Chapter 23 #2
My eyes dart to Travis whose expression is dead serious. Sweat pricks my neck.
“Ah, I-I,” Liam stutters.
Travis reaches over and drags him closer. “Go on,” he urges.
I scoop some ice cream for Liam and hold the spoon out, my hand shaking a bit. Liam stares hard at me, seeming even more unsure. The small smile I send him has him opening his mouth and letting me press the ice cream to his tongue.
“Mmm,” he says, licking his lips. Suddenly, it’s five thousand degrees in here, and I can’t breathe. “That’s, yep, that’s good.”
“Not as good as Ellie,” Travis says. “She’s so fucking sweet, Liam.”
A weird, mousy little squeak comes out of me, and I squeeze the ice cream container so hard the side caves in.
Liam’s eyes are locked on mine with a heated gaze I’ve never seen from him before.
I fan myself with my shirt, feeling my nipples harden and throb around my piercings.
“What’s going on here?” I manage to ask, but Travis takes the spoon from my hand and proceeds to feed me, letting a dollop fall to my chest. A shiver runs through me, but the ice cream instantly starts to melt from how hot my skin is.
It runs down the cut in my sweater, sliding between my boobs.
“Oops.” He grins smugly. “Liam, can you help Ellie clean up?” He steps back, making room for Liam, who hesitates. “I’m not allowed to touch her, but no one said anything about you.”
“I—” Liam starts, and I can’t help but let my eyes fall. There’s a bulge in his jeans and yep...his dick definitely works.
“It’s ok, Liam,” I find myself saying. I know this is bad, but I’m too turned-on to care. I want whatever’s happening. “If you want,” I add.
He nods his head, glancing at Travis, who gently shoves him closer to me. I lean against the counter, arching my back so my chest is on display. Travis steps to my side and grabs hold of my sweater, yanking it down just enough to expose my skin where the ice cream is coating me.
I scan Travis’s face. He stares intently at me. He doesn’t look jealous at all. He’s never acted jealous, but we’ve never done anything like this either. We’ve shared stories, though. I know he’s had threesomes before. I haven’t. I’m not against them, I just never found the right opportunity.
“Are you sure this is ok?” Liam asks warily, eyes darting between Travis and me.
“Yes,” we say together.
Liam dips his head, poking his tongue out and carefully licking between my breasts.
My hands dig into the counter behind me as pleasure ignites inside me.
My eyes stay pinned to Travis as Liam licks ice cream from my chest, dragging his tongue up and down a few laps, then pressing a few light kisses to my neck that have me biting my lip and clenching my thighs.
Travis leans in, whispering in my ear, “Are you wet yet?” I whimper and he grins, shoving Liam out of the kitchen. “Ellie, on the bed. Pants off.”
I stumble, trying to move quickly. I don’t even question his instructions.
“Glad to see you weren’t lying and can still get it up,” he says to Liam, whose erection is painfully obvious now. But so is Travis’s, and he’s not ashamed. He starts stroking himself over his shorts as I climb on the bed and strip my pants off, leaving myself in a red thong and my sweater.
“Fuck, you’re so bad, Ellie. Soaked already. Ruined your pretty little underwear, didn’t you? Take them off, let us see that beautiful pussy.”
My hands go to the waistband of my thong, and I peek at Liam, wanting to make sure he’s not about to run for the hills.
He’s staring right at the wet spot Travis was talking about, desire pouring from his gaze.
I shove the fabric off my hips and toss the thong at Travis.
He catches it easily and licks the material right where my arousal was soaking through. Oh God.
My fists grip the sheets as my body squirms impatiently, and he chuckles. “Don’t worry. Liam’s going to take care of you. Do you want that? You wanna come for him while I watch?”
“Oh, fuck,” I pant. “Yes.”
“You wanna make her feel good, Liam?”
Liam’s throat bobs with a hard swallow. I wonder if he’s going to back out, but he nods, squeezing himself over his shorts, locking eyes with me.
My head rolls back, my thighs shaking in anticipation. I know this is a bad idea. My brain is still a little hazy from the alcohol. Not enough to cloud my judgment, I want this, but I also want an excuse when I wake up tomorrow and can’t look anyone in the eye ever again.
Travis glances over at my nightstand. He knows what I keep there now. “Liam, in the drawer.”
I sit up, about to argue. There’s a new toy waiting in there, and I haven’t had a chance to tell him yet. I haven’t used it. I was waiting for him.
“Uh…” Liam trails off, and Travis steps up, looking into the drawer where a shiny new dildo awaits, along with my trusty bullet vibrator.
