25. Gemma
Chapter 25
Gemma
A t the top of the gray stairs is a long hallway lined with doors. Two on one side, three on the other.
“Jeez, you hiding a secret family in this place?” Taylor asks.
Ainsley looks back at him as his hand reaches for the knob on the last door in the hallway. “I’ve been gone a lot, and you never know where Doc’s nose is going to lead him, so I try to keep the doors closed.”
“And somehow, that answer just raises more questions,” Taylor mutters, glancing at all the closed doors as I push past him and follow Ainsley into his room.
He turns on the light and the first contented smile I’ve felt in a while spreads over my face.
This room? This is Ainsley.
The walls are painted a bluish sage green, which is contrasted perfectly by the dark wood of his headboard and nightstands. A burnt orange duvet covers the bed in a quick morning bed-make. The one you would do if you didn’t think you had company coming over.
The rug in here is deep and soft, covering almost the entirety of the gray wood flooring. Over the bed he has a watercolor of the sunset over the San Juan Islands that could have been taken from the wall of a gallery. Hell, it probably was.
The greatest signs of life come from the far corner, where a hamper props open the door to a dark walk-in closet, and a brown leather chair draped with T-shirts and jeans sits next to it. The low dresser is scattered with crumpled notes, charging cords, pens, and watches.
He probably chose this room for the window. I know I would have.I walk over and look out, the dark Seattle skyline providing a constellation of lights in the distance. I can’t see it now, but I know come morning, we’ll watch the sky grow bright over a view of the Sound.
On the wide, cream colored windowsill sits one lonely plant. Some kind of orchid in a tiny purple ceramic pot, the kind that grocery stores sell as gifts. Its flower is long since gone, and I know from experience the near impossibility of getting one to bloom again. I stroke my finger down one of its deep green leaves and leave a narrow trail in dust.
“Seriously, man. What’s in all the other rooms?” Taylor asks from the doorway.
Ainsley looks up from where he’s hurrying to tidy up a few things on his dresser and chair. “There’s a bathroom and a couple other bedrooms.”
I can almost feel Taylor bristle from here. “A couple other bedrooms? Just empty bedrooms?”
“I mean, they’re full of bedroom stuff. Like beds and dressers.”
“And they just sit there, empty?” Taylor’s words are loaded, not the kind that really want an answer.
Ainsley gives one anyway, refusing to back down. “We picked this place for the location, not because I needed three bedrooms.”
“You know how many people out there would kill for one of those bedrooms?” He takes a step into the room and then another, approaching Ainsley with his arms crossed.
Ainsley steps toward him, crossing his own arms. “You speaking for yourself there, buddy? Or just the millions of starving children in the world who always wanted the peas I didn’t eat at dinner?”
“Conceited fucking prick.”
Ainsley just shrugs as the two stand close enough for their forearms to touch in front of their chests.
I should step in. Right?
Be the woman in the room and break up the fight, tell everyone it’s going to be okay?
Part of me is screaming at me to do just that.
But the other part?
I pull my shirt off and toss it on the chair with the rest of Ainsley’s clothes that he didn’t have a chance to hide. I’m halfway through stripping off my jeans when Taylor notices me and finally breaks the tense staring contest.
“You trying to distract us, witch?”
I shake my head, tossing my pants away. I’m standing in front of the large window, moon high in the sky behind me. I have their attention now, although they stay standing close enough to touch each other.
As I crawl onto the bed, the inner host in Ainsley takes over and he approaches, fluffing the crumpled green throw blanket and smoothing it with his hand.
I start to move toward him, but Taylor jumps into action, crossing the room in three long strides and lifting the leather chair from the corner, letting all the clothes fall carelessly to the floor as he carries it back and sets it next to the bed.
“Sit,” he commands, and it’s clear he isn’t talking to me.
It takes Ainsley a moment, but he finally realizes what’s going on. “You can’t tell me what to do in my own house, asshole.”
Taylor moves swiftly, taking Ainsley by the shoulders, turning him, and pressing him down into the chair. He then stands between Ainsley’s parted knees, a hand still on each shoulder.Ainsley didn’t have to let him do it. He could have fought him off and climbed onto the bed. He could have protested. He could have done a thousand different things.Instead, he sits obediently in the chair, looking straight up at Taylor, whose head is dropped as he stares down at him.
