Chapter 4 #3
“Aht. Don’t do that. Don’t shame yourself out of pleasure,” Zeke says as he grabs my clit piercing and twists it as Brett covers my mouth in time for me to moan loudly.
I dramatically arch my back and groan when he doesn’t let up.
Just as my orgasm is about to break, he stops.
My whine is practically a sob, and my body is aching for a release.
Brett uncovers my mouth and kisses me softly.
“You’re loud as fuck,” he says sweetly. “I love it.”
“Now… How badly do you want it?” Zeke asks again.
“Are you going to edge me every time I’m mean to myself?” I ask.
“Yes. you wanna try it again, and see?”
“No,” I whine. “Please, Zeke. For the love of Christ… Please make me come.”
“Okay,” he smiles before moving to the bed beside me. “But I want you sitting on my face.”
“Zeke, please don’t do this to me. I don’t even talk half the time, and you expect me to just sit on your face?” I complain.
“Yes, Alice,” he says. “If you want it, come let me give it to you. Brett will make sure you are quiet.”
“What if I suffocate you or something?” I ask.
“You won’t. Stop making excuses, Alice,” he says, smiling. He lays on the bed.
“Unless… you don’t want to come?” Brett asks.
“I could just find someone who would take control instead of making me take that step because they’re too afraid I don’t actually want it,” I retort.
I move to get up like I’m going to follow through with my threat.
Zeke growls as he grabs my waist and hauls me on top of him.
I gasp when I go from laying on the bed to straddling his face in seconds.
Brett moves to the edge of the bed to face me.
He has one hand on the back of my neck and presses the other over my mouth just as Zeke wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls me down on top of his mouth.
My hands find Brett’s biceps and I grip him as Zeke sucks my clit into his mouth.
My moan is practically a scream as my eyes roll back.
“That’s it. Good girl,” Brett praises me softly.
He holds me still, but I can’t stop screaming into his hand.
I can’t tell the difference between one orgasm and the build of another.
My body is violently shaking as he has me coming over and over.
My screams fade into whimpers and tears sting my eyes.
It feels so goddamn good. I don’t know why it’s making me cry.
Nothing about this is worth being upset over.
“Oh, mousy girl. You’re so pretty when you cry for us. ”
Brett uncovers my mouth right as another orgasm is about to explode out of me and kisses me hard. I grab his face and a guttural groan from deep in my chest sounds as my body tenses and my arousal floods out of me. Zeke eagerly drinks from me like a man dying of thirst.
When he unwraps his arms from my thighs, he is still bringing me down from my orgasm.
I am still desperately kissing Brett as my whispers and moans start to fade.
I hear Zeke’s belt before he moves me down and sits up.
He grabs my face and kisses me hard as I sit in his lap.
I can taste my sweet arousal on his tongue, and it makes me groan.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks.
“Yes,” I nod.
“Do you trust me when I say we are clean?”
“Yes.”
“Have you been tested?”
“A few weeks ago, for my birth control implant. I haven't had sex in months,” I say honestly.
“Put your arms around my neck,” he says. I do as he says, and I feel Brett’s hands on my waist and Zeke grips my hips. “I’m not going to lie to you, Alice. This isn’t going to be comfortable at first. Tell me if it’s too much.
“Mhmm,” I say as I bury my face in his neck. I feel the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. As he starts to lower me onto him, I stretch wide to accommodate his massive cock. We both groan as he slowly fills me. I feel like I am being split in two and I am trying so hard not to tense.
“It hurts. You’re too big,” I whimper as he brings tears to my eyes.
“You are doing so well, baby,” Brett praises.
“Just do it. Just fill me in. Going slow hurts too much,” I whimper again.
“Are you sure?” Zeke asks seriously and I nod. Zeke nods to Brett who pulls me back some before covering my mouth again. Zeke pulls out of me a bit and I close my eyes.
Zeke surges into me, suddenly filling me with his cock.
While he groans deeply, a scream racks from my throat but is muffled by Brett’s hand.
I am practically sobbing but I cannot ignore how good it feels to be completely stuffed by him.
He is so fucking huge, and he was right when he said I’d be sore tomorrow. I’ll be sore for the rest of my life.
I am trying to calm down and it helps when Brett uncovers my mouth. “Are you okay?” Zeke asks seriously.
“Mhmm,” I nod. My breathing is quickened.
“Just sit still for a second,” he says as he pulls me to his chest. We wrap our arms around one another as he lays back. “We are going to do the same with Brett, but we have to go slow. He will hurt you if he does it the way I did.”
“Okay,” I whimper. “It hurts my belly. You’re so deep.”
