Thirty-Nine
Their Obsession
Liv
T he struggle was gone. The will to gain back my control had ended. I was at the mercy of these two wild creatures with nowhere to go except give into them.
An aroused dick dug into my lower back while I observed Sin through teary eyes, and he reached down for his elastic waistband resting on his chiseled torso. Even with my air circulation very close to restriction, I still couldn’t deny how goddamn sexy he was. Especially when he pulled down his scrub pants and revealed his cock I never could get over. His size was massive and unique, the same as the other delicious man behind me. My eyes followed the bob of his dick while it pulsated up and down with gravity, but Saint cut the show short when he let up on his strangulation technique .
“Asshole,” I choked out as Saint gave me a slight push until I was on all fours on the bed.
“Oh, I love it when you talk dirty,” Saint growled as he pulled the cable tighter and jerked my head back.
Sin’s cock was within eyesight while Saint placed his dick at my red, soaked entrance. Blood trickled down my leg, and I felt dirtier than I ever had before. Some of the blood was fresh, while the rest was crusty from drying with the open air. Red stained panties had nothing on this, and I’d never view a period mishap the same way again.
“I bet you’d love it when—” My comeback fell short with a whimper as Saint pushed the tip of his cock inside of me.
“Fuck,” Saint groaned from behind me as he inched in deeper and he stretched me wider. “Always so tight. Such a greedy little cunt.”
I knew I could handle Saint’s size because I had experienced it before, but the sting was no different as he stretched my tight walls. He pushed past my limit and hit the deepest part of me as a feral scream tore from my open mouth. He pulled the stethoscope tighter against my throat, making me arch my back. My eyes rolled into the back of my head while he plowed into me until black dots appeared in my line of vision. On the verge of blacking out while this beast, who was a tortured angel, wreaked havoc on me with more blood seeping into the crisp bedsheets. I was tainted, stained, and untamed as unimaginable bliss coursed through me, and I could sense nothing else. But I did the one thing I never dreamed I would, and I touched myself.
Pleased my clit while Saint drove into the very depths of my cunt, and I felt the coil tighten again. My hand was wet with the mix of my arousal and period blood, but I didn’t give a shit. I let everything go, my eyes locked on Sin as he took my hand from between my thighs and guided me to touch him. Unable to dismiss my savage need to be one with both of them.
“Yes,” Sin grunted repeatedly with each willing stroke I gave to him.
The sound of Sin’s sinful euphoria was my undoing as I came again, and the sound of my second release ripped from me. The smack of our skin, mixed with my wild cry, made Saint ram into me faster, harder, until he hissed a loud curse, and he filled me full until his come dripped down my legs. My hand trembled with Sin’s cock in my palm and mid-stroke he pulled away from me.
“My turn,” Sin hissed as he grabbed my hips and lifted my knees off the bed. “Two down, one more orgasm to go.”
I had no time to think, no time to react while Saint pulled himself out of me and let Sin take over. My pussy was an elastic band, stretched and ready for him as he slid in perfectly. He took hold of Saint’s stethoscope and plunged into me at a speed fiercer than Saint’s.
My tits bounced against his best friend’s face as he lapped his tongue over each nipple and his teeth grazed the sensitive, erect buds. Another uncontrolled scream tore from me, but Saint’s hand covered my mouth. He concealed my untamed passion while they shared me and claimed me as theirs.
After Saint finished his blissful torture with my breasts, he moved his expert mouth up my neck and his warm breath fanned over the previous marks they had each left. He licked the bruised skin in quick succession, and he left each one with a maddening kiss. More blemishes left at the hands of these two fucking men.
“Look at you, taking my best friend so fucking well as you bleed all over his cock,” Saint whispered hoarsely in my ear and grabbed my earlobe between his teeth.
The muscle flicked repeatedly, and he dragged his teeth across the skin. Hot breath was against my ear as I heard nothing but him and his unsteady breathing. A sound I wouldn’t soon forget.
Sin slowed his pace and grunted out with each thrust. “So. Fucking. Perfect. ”
But Saint’s voice was my sole undoing. “Let go, darling. Show him no mercy and come all over his dick.”