And I can’t take it anymore.
My hand finds its way inside my underwear. The touch sets me on fire, but I bite back any sound, not wanting to alter the course of what’s about to happen.
They could fuck.
They could fight.
They could yell or cuss each other out.
Hell, they could just stand there, staring at each other all night.
I honestly don’t care.
The two of them together like this, a tornado of chaotic, unbridled male energy, it’s doing things to me.
Things I can imagine them doing to each other.
Things I know damn well they’re going to do to me.
I do moan then and watch as they both turn sharply in my direction. Four blazing eyes hit my bare skin, and my own eyes fall closed, letting my hand find its way onto my raging nerves. Letting sounds escape my lips freely.
I hear Taylor coming before I feel him. A growl and a huff and then his weight is shifting the bed as he crawls toward me.It doesn’t seem like enough time passed for him to get his clothes off, but when I allow my body to roll into his waiting arms, all I feel is skin.
“Getting started without me, huh?” he says, louder than he might if it really was just the two of us in this room. He’s performing. My heart skips a beat as I imagine all the things that could mean for me.
“You were busy,” I reply, knowing my sass will kindle the flames I already see burning in him.
“I guess I was.” His attention shifts briefly to where I can hear Ainsley, in the chair, removing his own clothes, before coming back and homing in on where my hand still strokes my own body. “Shall we see how wet you got yourself?”
I nod and his crooked smile smolders.
“What do you think, pretty boy? Shall we see how wet she got herself?”
“Yes.” Ainsley’s strangled reply is equal parts desperate and surprised to have been asked for his input.
Taylor doesn’t waste a second rolling me onto my stomach with my knees tucked underneath, bringing me up to all fours, my most intimate parts facing where Ainsley sits. He slides my soaked red cotton panties down to just around my thighs, landing a hard smack on one cheek that I should have been expecting, but I wasn’t. I cry out and barely catch myself before my face hits the blankets.
“Fuck,” I hear Ainsley mutter to himself from his chair.
“Don’t touch that dick. You hear me?” Taylor barks at him, kneeling next to where I try to keep myself upright on all fours, hair dangling in my face, breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
I prepare myself for another strike, but he surprises me once more by simply landing his full, warm palm on the pink of my smarting cheek and sliding his hand down, down, down, until he’s got the entirety of my dripping pussy cupped in his hand.
His fingers spread, opening my delicate parts to the air and I gasp, squirming a bit in anticipation of what’s to come.
When his fingers slide inside me, I can’t hold back any longer. Moaning, I sink my head down to the bed, resting on my stacked forearms, opening myself even further to his ministrations.
“Does she always moan like that?” Ainsley asks.
Taylor’s hand is deep inside me, baring my wetness for Ainsley to see. “Yeah, she sure does. Want me to make her louder?”
“Yes.”
Taylor pumps me harder with his fingers and even more sound escapes me, I can’t help it. The long moans turning to short, gasping sounds punctuating the motion of his hand in my body.
“Fuck, man. Do you see how wet she is?” Taylor pulls his fingers out and I’m left bare and open, waiting for his warm touch to grace my skin again. I push my hips back toward where I know his hand must be.
“She’s eager, too. Is she always like that?”
And I’ll be goddamned if the way they’re talking about me, like I’m their belonging, bent over, panties pulled down just enough to get what they want, makes me so hot I almost can’t breathe around the way it swells like an inferno in my chest.
I try to suck in a breath, just to keep myself alive, and Taylor rewards me with another sharp smack, driving my head back down into the cavern of soft material below me.If I survive this night, I know I’m going to walk through the rest of my life with it branded on my skin in some secret place that only these two men will ever find.
“She’s an eager little thing. Always ready for my cock.”
His hand hovers just over my asshole, I can feel the heat from his skin on my own. He uses one hand to pull my cheeks apart and smacks me there with the side of his other hand, short and sharp. I squirm but he holds my hips tightly, winding up and smacking me again.
“She likes it back there?”
