Chapter 15 Blake #2
“I'm just still trying to wrap my head around the fact you both want me. Like have you seen you guys?” I huff out a nervous laugh.
“Have you seen yourself?” Malcolm asked, his hands gripping my hips from behind. “You're a fucking goddess, Blake.”
My face heated and I looked up at Ethan, searching his eyes for a sign that Mal was full of shit.
“Our perfect goddess.” Ethan gripped my chin before two fingers and kissed me gently. “You're perfect, Rosebud.”
Ethan’s hands ran under my shirt, roaming my body. “Have you ever seen statues of Aphrodite?”
“Yes.” I groaned softly when he cupped my breasts.
“You put them to shame.” He growled, massaging my breasts through my bra.
“Don't say that, she'll get mad.” I gasped, arching against his touch.
“Let her.” Ethan said, pulling off my shirt and tossing it away. “It's you we want to worship.”
I sucked in a breath, leaning my head back, meeting Malcolm's shoulder. “Oh god.” I whispered.
“There's no god here, flower.” Mal whispered in my ear, taking my lobe into his mouth, his hands still playing with my breasts.
I shivered, closing my eyes. These men were straight out of my fantasies.
Ethan’s hands were on my zipper and button, opening them before he pushed my pants down. “Fuck, you're so perfect.” Ethan groaned.
Mal's cock bumped against my ass at full mass, and I could feel my panties getting wet where his cockhead touched–cool metal sending chills through me.
“Feel what you do to me?” He growled in my ear, making me shiver.
“I do; I like it.” I couldn't wait to have him inside me again, watching each piercing slip inside.
“Good.” He kissed my shoulder and undid my bra while Ethan dropped to his knees, taking off my panties, kissing over my stomach, hips and thighs.
“How are you two real?” I groaned as my breasts spilled out, Malcolm's hands catching them immediately.
I stepped out of my panties and when Ethan stood, he kissed me. “You're so beautiful.”
I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. “So are you.” This felt like a dream and if it was, I wish I never woke up.
“Let's get this harness on you. You're going to look so beautiful fucking Malcolm.” Ethan groaned, helping me with the strap on.
His touch was gentle, getting the straps adjusted to be and before I knew it, the toy was standing at attention at my pelvis. I couldn't help but stroke it, biting my lip.
“Show me.” Malcolm said in my ear.
I turned, showing him the toy. “What do you think?”
“Absolutely stunning.” He licked his lips like I was his next meal. “How do you want me?”
“I hadn’t thought about it.” I admitted, nerves creeping up. What if I was bad?
“Hands and knees, Songbird.” Ethan ordered and Malcolm obeyed immediately, rolling onto his hands, pushing his ass out.
“Oh fuck, that's hot.” I groaned, my jaw dropping slightly. Crawling on the bed behind him I could see his hole had a small gape. “You guys did it before I came over?”
“He's too tempting.” Ethan said, handing over a bottle of lube.
I eyed him and licked my lips slowly as I took it. “It's not fair we're the only ones naked.”
“No?” He questioned with a hum. “Let's fix that then” Ethan pulled off his shirt, revealing more tattoos and my pussy clenched as I looked over every inch of his chest.
Fucking hell.
“Lube yourself up, Rosebud. He might be open but a dry toy in your ass doesn't feel the best.”
I swallowed hard and squirted the liquid over the toy, rubbing it in, letting out a shuddered breath. “I've never done this before.” I said again, just in case they forgot.
“I'm honored to be your first.” Malcolm purred, wiggling his ass.
I let out another burst of shaky air and held the dildo in hand, guiding it into his entrance, watching as it spread around the toy. “Oh, fuck.”
“Hot, right?” Ethan asked, smirk on his face.
I couldn't help but nod, pushing my hips forward. “It's big.”
“He can take it. Can't you?”
“I can.” Moaned Malcolm. “It feels so good, flower, stretch my ass.”
“Shit, Malcolm.” I sucked in a breath. He was filthy. Who would have thought that the lead singer of a popular band would be this dirty in the bedroom?
I rocked my hips forward then pulled out slightly and forward again. Slowly gaining momentum in my thrusts.
Mal dropped his face into the bed, keening in pleasure the faster I got. “That's it, flower,” He gasped, the tattoo on his throat jumping. “Just like that.”
“Feels good?” I asked, flushing at how breathtaking he was like this, coming undone for me.
“So fucking good, go harder.” Mal lifted his head, licking his lips. “Own me, flower.”
“Fuck.” I shivered and snapped my hips, fucking him like I had always wanted to be fucked. Hard and dirty. I surged forward, kissing him hard, slipping my tongue into his mouth.
Malcolm moaned against my lips, melting under me and making the most delicious whimpers when I thrusted deep.
“Ain’t that a sight.” Ethan breathed from behind me and I felt a dip on the bed then his hands running from my ass up my back only moments later. “You look stunning taking care of him, Rosebud, but who's taking care of you?”
“Isn't that your job?” I sassed, feeling more confident. I knew my pussy was soaked and it needed to be filled soon. Fucking Malcolm was incredible, but it wouldn't make me cum. How I wish it would.
Ethan hummed, his hands tracing down my arms then back to my hips and over my ass. “Are you turned on from fucking him, Rosebud?”
