25. Lex
25
LEX
W e’ve eaten, and we’re on our third glass of wine, sitting on the floor in the living space. Vani is leaning against Zane, her back to his chest, his legs either side of her, and his back against the sofa.
His big hand moves around to the front of her throat and caresses her. She sighs, leaning her head back and resting it on his shoulder. His other hand moves to the top buttons of her slutty red dress, and I wait with bated breath for him to undo the buttons and give me a view of her tits.
I’m fucking bursting to come. My body still aches despite having a warm bath and the meds. I’m exhausted, and I need to sleep for a week, but first I need to come. A lot. I’ve been through hell, and one thing I wasn’t aware of until now is that adrenaline makes you fucking horny. No wonder there’s a baby boom during times of war.
I’ve been hard all through dinner. After being on that boat, surrounded by ugly men, having this beautiful, soft, oh-so-feminine creature in front of me is almost jarring.
She’s like some exotic being, and it feels surreal.
Zane’s hand lingers on her top button, but he doesn’t pop it, instead, he grabs her collar with both hands and rips her dress open. Buttons pop everywhere.
“Zane,” she exclaims, “I liked that dress.”
He leans down and takes the shell of her ear in between his teeth, biting hard enough to make her yelp.
He can’t say shut up, but he can telegraph it with the things he does, like pressing his fingers to her mouth. Vani understands the assignment and purses her lips closed.
“Wait, don’t take her bra off just yet,” Saint orders.
He rushes out of the room and comes back a moment later holding a small box. It looks like a jeweler’s box, but when he opens it, two gleaming gold clamps sit inside, connected by a chain. Saint has been dying to clamp her amazing nipples for ages. It’s probably his biggest kink, even more so than his degradation fetish, and who am I to argue.
Zane pulls her bra down and lifts her gorgeous tits until they’re resting on top, a perfect offering for Saint. He licks his lips and leans in, flicking his tongue over one, and then the other nipple.
Vani jerks and moans, and my dick pulses. Our girl is as on edge as we are. We might never have had the chance to do this again. Now we do, and we’re all seemingly on the same desperate, aching page.
Saint licks her nipples until they’re hard and pointy, and then he takes the clamps out of the box and unscrews them. He places one around her left nipple first and tightens it until she whimpers.
“Too much for the first time?” he asks.
She nods, and he loosens it, just a touch. Then he plucks at her second nipple until it’s elongated, and he places the second clamp around that one.
I stare, my mouth watering as the clamps press her puffy nipples into an even longer shape. The pointy tips are begging to be licked, sucked, and bitten.
Zane reaches around her front and flicks the tip of one bud, and she gasps.
“Sensitive, pet?” I ask.
She nods, her pretty brown eyes locked on me as Zane flicks her nipple again and again.
The chain between the clamps hangs down on her chest, making a pretty bit of jewelry. But I know that chain can be used to lead her around by her nipples, and my dick pulses again.
“That’s not all I got,” Saint says. “I went and bought so many gifts for our perfect putain . We won’t use them all today, though. We’ll break you in slowly.”
He carefully unlaces her boots and pulls them from her feet.
She lifts her hips, allowing Saint to roll her panties down her thighs. Zane unclips the back of her bra and pulls off the rest of her dress so she’s naked except for the clamps, her legs apart, knees bent, pussy on display.
Saint grabs a cushion. “Lift that pretty ass for us, Vani.”
She does as he says, and he pushes the cushion under her so her hips are canted and her pussy is more exposed. Zane can’t see any of this, as he’s still got her leaning against him, but he kisses her neck and strokes her breasts.
Saint looks at me. “Why don’t you get her pussy warmed up, Lex? You’re the gentler of the two of us.”
I almost laugh at that. Like this, playing this way, I let Saint boss me around, but if he tried it out of the bedroom, I’d fucking flatten him. He’s the one who flatters, and flirts, and cajoles people out there in the real world. I have no time for that. I say what I think. God knows why or how we have this dynamic in the bedroom, but it works for me.
The aftercare bit is more understandable, as I used to be the one to dry their tears after Saint made them cry. This part of it, I don’t understand so much, but I’m far too fucking horny to look into it any deeper. I shrug off the momentary discomfort and take his place between Vani’s thighs.
I’m still protective of my injured hand, but there’s nothing wrong with my other one. There’s nothing wrong with my tongue either. I lower my face to her pussy.
Parting her pussy lips with my fingers, I gently lick her clit. She jerks into my touch, as if she’s been shocked. We’re all going to be such fucking sticky messes when we’re done if the tension in the room is any indicator.
I lick around her clit, the little nub perky but not as swollen as I want it to be. The heavenly taste of her makes me groan. She answers my groan with a whimper of her own and pushes her pussy harder into my face.
“Oh, God, Lex.”
I love that there are three men here, but it’s my name she’s crying out. Her fingers lace through my hair, trying to drive me closer. I almost stop, because she’s not in charge here, but I can’t. The taste of her is too good, too addicting, and I suck on her clit.
“That’s enough. I think she’s ready.” Saint moves in next to me, and I lift my head, my chin slick with her arousal. I don’t wipe it off, and instead lick my lips, wanting more of her. My cock is insanely hard, and it’s all I can do not to fuck her here and now.
Saint has something in his hand. It’s pink, an upside-down, u-shaped object. The u-part of it is ribbed, and then it ends with two straight pink stick-like parts. I look at it, confused. “What the fuck is that?”
“Labia spreader,” he says, matter of fact.
“What?” Ivani squeaks.
“It’s going to hold you wide open for us, so we can torture this pussy for hours. You won’t be able to close your pussy until we say so.” He flips the lid on some lube and pours it over the U part of the device, then squeezes it, making it narrower, before he inserts it slowly into her tight pussy.