“Sure does.”
“You like it back there,” I taunt, spitting my own long hair from my mouth and trying to shift enough to get a good view of him.
Taylor responds by smacking me on my wet pussy, the wet slap echoing in the silent room. Both men erupt in pleased murmurs at the sound, so he does it again and again.
I briefly wonder if I’m allowed to come.
Then I wonder if I could stop myself if I tried.
“Taylor, I’m going to come.”
He grunts in satisfaction and gives me his whole hand immediately, filling my pussy with so many fingers it stretches me open, landing his little finger on my clit.
I scream into the mattress as he works me. The thought of Ainsley in that chair, watching me and not being allowed to touch himself, awakens a whole new wave of pleasure, and I ride it, need for oxygen be damned.
Taylor stops too soon, and I squirm toward him, but his hand isn’t there. I pull one of my own free and try to snake it up between my own legs, just to press that last moment of pleasure from myself, but he catches my wrist and flips me roughly to my back.
“You don’t touch what’s mine,” he growls, hovering over me like a demon I summoned with my dirty thoughts.
“What’s ours,” he corrects himself, clearly talking to the other man in the room, although he never takes his eyes off me. “What do you think, pretty boy? Should I let her touch it?”
“No. I want to do it.”
Taylor does shift his gaze then, shooting dragon worthy spires of fire from his pupils to where Ainsley still sits obediently on the chair.
“You just made her come. It’s my turn,” Ainsley argues his case, all pretense apparently evaporated with my orgasm.
“I’m not sure this is a taking turns kind of situation, lover boy.”
“Don’t you want to watch? Don’t you want to sit here and watch me touch her?”
I can tell from Ainsley’s tone that he already knows the answer. We all know the damn answer.
Taylor tosses my wrist onto the bed over my head, and I let it land, watching wide eyed as a fantasy I didn’t even realize I had comes to life right before me.
He crawls off the bed and stands, tall, naked, and glorious, next to the chair, glaring down at Ainsley. “If you need help, I’ll be right here.”
“I don’t need help,” Ainsley mutters, mostly to himself, as he rises from the chair and crawls up to take his place over me on the bed.
I almost laugh at the sudden sea change. The eager, surprised, slightly overwhelmed look in Ainsley’s eyes as he straddles my hips and hovers over me makes my heart swell. His adorable pink cheeks as he bites his lip and reaches for my body make me want to open for him like a flower.
“You are so beautiful,” he says, trailing the fingers of one hand down my cheek, my chin, my collarbone.
He kisses me and smiles while his lips are pressed to mine, spreading a smile over my own.
This is exactly what I’ve been dreaming of. The soft and hard. The light and dark. The sweet and spicy.
How did I ever manage to get this lucky?
“I saw how wet you got when you came. You know what I was thinking?”
I bite my lip and shake my head. His words are slow and deliberate, making me wonder if this is the first time he’s ever talked dirty. It’s adorable and so fucking hot. Whatever this man has been hiding inside all these years, I think I’m about to see it unleashed.
“I was thinking, I want to be inside her. Can I?—”
“You’re not asking. You’re telling,” Taylor’s command booms in from the sidelines, just in case either of us forgot he was there.
Ainsley sucks in a breath, keeping his eyes locked on mine.
Then, slowly enough that I can watch every muscle in his body shift, he lowers his forehead until it touches mine. “I’m going to fuck you,” he says softly.
I can tell it’s still a question, so I nod just enough for him to feel it.
“I have condoms,” he whispers, ever the gentleman.
I shake my head.
I’ll be damned if anything is coming between this man’s skin and my own.
He sits up and slides back until he can free my legs, pulling my panties down one side and then the other.
“Put them in her mouth,” Taylor chimes in.
Ainsley looks sharply in his direction before catching himself and focusing his attention back to me. He sits forward, still holding my underwear, and for a moment I think he’s going to do it. I suck in a long breath and brace myself for him to force the material between my lips.But he reaches for my hands instead, holding them together at the wrists and stretching the soft material out until it’s long enough to wrap around. He struggles for a moment to get a knot in the tiny amount of slack he has to work with, but in the end he succeeds.