“Do you need to stop?” he asks.
“No. Please don’t,” I say quickly. “I’m okay.” I groan and bury my face when Brett pushes two lube-covered fingers into my ass.
“There you go, baby. Relax for me,” Brett encourages. He slowly fucks me with his hand until I relax completely, then replaces his fingers with the head of his cock.
“Fuck,” I groan as he pushes the head of his cock into me. He slowly and gently fucks my ass, pushing a little deeper with each slow stroke he makes. When Zeke starts to move, everything flips. Suddenly pleasure rolls through me. “Oh, dear heavens.”
“Fuck, Alice,” Zeke moans. “Your tight little cunt is fucking gripping me.”
Brett and I groan deeply when he fills me completely.
“Oh my God,” I moan. “Oh fuck.” They quicken their pace and Zeke covers my mouth before I can get too loud.
My mind feels separate from my body as they fuck me hard.
I tense my muscles at the build of an orgasm and Zeke moans.
Out of reflex, I put my hand over his mouth, and it triggers a frenzy from him and he slams into me.
I keep my hand in place and he moans louder.
Zeke and Brett continue to fuck me harder and deeper as I get stuck in a continuous state of pleasure. My moans are ragged and I can feel them both pulsate inside of me. They’re so fucking big that I feel every twitch of their cock inside of me.
Brett pulls me back against his chest suddenly, and I groan out loud. “Oh, God. I’m gonna come,” I pant.
“Trust me?” Brett asks.
“Uh-huh,” I mumble and nod. He covers my mouth and pinches my nose closed.
Instantly, they both start pounding into me.
My whole body is buzzing as they relentlessly fuck me.
Zeke twists and tugs at my clit piercing while Brett does the same to my nipple piercings with his free hand.
Seconds before they throw me into an orgasm, he lets me breathe.
The rush of oxygen makes my body shake harder as my orgasm washes over me.
Brett keeps my mouth covered but I am nearly silent as it tears through me.
My entire body tenses, and I am gripping them like a vice as they alternate strokes inside of me.
“Fuck,” they moan in near unison as they push in deep to drain themselves.
When the feeling passes, I am suddenly weak. I groan when they pull out of me. I feel so empty suddenly. I get a rush of anxiety when my lustful haze starts to clear.
“Oh god,” I say weakly. “I… oh, no.”
“Shhh. You’re okay,” Zeke says softly. He and Brett surround me in a hug as we lie on the bed, and I relax. The tears still slide down my cheeks. I don’t even know why I’m crying.
“I’m sorry,” I say tearfully. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”
“It’s okay. It’s just a lot to come down from,” Zeke says before kissing my forehead. When I’ve come down some, I end up too weak to do anything except lay there. They do as they promised they would and clean me before dressing me.
“We’re going to take you home. Okay?” Brett says.
“Mhmm,” I force out before Zeke scoops me up into his arms. I lay my head on his chest and snuggle closer. “They will know.”
“They’ll leave it alone when we don’t say anything,” Brett says. “We should find Kaylee so she doesn’t murder us.”
He carries me out of the bedroom and the chatter of the party overwhelms me. I turn into him more and my hair helps make me feel more concealed.
“Kaylee,” Zeke says. “We are taking her home.”
“Whoa. What on earth did you do to her? Is she alive?”
“Yes, smartass. She’s alive,” Zeke says. “She’s just tired.”
“Okay, well… are you sure she’s okay?” She comes closer and brushes my hair from my face. “What did they do to you, sweetie? You’re totally out of it.”
“They stole my energy,” I mumble. “I might be dead. I don’t know.”
“Are you okay though?” she asks.
“I’m okay,” I reassure her.
“Okay,” she smiles. “We can talk tomorrow.”
“Mmmkay,” I mumble and close my eyes.
“I’ll text our address to her phone. Her passcode is 1215,” Kaylee says. “
We move again but a familiar voice catches me off guard and I flinch. “Funny to see her leaving with you two like that,” Fisher says with amusement in his voice. “What. GHB? We all know that prude bitch wouldn’t willingly get with anyone.”
“Fuck off, Fisher,” Brett growls.
“Aw. And here I thought you two liked to share,” he laughs. “She’s pretty fuckable for a fatass. I don’t blame you there, man. Have fun breaking the bitch.”
His words hurt more than they should. I don’t know Fisher but it’s the one insult that feels like a knife to the lung.
Brett and Zeke have never once commented on my weight or size.
Really, they’ve never said anything negative outside of saying I dressed like I worked at a library.
They always implied that my attire made me look innocent. I guess they weren’t wrong.