigh with relief, smiling up at the ceiling as he positions his shoulders between my legs and hitches me. I’ve missed the way he laps my slit so much it hurts, the way he pushes his tongue in to tease my clit with every sweep.
I look over at my boyfriend, and Josh’s eyes are scorching. He licks his lips, his stare like fire.
“Let me help,” Josh says to Heath. “I denied you the pleasure of helping Ella through the shit storm, and I’m sorry for it. Please don’t deny me the pleasure of giving her what she needs now, along with you.”
Heath doesn’t answer him, still focused on my pussy as I squeeze my thighs around his shoulders.
“Come on, Heath,” Josh says. “Let me help.”
Heath leaves him hanging, working me towards climax while he ghosts the other man in the room. He doesn’t so much as look his way, just slides his hands under my ass as I brace myself, holding me closer to his mouth. So much extra pressure on my clit at just the right time.
I start to unravel, my mind blanking out as the tremors of bliss flow through me. My breaths are frantic as I moan and arch for him.
“Thank you,” I whisper. “That’s so good.”
“Yes,” Heath whispers back. “It’s more than good, sweet curva, it’s fucking amazing.”
“Amazing. You’re crazy amazing, Heath. Please don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop.”
“Never,” Heath says and his fingers slide into me at the same time as his hot mouth clamps around my clit and sucks so hard I could fucking scream as he pulls the orgasm from me.
I groan like the whore I truly am, stroking his hair, squirming as my body jerks with the climax. I writhe under him, lost to everything but the way his mouth feels. His presence as he commands my pleasure and plays with my pussy like it was meant to be. Because it was. Heath belongs here. With us.
With me.
Now.
I’m still coming down when Heath gets to his knees and clicks his fingers at Josh, still treating him like a puppy dog, there to serve.
“Clean my dick. Suck me clean.”
“Gladly,” Josh replies, and they shift towards each other, Josh on his front, propped up on his elbows with his mouth wide and waiting. Eager. Still, Heath shows no tenderness. He grabs a fistful of Josh’s wet hair, using his throat for a different purpose this time.
“Clean that piss off me,” Heath says. “Thoroughly.”
Josh is an expert at cock sucking. He doesn’t need telling twice. His head bobs, and he sucks Heath’s straining veined cock like it’s a lollipop, his lips smacking whenever he reaches the head. His tongue digs around every barbell, cleaning. Loving.
And I watch, in awe.
Josh is so talented, it’s insane. He could make Heath blow another load with just a few tweaks of his movements, but he doesn’t do that. He keeps him rising, keeps his balls filling.