I let my arms rest above my head, bound, and watch the newfound power gleam in his eyes.
I know dominance isn’t this man’s natural state, but it looks good on him.
Ainsley pushes my knees apart and grips his own dick, hard and long, bringing his hand between my legs.
“How wet is she now?” Taylor asks.
“So wet,” Ainsley murmurs as he slides his fingers into my body, bringing my wetness out and coating the tip of his cock.
“Get in there and show her who’s boss.”
Ainsley’s breath catches at Taylor's harsh words, his gaze darting from his dick to Taylor to me and resting there for just a moment before he does just that.
Leaning forward, he presses his tip inside me, followed by the whole length. All at once. Too fast. Too much. He stretches me open, and I gasp at the suddenness of it all.
His eyes meet mine once more and I can see he wants to ask if I’m okay, but I let him know with my gaze.
“What are you waiting for?” Taylor taunts from the sidelines.
“I thought I hurt her,” Ainsley says quickly.
Taylor chuckles darkly. “You’re going to have to try harder than that.”
“I’m not trying to hurt her,” he responds, defensively, still balls deep in my body, his hands gripping me around both hips as he holds me open for himself.
“Why not? She touched herself without asking. That’s our job. Our territory. I think she deserves to learn her lesson.”
I watch the tornado of emotions war on Ainsley’s face.He’s obviously very turned on by Taylor’s words. The idea of the game he’s being offered intoxicates him. He’s practically drooling from his half open mouth.But then there’s the born and raised gentleman. The man who would never hurt a woman. The ally who would stand up for my rights, anyone’s rights. The kind soul who would never, ever get off on degrading his new girlfriend while another man watches.
That last thought almost makes me moan aloud. I know Ainsley has it in him to let go. I wonder if I can help.
“Maybe I’m not yours after all. Is that it?”
Taylor growls at my taunt, Ainsley's gaze darting to him in confusion as he tries to process my words. Their meaning.
“You are,” he says finally.
“I’m what?”
“You’re mine.”
I reach my bound hands down between my legs defiantly, but Ainsley catches them in one of his own, tossing them back over my head just as he bottoms out in me once more.
“Prove it,” I hiss.
And I get my wish.
Something unhinges in the man. He pulls out and flips me roughly over, dragging my hips up to meet his, leaving my bound arms and torso long on the bed in front of him.
When he shoves back inside me, it’s claiming. I can feel the energy of it. The intent.It’s a spell he’s working, and he finally found the emotion he needs to get the magic done.
Now I’ll just have to see if he knows the proper incantation.
Ainsley has both of my hips gripped tightly in his hands, fingers curling around my hip bones in a way I know will leave little bruises for me to admire in the coming days. His cock is thick, filling me over and over. I need to get the two of them side by side, but I’m fairly certain Ainsley, at full mast, is bigger than Taylor. If the pressure I feel at this moment is any indication, I’d say I’m right.
“Tell her who’s the boss,” Taylor calls over the slapping of skin.
“Is it you?” Ainsley asks, slowing his thrusts slightly as his attention splits.
“No, fucker. It’s you. Look at you.”
“I’m the fucking boss,” Ainsley repeats before he reaches down and pulls my hair up into his fist, winding it around enough to lift my head when he pulls. “You hear that?”
I try to nod, but it brings tears to my eyes.
“Say it,” he demands.
“You’re the boss, Ainsley,” I cry out, gasping for breath as he pounds into me.
“I’m going to fill you up, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
I’m impressed by his sudden change of heart. His sudden willingness to play the game. “Please,” I whimper, letting him take all of me.
“Don’t fucking come,” Taylor’s voice breaks the tension once more.
Ainsley’s thrusts falter, but he finds his pace once more. “I’m the fucking boss, asshole.”
“You’re the boss of her,” Taylor says, his voice growing louder. Closer. “But I’m the fucking boss of you.”
It all happens very quickly in a tangle of limbs and hair and shouts. Ainsley is pushed off me, luckily releasing my hair before he pulls my head too far along with him. His dick slips out, leaving me gaping. I’m still on my knees, trying to see what’s going on, when I feel Taylor shove into me.
