Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The energy in the room is a stark contrast when the walls come tumbling down between us. The way the two guys look at each other, soaking in each other’s beauty, is enough to take my breath. The adoration between them is palpable, and I’m right back in Cannes, admiring their devotion.
It feels like home, even in a hotel suite.
Heath brushes Josh’s cheek with his thumb, his smile nothing like the ruthless Count.
“No more puppy dog for you tonight, Josh,” he says. “Let’s put that little tantrum to bed now, shall we? Literally.”
“Dead and buried,” Josh says. “The last thing I want to be is a puppy dog right now, Heathy baby.”
Their kisses have a far deeper fervour as the energy boils. My boyfriend’s eyes are closed, savouring the sensation of our lover’s mouth as they go all in. I love being a bystander to this brilliance. I would never want to forfeit a life watching my boyfriend so besotted with another man.
He runs his fingers through Heath’s tumble of hair, scooping it back from his face as he nips his bottom lip.
“This feels so much better,” he whispers. “I’ve missed this so much.”
“We’ve all been starving for it,” Heath replies. “So, let me taste some more. I love the taste of your mouth, Josh. I love the taste of you.”
I retreat from the pair of them, silently and slowly with a smile on my face as I prepare to watch the genuine action unfold. Being a voyeur to their lust fills me with glee. My pussy is thrumming, needing to see them in full flow. That’s what I want. That’s what I need as much as they do.
They fall onto the bed together, hands roving as they get naked.
It’s Josh on top this time around, and Heath grabs his toned ass, hitching his own muscular legs up as they grind together carefully, cock to cock.
They need to be so careful with the barbells, but the risk makes it all the more intoxicating.
The danger of the barbells grating is always a white-knuckle ride.
Josh turns to face me when they are full into the motions, smirking with delight when he sees my hand between my legs, playing gently as I watch them.
“Get over here, sweet curva,” he says. “You’re a part of this as much as we are.”
“Just enjoying the show,” I laugh, but Josh beckons me closer.
“Enjoy the show from over here, please.”
I climb up beside them on the huge bed, feeling the heat as they continue the grind. I position myself on all fours, my clit tingling as I alternate kisses between them. Josh then Heath on loop, until the kisses blur together, all of us as one as their cocks keep grinding.
Heath gasps as the tension ramps, tipping his head back from the kiss as Josh’s rhythm overwhelms him. I know the look on his face, approaching orgasm. I’ve seen it enough times to read his desperation.
It’s far better than the rush of De Chante.
“Move down the bed, curva,” he tells me, with short breaths. “Work your boyfriend’s sweet dirty ass as we play.”
Josh doesn’t protest as I scuttle down the mattress, my mouth dripping at the thought. Heath’s hands are spreading my gorgeous boyfriend’s ass cheeks, revealing the winking brown ring that can take so much, it’s a wonder.
But what I want to give him now is another round of kisses.
I take Josh’s ass cheeks from Heath and hold them wide open myself.
I dip my head and work to the guys’ grinding beat, lapping my tongue up the sweaty valley and teasing the tip into the filthy hole.
I want to get Josh ready for so much for Heath.
I want to prep him to take the cock he was crying out for when Heath was forcing him to be a puppy dog, subject to his whim as he denied him the pleasure.
Punishing him.
My tongue slicks Josh up. I slather him as I drool.
I spit to lube him up more, until that valley is nice and wet, ready to take a filling.
Then I push two of my scarlet nailed fingers in.
Josh’s grind makes my position easy. His movements work my fingers back and forth in his ass, without me doing a thing.
“More,” Josh says. “Come on, Ella. Give it to me.”
His voice is ragged, clearly heading towards the peak himself.
His rhythm grows stronger, gasping as I add finger number three, and finger number four to the onslaught, digging in deep to the knuckles.
The way Josh’s ass sucks them in and tightens like a hot glove makes my heart sing.
I want to see Heath at full strength pounding his way inside, steel bar after steel bar, but round one is building to a climax, both men groaning out of control.
I shove my fingers in deeper, harder, curling them to find the right spot as Josh boils over and unloads. Heath follows just a few seconds later, both of them a panting mess as they curse and explode.
Beautiful. Absolutely fucking beautiful.
I unplug my fingers from Josh’s ass as he collapses on top of Heath to catch his breath. Heath wraps his arms around Josh’s sweaty body, and I climb back up the bed to them with my dirty fingers on display. I smile at the pair of them as I suck them clean.