“Why don't you find out?” I teased, rolling my hips and spreading my legs. My core was twitching with the thought of Ethan’s touch on it.
One of Ethan’s hands traveled down between my thighs, spreading my lips as a finger slid inside. “You're soaked, Rosebud.” He husked and thrusted his finger in and out a few times before adding a second, then a third. “Fuck, Blake.” A whisper came against my ear.
“Please do.” I rocked between them, thrusting forward into Malcolm then sinking onto Ethan’s fingers when I pulled out. Malcolm's moans echoing around the room.
“As you wish, my Rosebud.” He breathed and removed his fingers, immediately thrusting his cock inside, drawing a pleasured yelp from my lips and forcing me into Mal.
“Ah!” Malcolm tossed his head back, dropping to his elbows. “Fucking hell.”
“Does it feel good to fuck while getting fucked?” Ethan asked against my ear, making me shiver.
“Yes. It feels good, you're so deep, Ethan.”
His hands gripped my ass cheeks, squeezing and shaking them. He cursed under his breath, fucking into me harder.
“I'm gonna cum, fuck, Blake, you're gonna make me cum.” Mal gasped and groaned, shaking his ass on the toy, one hand between his legs.
“Cum for Blake, Songbird. Show her how good she's doing.” Ethan reached around me and grabbed his hip, his voice a rough command.
Malcolm grunted and hung his head, gripping at the sheets with one hand as he came.
Fuck that was hot.
I wanted to rub my clit, but the toy was in the way. I was so worked up, I wanted to cum too. I was so close and just needed more stimulation.
Ethan pulled us out of Mal and gripped my elbows. “Ready for your reward for being such a good girl?” He husked, his breath ghosting my skin.
I licked my lips, drawing out my own anticipation. “Yes.”
His grip on my arms tightened and his hips slammed into me with a force I've only ever dreamed of.
The same way I fucked Malcolm.
At the end anyway, once I let go and fucked him how I wanted to be fucked. Ethan was doing the same to me. No. He wasn’t fucking me. He was using me.
His hips slammed into my ass, our skin slapping together as he pistoned in and out. He was using me and I loved every second of it. I wanted more. My pussy clenched around him with need.
“Doing okay, Rosebud?” Other than his voice being gruff, he didn't even sound phased by what was going on.
“So okay.” My voice was a breathy wine and I leaned my head back when he hit my g-spot again.
Holy fucking shit. “Mirrors.” I gasped. With everything else going on, I'd been so focused that I had completely missed the rows of mirrors across Ethan’s ceilings that were actively showcasing our display.
I watched as Ethan pulled out to drive into me again, one tattooed hand, leaving my arm to snake up my shoulder and over my chest until he was gripping my throat.
“Do you like watching yourself be fucked?” He chuckled in my ear, nipping the shell.
His voice vibrated through my body. Ethan ran his nose over my throat before a throaty whisper graced my ears. “Cum for me, Rosebud. Cum on my cock.”
The command had been like a switch that was flipped and my whole body lit up like a Christmas tree. “Oh f– fuck ah!” I pressed back against him, my pussy convulsing around his length, my eyes rolling back.
Never in my life had I ever cum without clit stimulation let alone that hard. Had I ever actually cum before? Was this what real orgasms felt like?
“You're so good for us, so perfect.” Ethan grunted his release, keeping his hand on my throat.
What felt like minutes later, he pulled out and kissed my head. “Dinner is probably here. I'll go get it.” Ethan pecked my lips then kissed Malcolm's head and left.
At some point the strap on had been removed but I honestly don't remember it coming off.
Hands ran up my inner thighs, spreading my legs. I lifted my head and saw Malcolm with a wicked smirk on his face. He pushed my legs wide and dived into my mound, his tongue plunging straight into my core.
“Mal!” I gasped, arching on the bed. “What are you doing?”
“You and E made a mess, I came to clean it up.” He licked up my taint.
My eyes rolled back and my mouth opened in a silent moan. I had just come, I was sensitive and he was licking my most sensitive area.
Malcolm's tongue slipped deep inside, fucking into my core, digging out Ethan’s cum then he moved up to suck at my clit, grazing his teeth over the bud, making me see stars.
My hands went to his hair, gently tugging at the dark strands. “You're gonna make me cum again.” I whined, rocking my hips on his face.
Ethan pulled back, the skin around his lips and chin glistening with a mixture of my juices and Ethan’s cum. A grin on his face as he looked down at me. “Cum on my face, flower. Give me my reward for cleaning you up.”
I licked my lips and groaned, sitting up and grabbing the back of his head, smashing our faces together, kissing him hard. His tongue entered my mouth, searching and I sucked.
He groaned, cupping my face with one hand. “You're so perfect.” Malcolm groaned
“So you keep saying.” I blushed, kissing him again.
He chuckled and kissed down my body, over my neck, across my breasts, giving attention to each nipple before trailing his lips down my stomach.
“Malcolm.” I breathed.
He smiled against my skin, kissing over my bellybutton before pressing his face between my legs again, licking over my clit and sucking gently. Two fingers pressed inside, fucking in and out of me as he attacked my pearl.
I turned my head side to side, moaning as I felt the build up of another orgasm as he stroked the spot inside that turned me to mush.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I keened as I came, my legs wrapping around his head.