“I can feel you inside her, pretty boy. I can feel where your cock was with my fucking cock.”
“If you’d just given me a second, you could be feeling my fucking load in there.”
Taylor laughs darkly. “Oh, I’ve got big plans for your load, buddy. I’m going to feel it all kinds of places. Just not yet.”
“You’re not sucking my dick. ”
Another soft laugh from Taylor resonates through my body as he thrusts into me. “As much as I’d like to lick Gemma’s pussy off your cock, pretty boy, I know she wants to just as badly.”
As if there was any question as to what that means, Taylor reaches down and grips my hair, pulling me up to all fours with my face tilted up as far as my neck will allow. “She’s all yours.”
It’s Ainsley’s lips that find mine first as he crawls around to position himself in front of me. Taylor holds my head tightly as Ainsley’s tongue slides between my lips, my teeth, searching for something I hope he finds.
When he pulls away, we’re both gasping for breath.
“You really want to taste yourself on me?” he asks, just as Taylor loosens his grip just a little, allowing my head to drop so my face is forward, toward Ainsley, rather than the ceiling.
I blink at him, my eyes no doubt glassy with the tears I feel brimming there. Then I nod.
He must see my own raging desire spelled out in my gaze because he scoots himself closer, sitting down on his heels and gripping the base of his own cock. “You’re going to taste us both, I think.”
“You better not fucking come,” Taylor says again, feeling to me a bit like he’s close to coming himself, with the fevered way he’s using my body.
I watch as Ainsley slides his thumb over his tip, smearing the drop of pre-come over his skin.
My mouth drops open eagerly, and Ainsley’s eyes widen, as if realizing what’s about to happen for the first time.
Taylor, not to be ignored, makes himself known once more by lowering my head roughly toward Ainsley's lap. Ainsley has to shift to the side and grip his base once more for Taylor to hit his target, like some kind of twisted game of ring toss.
Just as I expect, Taylor wants me to take Ainsley’s cock deep and fast. My mouth fills as he presses my head down. My scalp stings as he pulls my head back up and slides me down once more, somehow managing to keep up the pace of his own cock filling my pussy from behind.
Ainsley is silent, probably holding his breath as I deliver pleasure to him on a platter. Once again, I’m overcome with the sensation of being completely at these men’s mercy. The delicious feeling of being used for their little games.I close my eyes and pray it lasts forever, even as Taylor presses me further onto Ainsley’s cock each time and the overwhelm builds to near critical states.
“How does he taste, witch?”
As if I could answer.
With my eyes still closed, I feel another set of hands land on my head, cooler hands, cupping me around the cheekbones and lifting me up instead of down, down, down.
I gasp for air as my mouth is suddenly empty.
“Give me just a second.” Ainsley’s voice is rough and rushed as he pants, still cupping my face in his hands.
“That’s good. Catch your breath. I’m about to switch it up a little.”
I have a feeling he’s talking to Ainsley, but I decide to take the advice as well. Whatever Taylor has planned for the three of us no doubt includes some creative way for me to get fucked by two thick cocks.
I’m suspended in the moment between them both pulling out and taking them into my body again. Time seems to pass nonlinearly, as if I’m floating in space. My head rests on Ainsley’s lap and he strokes my hair, but when I glance up, his attention is focused behind me, on whatever Taylor’s getting up to.
When I feel the familiar, cool gel touch down on my rosebud, I’m not one bit surprised.Taylor’s fingers slide into my asshole easily with the lube. I feel him working to relax me with one before he stretches me with two.
“You ever take a girl in the ass, pretty boy?”
I think I know the answer, but I look up anyway and see Ainsley shake his head.
“Wanna start tonight?” Taylor asks.
Ainsley looks at me, and I give him the most encouraging smile I can manage in my current sex addled state.
He looks back up to where Taylor’s still working my dark hole open with the lube. “I don’t know. Maybe?—”
“You take her pussy, okay? I got this one.”
“At…you mean, like at the same time?”
Taylor chuckles at that and pushes his fingers deeper than ever. I gasp and feel both men’s eyes on me. “Yeah, buddy, at the same time.”
