18
I prepare for bed as my mind obsesses over what we discussed this evening. There’s a gentle knock at my door, and my breath hitches; assuming it’s Gabe and I compose my nerves. It’s late. He found me in his bed this morning, and maybe, just maybe, he wanted me to climb into his bed again.
But it’s not Gabe’s chiseled jaw that greets me; it’s Cormac's sullen stare, leaning casually against my door frame.
“Can I help you?” I ask, knowing exactly why he’s here, but I’ll play dumb anyway, just for fun.
“Yes,” he replies swiftly, nostrils flared, eyes running down my hard nipples protruding through the single layer of fabric. I bite my lower lip while twirling my golden hair around my finger, knowing it will get him going.
“Do tell me how I can help you?” I challenge, flirtatiously, batting my eyelashes.
“By wrapping those lips around my cock,” he hits bluntly, getting straight to the point, which is how Cormac works – cutting to the chase.
“Well, you know how to woo a girl, right?” I flirted, wondering if Gabe was nearby, and overheard his son speak to his houseguest in a dirty manner. That thought makes me a little self-conscious, and Cormac seems to notice it, although he’s unlikely to know the reason why.
“Are you going to invite me?” those eyes drill holes into my skull. “So, we can have some privacy while you help me.”
“Under your father’s roof?” I add to gauge where his head is at.
“And? He’s downstairs, getting ready for his shift. He won’t hear you scream,” he replies with a hint of malice.
I snort as my armor drops and step back to open the door wider for him to slip inside my lair. As he slides past me, pressing his body against mine, he presses his lips against my temple as his big hand finds my butt cheek and squeezes.
He waltzes in like he owns the place and parks his butt on my bed. As I close the door, a hand appears and pushes the door back, a dimpled smile, inviting himself in as well. “I heard there was a party going on in here,” Blake croons, nestling his face into the curve of my neck and nibbling my earlobe while his hand strokes the base of my spine just above my butt crack.
“There’s no party,” I assert, as Cormac makes himself at home on my bed, lying back and resting his head on my pillow.
Blake pokes his head behind the drapes and inspects outside, and I wonder what he’s looking for in the dark since this side of the house faces the lake. “There is now,” Blake argues, moving away from the blind and cocking his eyebrows at me.
“What are you looking out there?” I ask suspiciously, folding my arms and shooting him some venom.
“Nosy people,” he replies, standing over me and inhaling the scent of my hair as his hand glides down my back.
“Doing what?” I gasp, stepping to the window and checking behind the blind for perving eyeballs. I flinch a little when it’s my face in the reflection I see, so I cup my face to block out the light from my room, and a string of tiny headlights along the road on the other side of the lake is the only thing I can see. “There’s nothing out there.”
“I know,” Blake replies, taking my hand to pull me away from the window. “I scared them off.”
“Who? Who is watching me?” I enquire as he leads me to the bed where Cormac lies with his hands behind his head. “The men who broke into my apartment.”
“Rae, scanning my environment for spies is a natural part of what I do in my line of work,” he replies, pulling me in close and slamming our bodies together. “Being vigilant is important, but don’t worry, we have your back.”
“Do you now? You have a habit of leaving me alone for long periods in this house, so I doubt you are that concerned about my safety,” I argue, placing my hand on his chest to push him away.
“Should I tell her?” he asks Cormac.
“Tell me what?’ I snarl, lengthening the distance between me and Blake.
Cormac cocks his eyebrows, watching me closely under those eyelashes over sleepy eyes. “We’ve got security set up here, and we receive notifications on our phones whenever someone triggers the camera.”
“Oh,” I reply. “That’s okay then.” Fear shivers down my back. “Do you think Blackadder might send someone here to hurt me?”
“We’re prepared for everything,” Blake explains, pulling me in close again. “Have you ever been fucked by two men at once?”
“I’m sorry, I thought we were talking about security,” I snarl, perturbed by the sudden rise of nerves firing inside my stomach and chest.