Ruthlessly, with no other thought, I willingly slammed my back end into Sin’s cock over and over again. Thrusted to the same rhythm he had shown me, and he couldn’t hold back. His release roared from him, and no one could stop him. My name was the only word coming from his lips.
The third climax they had promised to me came right along with Sin’s. My walls clamped down and more come spilled from me. Gushed from my pussy and left the bed with an even bigger mess. One I should hold shame over, but I didn’t as Sin dropped the stethoscope, and I fell back into his embrace. His warmth surrounded me as we collapsed onto the mattress with his dick still throbbing inside of me. Saint followed with his arms around me, facing me as we all breathed heavily in unison on the bed. The mess surrounding us stained us, and the act we had all taken part in tainted us. My phantoms might have started this sinful undertaking, but I had helped bring it to an end.
Thoughtlessly, I asked, “Where did you guys get these matching scars from?”
My fingertips trailed along Saint’s old wound carved into his chest. The cut must’ve once hurt and must still sting to this day from the memory of how they each received one. I shouldn’t give a damn, but their scars had piqued my interest.
Sin brushed my hair behind my ear and whispered, “We got them while being held captive in Iraq.”
“We served in the United States military,” Saint murmured as he looked down at me intensely, and my eyes locked on his. “But we became prisoners of war.”
“After days of torture, I received a knife blade on my cheek because I was too outspoken and always put up a fight.”
“And I got off easy, they told me,” Saint whispered as his sky-blue eyes swirled with remembrance of a dark time and turned to hate. “Because I was the quiet one.”
Sin added, “They wanted to brand an ugliness on our skin. Something to remember them by if we ever made it out alive. And we did, but not after they tortured us for sixty days straight because we wouldn’t give them shit.”
“My god…” I whispered and for some fucked up reason my heart broke in two for them, but I swallowed any emotion deep inside. “What happened? Were you both rescued, or did you both escape?”
“Rescued, but completely by mistake,” Sin answered as I turned to gaze at him and he caressed my cheek. “We retired after being released from the hospital and agreed to open the nightclub together.”
“And that’s how you met Sebastian. ”
“Yes. Which led us straight to our greatest addiction,” Sin breathed and kissed my cheek.
Saint touched my chin and tilted me to face him. “You.”
Saint kissed the tip of my nose and unwound his arms from around me. He got off the bed and grabbed my purse from the floor. Sin slid his length out of me and joined his best friend as they searched through my purse.
“I didn’t give you permission to—”
“Silence,” Sin interrupted me with a command.
My mouth clamped shut as Saint pulled the extra thong from my purse and laid it on the clean part of the bed. But Sin held something else in his hand. Both, still fully erect, wandered back toward the bed, and I feared they desired another round. I was far too weak to move, to even try to refuse them if they wanted to. To endure their intoxicating greed, I would have to lie there and let it wash over my body. I prepared for impact as I closed my eyes while one of them spread my thighs and my shaky legs fell. I awaited destruction, their smell clouding all my judgment. I waited for their hands to devour me all over again.
“Please, I don’t think I can do this. I—” All arguments disappeared after something slid inside of me and my eyes shot open to look up at my phantoms.
Sin and Saint inserted my tampon .
“What are you doing?”
“We’re going to take good care of our girl,” Saint answered and lifted me into his arms.
Sin peered down at me with an emotion I had never seen before, and he stole the breath right out of me. He took my hand in his and pressed my fingers against the thunderbolt on his cheek. The wound his captors gave to him for upholding his duty and being his gabby self.
“The torture we lived through taught us to wear our scars with pride. But we don’t excuse anyone who hurts or tries to destroy what is ours because of the pain we endured,” Sin explained with a need for me to understand. “We will be the judge of any suffering to those we love.”
There was their confession. Sin and Saint loved me.
In their own fucked up way, these two unhinged men cared about me in a way no one else could. Cherished me as they walked toward the shower in the private room and Sin turned on the water. I didn’t struggle with Saint as he wandered into the standup shower and water beads trickled down our bodies. Together, we stood in the shower as my blood and our sex washed away down the drain. They cleansed me and took care of me. They gave me all the affection I had ever dreamed of until their dedication hurt. These ghosts of mine wounded me straight through my heart and pried me open until I felt their love, too.