Ainsley brushes the hair from my face and really looks at me. “Is that okay?”
The mental images his question brings nearly make me melt into a puddle right here on the bed. The two of them wrestling themselves into my body. The fullness of being stretched around two cocks.
“Yes. Please,” I manage. I’ll beg more, if they make me. I’ll do anything.
“Okay,” Ainsley says. “How?”
“Come here, witch,” Taylor grunts as he uses both arms to lift me to a sitting position.
Ainsley shifts forward instinctually, and I sit between them, legs curled under my body, facing away from where Taylor kneels behind me.
“I’m going to sit her on my cock like this.” He lifts me around my center and hauls me onto his lap where his stiff erection waits to find its way back home.
I have to part my legs to straddle his legs to get close enough, and when I do, my whole body opens for him.
Taylor situates his tip right at my back entrance, dragging it around a bit in the excess lube he left around the hole for this very purpose.
“Fuck me,” Ainsley murmurs as the joint movement of Taylor pressing up and me pressing down feeds Taylor’s cock into my body.
He’s been in there before, plenty of times, with his cock and fingers and toys, but it always takes a second to adjust to the new kind of fullness. My eyes drop closed as I bite my lip, rocking my hips just a bit to settle our bodies together.
“You’re going to have to get real close,” Taylor says, his formerly commanding voice taking on a bit of breathiness as he adjusts to his own position. I could use my muscles to end this for him right now but, of course, I don’t.
Ainsley doesn't move right away, and Taylor asks quickly, “Is that okay?” in a rare display of nerves.
He wants this as much as I do. He’s hoping it all goes further. Maybe not tonight, but I can tell he wants Ainsley. He’ll never touch him without Ainsley making the first move, though, so I can see the brilliance of how he’s positioned us.
Taylor’s question seems to shake Ainsley out of his hesitation. “Yeah. It’s okay.”
He shuffles forward on his knees until they touch Taylor’s.We can all tell he’s going to have to get a lot closer, but no one says a word, letting Ainsley get there on his own.He shuffles forward more, and then more. The closer his tip gets to my pussy, the farther away he realizes he is. Finally, without any prompting at all, he brings his knees to straddle Taylor’s.
Taylor holds me tightly, my back recessed against his chest, leaning our joined bodies back just enough to give Ainsley room to slot his body into ours .
When I look down, I can see the base of Taylor’s cock where he disappears inside me. I know Ainsley’s looking at the same thing.
Slowly, so slowly and with such care, he raises up just enough to touch his own tip on the dripping entrance to my pussy.
“Right here?” he asks, eyes on mine, even though the answer is obvious.
I nod.
“This isn’t going to hurt you?” he asks softly.
Taylor, to his credit, is silent behind me, letting us have this moment.
I shake my head.
“Is it going to fit?”
He’s stalling now, nerves threatening to get the best of him. There’s no taunting from Taylor that’s going to drive him home now. This is all up to me.
“You’ll fit, Ains. He’ll make room for you. We both will.”
My words hang heavy in the air as Ainsley considers, no doubt hearing the bigger meaning I purposely added. He grips his cock in one hand, holding it out to me like a pedestal he’s still not entirely sure is going to fit.And then, knowing that the mechanics of this position don’t make sense until everyone is fully engaged, I take the next step myself, fighting against the grip Taylor has around my torso and lowering my pussy enough to swallow Ainsley’s tip.
He gasps and thrusts upward, never taking his eyes from mine as we work together to inch him inside me, working my pussy open until he’s fully inside. Taylor stays statue still, supporting my weight as I start to rock my hips, encouraging Ainsley to do the same.
He finally gets his rhythm, still wide eyed, and I allow myself a moment for my eyes to drop closed.
This is the fullness.
This is the high I chase.
They aren’t even moving together yet, and I can already feel my capacity. These two men, offering me the only thing they have. The opportunity to lose myself in their bodies. I let go and allow myself to float on the wings of my breath, soft and weightless and held so tightly. Loved so deeply I can almost feel their offerings in my lungs.
Taylor shifts his hips forward and settles more of my weight onto Ainsley, giving himself room to move.