“That’s a no,” Cormac replies. “You’ve gone without sex for two years, so we’re helping you to make up for lost time.” “How kind?” I answer, and then Blake claims my mouth, kissing me longingly, drawing a sigh from my lips, and weakening my thighs.
I pull away, but he snatches my hand, so I can’t escape. “Mouth or pussy?” he asks Cormac while drilling me with his devilish stare.
“Don’t I have a say?” I growl, trying to pull away because this discussion makes me nervous. I’ve never been with two men at once, but if I were to choose two men on this entire earth, it would be these two…or maybe Gabe, but he has distanced himself from me, and there’s been no more talk of the dinner date he asked me to go on. Perhaps he’s given up on me or stepped back to allow his son and Blake to have me, but there’s room for him, too.
“No,” both men answer comically.
“You’re ours for the night, sweetheart,” Blake croons. “And we’re not going anywhere.”
“I want her mouth,” Cormac finally answers, as if he needed to consider the pros and cons.
“Perfect,” Blake replies with a twinkle in his chocolate eyes. “I’ll rail her pussy.”
“I ask once again, do I have a say in this fuckfest?” I declare heatedly, although my anger is fake because I’m more than angry. The thought of these two delicious men turning my body into butter is making me wet and horny.
“Killer,” Cormac serves, knowing that it gets me going. “Slayer.”
I bite my lip as my clit lurches, and I have to suppress the urge to rip his jeans down and suck his cock.
Blake tucks a curl of my golden hair behind my ear, leans down, and whispers into my ear, “We…butchered…The…Pig…for… you. ”
I can’t take it anymore and leap into his arms as he possesses my mouth, carries me to the bed, and throws me down next to Cormac. The swimmer quickly rolls over onto me, seizes my wrists and raise them above my head, and starts grinding his groin against my pussy, stimulating my senses.
“Killer,” he whispers. They’ve unlocked the code to my horniness and are using it for all its worth. I sigh as the orgasm is brimming with every movement, and already, my shorts are saturated.
“Hurry up,” I cry, tipping my head back, desperately trying to stall the impending orgasm to make it last. “I’m cumming . Hurry up.”
“Out the way, Cormac,” Blake instructs, “I’ve got her pussy.”
Cormac rolls off me, releasing my wrists, and again, I notice that even though I’m nervous, I’m not on the edge of an anxiety attack. My lungs feel good, and I’m in control of my nerves, although my horniness is out of control. I have a sense of freedom knowing that I’ve improved, thanks to these two, but only Blake and Cormac are awarded a pass to ruin my body. And Gabe, of course, but he seems less interested.
My shorts are whipped down, and I’m flipped over onto my stomach. “Hands and knees, sweetheart,” Blake demands, smacking my butt cheek as the sting adds to the erotic chaos between my legs.
I do as he says as Cormac kneels before me, dropping his jeans, revealing his length that’s sticking out like a rod, only an inch away from my hungry mouth. There’s a droplet of pre-cum on his shiny head, and I stretch my neck to reach it with my tongue, but he growls, “Not yet.”
The rustling of clothes behind me, followed by a prod into the back of my thigh, and I knew my boys were ready. The sensation of Blake's cock filling up as he slides into my wet, hungry pussy. I wiggle my butt to flirt with him and clench down on his cock to tighten the sensation, and he grunts, “Nice.”
He waits patiently as Cormac prods the tip of his cock against my lips, playing flirtatiously, knowing that I want to take him in my mouth and that I’m ready to be taunted. Cormac places a warm, large hand on the top of my head to guide me as he slides his cock in my mouth. It’s a strange sensation to be penetrated at both ends like this, and I temper my anxiety as he starts to move inside my mouth. If I did this even a year ago, I would feel as if I was being choked and would’ve scrapped like an alley cat to get him off me. But now, I want them to take me to new heights – the line between pleasure and pain, adrenaline and fear, airplay arousal and asphyxiation.
Being a murderer who hangs out with other murderers, committing one of the most deviant of atrocities, has moved me to a new level of self-perception. How far am I willing to go before I find my limits?