Vani’s not exactly screwed a whole lot. She was a virgin when we found her, and this thing will be wide in her when it takes its natural shape.
She groans as Saint lets go. The pink legs of the device are sticking out of her at ninety-degree angles and pressing against her swollen lips. Saint arranges it until he has her how he wants.
“Jesus Christ,” I grit, placing my hand against the front of my jeans and the hard length beneath. It’s getting almost painful, and the more I look at her pussy, the harder I get.
“The inside will rub her G-spot,” Saint explains to me. “These legs hold her cunt lips open, so you and I and our silent friend can torture her pussy until she can’t take any more.”
I’m staring at her pussy in fucking awe. Her lips are spread wide by the contraption, and it disappears into her hole, which is widened slightly by it, straining around it so prettily. My cock jumps again, as though begging for attention, but this is all about Vani. I don’t even notice my broken hand right now. The only thing I can think about is how fucking hot her pussy looks and how much I want to be inside her.
“Lick her cunt,” Saint orders.
He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I lie on the floor, propped up on my elbows, and go to work. She’s so wet and pink and swollen. I lick her lips first, pressed wide apart, and suck one into my mouth. She groans as if in pain, and I wonder if it hurts a little. I flick her clit with my tongue, and she gasps as her fingers grip the rug beneath her ass. Intrigued, I stop licking and pinch her clit with my fingers. Some girls fucking hate that shit, too sensitive, but Vani cries out and bucks up, so I do it again.
“Oh, fuck, Lex. I’m going to come.”
She grinds up onto me.
“She’ll wear a clit clamp like a fucking champ,” Saint growls.
Her clit is swollen now, displayed beautifully, and when I pinch it a third time, I glance up at her face in time to see her mouth open on a surprised O, and she wails as she comes so fucking hard her clit pulses.
I can’t stop what happens next even though I’m fucking mortified. I can feel it starting in my balls, and at the base of my spine, and I’m helpless as the cum shoots up my cock, semen spurting out of the tip, against the cloth of my jeans. My hips hump the floor, and I ride out the orgasm against the fucking rug as Vani gasps her way through her own, me not helping at all as she presses her hand to her pussy.
“Well, fuck,” Saint sneers. “What a pair you both make. Did I say you could come, slut?”
Saint grabs Vani’s hair and pulls her head to one side, pushing her face against his massive cock, straining against his jeans.
“He did too.” She points at me, her voice muffled against Saint’s jeans.
Saint laughs. “I have no control over what Lex does, but you? You’re ours to do with as we please, and you don’t set the pace here. By being such a greedy, needy little slut, you’ve got us all overexcited, so now you need to take care of us. You’re going to suck me and Zane.” He tightens her hair around his fist. “Get on your knees, Venom.”
He uses his grip on her hair to guide her, and she does as he says, struggling a little, her legs shaky. I wonder how the toy feels inside her as she moves around. It must be torturous.
Zane stands and walks to the front of her, and he and Saint both undo their pants. They don’t take them off, they just pull their cocks out. Saint’s is already leaking at the head, and Zane flicks the tip of his piercing and sucks a sharp breath.
Zane signs something, and Saint nods. “He says he wants you to lick us both, like ice creams.”
They crowd her, and she angles her face up at them, a mix of fear and arousal painted on her pretty features.
I get to my feet. Not liking the feeling of the sticky clothes against me, and knowing that sooner or later, we’re all going to be naked, I strip off and throw my jeans to one side.
I move in behind Vani and gather her hair in my fist, mimicking how my brother had been holding her. “Lick them and show them how good they taste.” Saint and Zane both hold their cocks right in front of her mouth.
She darts out her small pink tongue and licks them, Saint first, then Zane. She flicks his piercing with her tongue, and his eyes widen a little. She works them both harder and faster, never sucking them into her mouth, but licking their heads and flicking at their slits.
I tighten my hold on her hair, deliberately tugging at the roots until she gasps.
“They need more,” I command.
Vani reaches up and takes hold of them both, setting up a rhythm with her hands as she flicks the heads, licks them, slurps them. Both men are panting, and I can tell by their expressions that they’re struggling to control themselves. Shit, I could come all over again watching this.
I yank her hair again. “Open your mouth. Let them in.”
She does as I say, falling still and parting those pretty lips. She stares up at Saint and Zane.
Zane goes first, holding his cock at the base and sliding his cock over her tongue. He fucks her mouth a couple of times, deep enough to choke her, while I hold her in place, and then pulls out and makes room for Saint to do the same.
Fuck me, this is hot. My cock grows harder again, even though I just came. I don’t get involved, though, other than to hold Vani still while Zane and Saint take turns fucking her throat. They only do a couple of strokes each, but each time takes them closer to the edge. Vani pants and gags and whimpers while they use her mouth.
Zane’s stomach muscles are tense and rigid, and his thighs clench and unclench as he takes his turn, but it’s all too much for my twin.
Saint groans as he spurts an arc of cum all over Vani’s face, getting a fair bit on Zane’s cock, too. The sight must set Zane off because he opens his mouth on a silent shout and his cock jerks too. He pulls out of her mouth, and milky cum lands in ribbons across her cheeks.
They both cover Vani in jet after jet and, when they’re done, she looks like a girl out of a porno. Some of it landed near her eye, and I don’t want that shit getting in her eyes; it probably stings or something. I grab my briefs and gently use a dry corner to wipe it away.
I’m as hard as nails again, and I remember what Zane said about taking her ass.
I take over, and as Zane and Saint gather their wits, I turn to Vani. “Get on your hands and knees, ass in the air, and head down. I want that ass.”