I don’t try to help. I don’t shift or play their cocks like instruments with my internal muscles, although I’ll do that later. I just let go and allow it all to happen. Every inch more they claim of my body is another inch along this path I don’t have to walk alone.
Taylor starts to move when Ainsley is fully seated in me, and I open my eyes to watch him feel it.
He doesn’t let me down. Eyes wide, I can see his brain processing this new sensation. That new movement inside my body, separated only by a thin wall of skin. And what it means for him.
He surprises me by thrusting harder, pushing me backward a bit, as if he’s chasing Taylor’s cock, rather than running from it.
I know Taylor feels it too, because he takes the same approach, fucking forward into me, sliding his tip along my interior wall, grinding himself against Ainsley’s movement as he thrusts in and out of my body.
For a long moment, it’s just grunts and gasps and my own moans, which I can feel escaping me, but can’t separate from the rest of the noise. I can’t find my voice, even though I hear it fill the room, mixing with the rapidly rising pitches of the two men using my body as their own.
“That’s your fucking dick in there,” Ainsley grunts out, stating the obvious in the most awestruck tone of voice.I blink my eyes open and find his open as well, wide, wild, and locked on the man behind me as sweat drips down his forehead.
“I told you you’d like my dick, pretty boy. And look at you now.”
If Ainsley intended to hide any feelings he was having about this situation or Taylor’s taunting words, he fails miserably as he cries out in what could only be called ecstasy. He thrusts harder against where Taylor fills my body and Taylor does the same, until the two of them practically fuck each other inside me.
Ainsley screams as his core contracts, filling my body with his hot come. I’m almost too wet with the combination of his fluids and my own, feeling myself dripping and him slipping around to stay inside me, but he manages, working himself through his orgasm.
When his eyes pop back open, he gasps for air but doesn't stop thrusting, doesn’t stop battling Taylor's tip with his own.But when Taylor comes a moment later, Ainsley freezes, wide eyed, watching him, soaking in the sound of his pleasure.
Taking it for his own.
Taylor’s rough with me, grunting and filling my asshole with his come, as deep as he can force himself into my body. I lean forward into Ainsley’s waiting arms and take him, teeth clenched as he claims me for his own.
Taylor’s body hasn’t been still for a full minute when he pulls out of me, suddenly, roaring and slapping me on my fully bared ass. “Fucking hell.”
He throws himself onto his back on the bed, panting and sweating.
Ainsley stays perfectly still, cock falling to half-mast and slipping from my body as he allows me to hold onto him and holds me just as tightly. We breathe together and I count our heartbeats. I’m only at forty-five when I feel Taylor rise behind me, peeling me gently from Ainsley’s sweaty torso and lifting me into his arms.
“I’m assuming this fancy-ass bedroom has a shower?”
Ainsley jumps to his feet. “Yeah, of course. In here.”
He leads us to the exact bathroom I would expect in an apartment like this. Massive and gray, with marble counters, a steam shower, and a tub large enough for all three of us.
Ainsley turns on all three shower heads and crosses the room, opening a closet filled with snowy white towels.
Taylor sets me down on the shower bench as soon as the temperature is warm enough and kneels before me. “You doing good?”
I nod.
“Come enough?”
I shrug. “I could come again.”
His face twists into a smirk. “Little witch could always use another one, huh?”
He pushes my knees open and runs his fingers through the complete and utter mess of fluids waiting between my legs. Then, without any pretense or cleanup at all, he leans down to touch the tip of his tongue to my clit.
I’m so wound up from being taken by the two of them, I know this isn’t going to take long. I know Taylor knows it too. He doesn’t hold back, flicking my clit lightly with his tongue until I’m gasping and coming, whimpering as the tension of the last hour all releases from my body in a trembling orgasm.
“There we go. Now we can clean her up.”
I blink back to reality and find Ainsley leaning against the shower wall to our left, watching. He’s holding two brand new loofahs and smiling down at me.
I let the men clean me, let them open me and wipe the evidence of their own pleasure from between my legs, washing it all away with lavender scented bubbles.
I don’t even open my eyes to see where they’re laying me. The feeling of soft, warm blankets, and strong, warm limbs is enough.