As Blake starts railing me from behind, my body jolts, and Cormac’s cock naturally inches further into my mouth, striking the back of my throat. I breathe through my nose to ease the rising anxiety of being choked.
My breath hitches, and I wrap my hand around Cormac’s cock to take control, but his hand on the back of my head pushes my mouth further over his length. He increases his pace, moving in and out as I remove my hand from his cock and latch onto his forearm.
“Are you okay, Rae?” Cormac asks calmly, noticing my small flight of panic. “Tell us if you want us to stop?”
I nod, unable to answer due to my mouth being stifled by his cock. To demonstrate to them that I’m totally into this, I start moving my mouth up and down over his length while slamming my butt against Blake’s balls.
We fall into a rhythm and my breath and anxiety ease as arousal streams from the tip of my toes to the salty taste in my mouth from the swimmer’s cock. I feel a new sensation emerging, one I hadn’t felt before of something I’m guessing Blake’s finger worming into my tight hole as he continues to pound my saturated pussy. His finger jiggles about in my anus, stimulating the impending orgasm, and I gasp over Cormac’s cock.
“You like that?” Blake asks, and I nod in reply. Immediately, my tight hole expands a little more as it feels as if he’s inserted two fingers and continues to ram his hips while moving his fingers inside my hole.
“Don’t you bite down on me,” Cormac warns as my mouth clamps down on his length, and I have to restrain myself from not digging my teeth into him.
I cry out as my entire body snags, contracting lungs, cervix, thighs, clit, and jaw, and for a tiny moment, I lose my breath and contort. I clench down on their cocks, and they grunt at the same time as warm fluid spurts into my canal, yet Blake’s finger keeps working my tight hole.
Cormac is not quite done and seizes a bunch of my hair and pulls it tight, tipping my head back as he drills down into my mouth and down my throat, moving those impressive hips faster, fucking my mouth until I scream and offloads into my mouth.
“Swallow,” he demands, still holding my hair, and I let his warm fluid slide down my throat. He pulls out, shiny and wet, and puts his half-erect cock away as Blake worms further into my tight hole. Cormac claims my mouth with a soulful kiss that shudders through me, triggering another orgasm. He breaks the wonderful kiss, and I reach for him, desperate to be cradled in those long, strong arms, but he brushes my hands away and instead lays down on his back, tucking his head between my legs and as soon as his tongue strikes my clit, I cry out in thunderous arousal.
I grind my pussy against his tongue as Blake fucks my asshole with his fingers, striking a g spot as he does it, setting my body on fire. Cormac pulls me down into his face so I’m sitting on him while his hands slide up to my breasts and those naughty fingers play with my nipples.
“Have you ever been here before, Rae?” Blake asks smoothly behind me, nibbling my shoulder as his other hand softly brushes up and down my spine.
“No,” I sigh, unable to say much because this is the peak of my pleasure, heavenly erotism claiming every inch of my skin and folding me inside out. This is it. Nothing good surpasses this.
Cormac’s strong hands seize my thighs and pull me down hard on his face, encouraging me to bounce on him. Blake’s fingers on one hand continue to work my tight hole while the other hand claims my left breast, squeezing as he licks up and down the curve of my neck. As I bounce on Cormac’s face and that tongue licks my clit like a cat drinking milk, my breasts jiggle, and he wraps his arm over them both, burying his face into my neck.
The second orgasm comes rapidly, spilling over, shuddering through my core, and I let Blake hold me as I pant desperately, still bouncing while being licked and eaten.
“Oh god,” I growl from the back of my throat as the licking and eating continues until there is nothing left, and I am spent, crumbled into a rubbery mess onto Cormac’s solid body.
We crawl under the blankets, with me sandwiched between these two extraordinary men. Sweet nothings are whispered into my ears of promises made that will probably never be kept, desires planned, objectives prearranged.
This could be misconstrued as heaven on earth, but I know it won’t last because nothing lasts forever. But there’s nothing wrong with leaving your body for a while to play out a fantasy that will never be realized.
But at least I can look back in years to come and reminisce about when three became one and how life was good for a while.