“That was so fucking hot,” I giggle. “Come on, give me a taste of the aftermath.”
When Josh raises himself from Heath, the dual mess of cum glistens and pools. It’s smeared right up Heath’s stomach, and I’m right in there without hesitation. My tongue enjoying the pleasure of mixed cum. I moan in delight as I begin the job of licking them clean.
Josh strokes my hair as I lap up every drop of cum from the pair of them. Heath calls me a beautiful curva as I pop my lips around his dick, sucking and swirling my tongue around his cum-soaked barbells.
There’s so much to clean up that both guys are already hardening again when I’ve finished the endeavour. And there’s a dirty glint in two pairs of gorgeous eyes as I give a yum and smack my lips when I’m done.
“What a dessert,” I say. “Delicious.”
“We want a dessert of our own next,” Josh replies and stalks me on all fours.
He pins me down and kisses my neck, grating a thigh between my legs.
“Your turn, baby,” he says.
I’m Ella again, in full glory as the tides turn and I become the centre of the guys’ attention. I’m Heath’s sweet curva, and Josh is right onboard with him, both of them working in tandem as they pepper me with their lips, and stroke their hands all over my body. Teasing. Driving me wild.
I’m a whimpering wreck when Heath tugs on my nipples and nips at my collarbone. My fingers tangle in Josh’s hair struggling to keep myself together as he pushes two fingers in my pussy.
“Time for you to take the same right back,” he says. “You deserve a special stretch, so let’s get these fingers nice and slicked up first.”
He uses my pussy like an expert, hooking his fingers inside me as I wriggle. Heath has control of my tits as Josh has charge of my pussy, and the pair of them working as a duo is enough to have me flying high.
They are such excellent co-workers they deserve an award.
I’m rising to the crest when Josh takes his fingers from my cunt and holds them up, glistening.
“Nice and wet,” he says. “Now get those legs up. High.”
I do as I’m told, raising my knees to my chest where Heath grabs them and hoists them even higher. My ass is exposed, and Josh wastes no time seeking out my displayed brown hole, pushing two fingers all the way in, like I did with him.
I love the slippery burn.
“Rock her,” Josh says to Heath, and Heath rolls my knees back and forth, so the rhythm is working against Josh’s fingers. I know what’s lying ahead. I know I’m going to be stretched by at least four of my boyfriend’s thick, long fingers before the game is done.
“Whose dick do you want in here?” Josh asks me as I groan at number three. “Whose steely cock do you want inside you? Tell me, baby.”
“I don’t care,” I reply, letting the sensations guide me, rationale long pushed to the side. “All I know is that I want both of them, both at once. I want you guys to fill me up and make me take it. I want to be a filthy sweet curva, stretched open by the men I love. Both at once.”
I always love being double plugged, but with these two it’s different, just like everything else.
It has meaning.
Love.
“I’ll take your sweet ass, dirty curva,” Josh says, and I squeal and giggle as he grabs me and rolls to the side, taking me with him so my back is to his chest, his thighs spreading mine.
He raises his hips, and positions the head of his swollen dick at the entrance to my ass. “Ready for it?” he asks, and I moan.
“Always.”
I have to grit my teeth as he eases his cock in, one pop of a piercing at a time. He rubs my clit as I adjust to the intrusion, and I’m well into the throes of pleasure when Heath positions himself between my legs.
Josh splays my pussy lips and hitches his hips even higher.
I must be so exposed, fully on offer to my vampiric icon. My ass straining and clenching around Josh’s thick dick with my slick wet slit splayed in invitation.
Heath accepts that invitation in a heartbeat, and doesn’t show mercy.
“Want to be a sweet curva, do you?” he says as he inches his way inside. “You’ll always be a sweet curva, Ella. Our sweet curva.”
I nod, even though it’s hurting. The stretch always pains before it turns to gold.
My mind is blank to everything but the sensation as the two guys have their way with me.
I really am a sweet curva between them as they plug me in tandem – hard deep thrusts before they alternate the rhythm and plough me one cock after the other.
Two swords thrusting and pounding. The difference in the thrusts is enough to drive me round the bend.
I spread my thighs as wide as I can, giving myself over to them. I beg them for more. I tell them how grateful I am, how good it feels to be so used, how much I want it.
And then I tell them how much I love them.
Both of them.
I’m being double fucked by two thick, barbelled cocks, uttering words of love.