“Well, what do we have here?” Travis pulls out the fake pink penis. It’s a modest one with ridges, and I wondered if they’d feel anything like his piercings. “Were you going to use this?” he asks, raspiness in his voice.
I hear the underlying question he won’t ask with Liam here. Was I going to use it without him?
No. I blink twice, trying to test his mind-reading ability, and he gives me a slight nod.
“You want Liam to use it on you?” My mouth opens, but he slaps the dick in Liam’s palm. “Ever used one of these before?”
“What? No!”
“I meant on a girl.”
Liam winces, seeming embarrassed.
“It’s ok. I’ll tell you what to do,” Travis assures him, patting the bed. I scoot down, spreading my legs for them. “You gotta make sure she’s nice and wet first.”
Liam stares blankly at him. Travis grabs Liam’s wrist, leading him between my thighs. Their hands move in a circular motion, gathering my arousal, coating the dildo in it.
“Not wet enough,” Travis muses. I’m definitely wet enough, but I stay quiet. He undoes his shorts, nodding to Liam to do the same, and he obliges. I watch as they pull themselves free. My eyes snap to Liam, not expecting him to be so…thick. It’s always the quiet ones.
My mouth goes dry as they stroke their cocks.
“This turning you on?” Travis stares down at me, pumping his cock lazily.
I nod. My heart is pounding in my chest, all the way down to my clit.
“Touch yourself, tell us when you’re ready for more.”
My hand flies out, rubbing fast circles on myself. There’s really no need, just watching them, both of them, play with themselves in front of me has me ready to go.
“Damn,” Liam breathes out, watching me as he works his cock, his chest rising as fast as mine.
“Ready for that taste, buddy?” Travis asks.
My hand falters, and my eyes dart between the two of them. Not sure where he’s going with this, but doubt that I’ll tell him no either way.
Liam nods eagerly, no longer looking shy or uncertain.
Travis leans down and snatches my wrist, bringing it to Liam’s mouth, and slowly pushes my fingers between his lips.
My skin tingles as Liam sucks and licks the taste of me off my fingers, groaning quietly as he does.
An unbearable ache builds in my core. I’m going to come so fast.
“Told you she was sweet.” Travis gives Liam another nod, and Liam brings the toy back to my clit, sliding it back and forth over me, getting it wetter.
He moves lower, ready to push in, but Travis stops him.
“Tease her a little first, more fun that way.” He smirks at me, knowing I don’t like to be teased. When I’m ready to go I’m ready to go.
I don’t stop him, though. Everything they’re doing, and everything he’s saying is so hot I feel like I’m going to burst into flames.
Following Travis’s instructions, Liam teases me with strokes against my clit, and only feeds me an inch of the fake cock before pulling it back out. I’m writhing on the bed, panting, ready to scream when Travis finally takes mercy on me. “Ok, I think she’s ready now.”
I let out a sigh of relief, and he chuckles. Liam’s eyes flick to me, silently asking for permission, so I smile at him. As soon as I do, he slowly inches the toy inside me. I moan as the rubber stretches me.
“Jesus,” Liam mutters, trying to give himself some love while he buries the toy fully inside me.
Travis slaps the hand Liam has on his cock. “Don’t be selfish, she comes first.” Liam drops his dick so fast I have to bite back my laugh. “Now, thrust in and out just like you would if you were fucking her, but talk to her. Ask her what feels good.”
Liam’s face turns determined as he starts thrusting in and out of me, building up a rhythm. I peer over at Travis, who is already watching me. I can’t help but let my eyes drift to his hard cock, the tip shimmering proof that he’s as turned-on as I am.
“This feel good, Ellie?” Liam asks.
“Yes, don’t stop.”
My words must give him confidence because he leans over the bed, holding himself up with one hand next to my thigh as he pounds the toy into me relentlessly.
“You’re doing so good, Ellie. Shit,” Liam praises, positioning the rubber cock at just the right angle and thrusting deep. “What a perfect little pussy you have. Taking this cock so well.”
Oh Jesus.
“Mother fuck,” Travis grits, his strokes picking up, his eyes zeroed in on where his bandmate is pumping a dildo in and out of my body.
I’m in sensory overload heaven, watching Travis work himself in a frenzy, Liam subtly grinding his dick into the edge of the mattress while fucking me with a toy. I’m about to come, but I don’t want to. Not yet.
“Put your hand around her throat,” Travis commands Liam, who falters. “She likes it.”
Liam doesn’t seem convinced, but he brings his hand up and cups my throat. I arch into it, but he’s not putting any pressure on me.
“Harder,” I moan, and he grunts, fucking me harder. I meant for him to squeeze my throat harder, but that works too.