2. Violet #4
Levi undid my bra and tugged the straps down my arms, until I was completely naked, wearing nothing but the necklace X had put around my neck earlier that night when we’d been getting ready.
I wanted him here.
But then Whip led me to the throne, and I settled onto it. I gasped as the cold leather touched my bare skin and instinctively squeezed my legs together and wrapped my arms across my chest.
Like they’d planned it, Whip and Levi both fell to their knees in front of me. Whip found the restraint built into the left armrest and undid it. He fixed his gaze on me, silently waiting for me to put my wrist inside it.
I relaxed a little, reassured by his presence, and laid my arms on the rests.
Levi fit the soft, pliable restraint around my right wrist, while Whip did the left.
“Spread those pretty thighs for me.” Whip pushed my legs apart, lining my left ankle up with the foot of the throne, and wrapping another restraint around it. Levi worked the matching one.
Leaving me strapped to the chair, legs spread wide, and my naked body reflected in every surface.
That hot pink blush flushed my body once more, but this time it was because of me. I saw myself, center of the erotic scene, two handsome men on their knees in front of me.
I could be Seraphina.
She would have been owning every second of this. And so was I.
“Put your tongue on me,” I told them.
Levi moaned and wasted no time slipping beneath the chair. A second later, his tongue came through the hole, licking his way past my pussy lips so he could taste my arousal.
I wanted to close my eyes at the feel of him there, but Whip didn’t give me a chance.
He kissed my mouth, deep and sensual, until the room spun.
He fisted my hair, tilting my head back to give him access to my throat and neck and then he slowly worked his way down, one kiss, one lick at a time, until he’d covered my cleavage.
One hand found my breast, his mouth attached to my nipple and he sucked hard, drawing a deep noise of pleasure I couldn’t keep back.
Levi’s tongue beneath me was wicked. He knew exactly how to touch me to get me there fast, and he wasted no time, licking my clit, playing with it until my hips rocked unconsciously, my body seeking out more.
His fingers knew what to do. They speared me open and two of them filled me. The pleasure was instant. I ground down on the seat, meeting the thrust of his fingers, loving the feel of his tongue, matched by Whip playing with my breasts.
I forced my eyes to open and looked over at the three of us in the mirror.
Levi’s free hand was inside his pants, relieving some of the pressure we’d been building all night. I wanted to see more of him working his length.
“Blow him,” I told Whip.
He looked up from my tits, heat in his eyes, and then did exactly what I’d told him. He knelt between Levi’s legs and took over what he’d started.
Levi moaned beneath me as Whip put his mouth around his hardened cock. The vibrations travelled across my wet, sensitive areas and straight up inside me. An orgasm teetered on the edge, and all it took was me and Whip making eye contact in the mirror, and another finger from Levi, before I fell.
The pleasure spiraled from his fingers and tongue through my core and then my arms and legs.
I jerked against the restraints, my brain entirely blanking that they were there and I couldn’t move when all I could think about was the sensation.
I shouted his name and threw my head back, since that was the only part of my body I had full control over.
I’d given the rest of it up to them.
And Levi took full advantage of it, licking me through the orgasm, and continuing even when I begged him to stop.
“If you’re going to sit on a throne, you gotta expect more than one orgasm.” Whip looked up from Levi’s cock. “Take it because you deserve it.”
My legs trembled.
I stared at myself in the mirror, my body flushed pink with heat, my nipples wet from Whip’s mouth, my pussy exposed and glistening.
The door swung open.
I flinched at the sudden movement and realized how vulnerable I was. There was nothing I could do about the fact someone had just walked in on us. I couldn’t cover myself. Couldn’t get up and hide in a corner with embarrassment.
And I didn’t need to.
Because it was X’s brown-eyed gaze that stared back at me. He dropped his silver tray on the floor and pulled the string on his costume’s apron. “Thank fuck I found you guys! I just walked in on Fang dick deep in—”
I squeezed my eyes shut and shouted, “X! Brother, remember?”
X grimaced, kicking the door shut behind him. “Oh, right. I always forget that. You probably don’t want to know about the sounds I heard then, do you?”
I stared at him. “Not even a little bit.”
He nodded. “Right! So…what are we doing? Bit of pussy licking? Bit of anal maybe, Levi? Whip looks like he’s pretty close to touching your butthole…”
Levi stuck his head out from beneath the throne. “Is there any scenario in which you come in here and don’t commentate?”
X grinned, pulling off his shirt. “Nope.” He cleared his throat. “X joins the gang bang by taking off his clothes, revealing abs of steel, and biceps a body builder would be proud of.”
“Whip instantly loses his erection,” Whip wryly added from his spot on the floor.
X winked at him. “I’d offer to help with that, but we all know how that turned out last time.
” He surveyed the scene…. “Okay so we’re role-playing?
Where do you want me? I could play the creepy perv who watches while tugging on his own dick…
or I could be the servant getting whipped by the master… you wanna whip me, Omelet?”
I shook my head. “Probably not?”
X nodded. “Smart. I bruise like a peach.”
A mix of happiness and pure horniness filled me now all three of them were here.
We didn’t get the chance for all of us to be together often, but something inside me felt complete every time we were.
Even though X’s attempts at male-on-male action had been hilarious and completely unsuccessful, he never found it weird for the four of us to be naked in a room together.
Whip and Levi had both promised they would never try to put anything in his asshole, and the arrangement had worked out well ever since.
I looked at X. “Undo my restraints.”
X winked at me. “Is it ’cause you want to touch my butt? I don’t like it when they do, but when you do…different story.”
Normally, I would have joked back. But Seraphina, most wanted woman in the club still seemed to be running through my veins. “It’s because I want one of you in mine.”
X’s mouth dropped open, and then he grinned. “Dirty.” He walked over to undo the straps.
The pop of each pressed stud filled the small room, and when I was free, I stood. “Whip. Sit.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “You’re giving up your throne?”
“Only momentarily.”
He looked confused by that, but he took my spot, legs spread wide, his thick cock jutting up proudly. I bent over, taking it into my mouth, slicking him so good he dropped his hand to the back of my head, encouraging me further.
But I pushed it away and stood once more. Then turned my back on him. I spread my legs, lining his cock up with my rear opening.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Whip bit out gruffly. “No lube?”
But the precum leaking from the tip of him, mixed with the arousal pooling at my pussy entrance was more than enough to get his cockhead slick.
I supported my weight with my hands on the armrests either side of him, and rocked my hips.
His cock rubbed across my pussy, and between my ass cheeks, all the lubing up I needed.
Plus, we’d had plenty of anal sex since the first time we’d tried this. I was no virgin anymore, my body easily taking each of theirs. I worked my ass against Whip’s tip, taking a little more of him with each thrust.
X, jokes forgotten and dick hard from watching me with Whip, found my clit with his fingers and worked it in slow circles, increasing the pleasure, until my body was craving the fullness of having them inside me.
I inched my way down on Whip and he groaned, reaching one arm around from behind me so he could play with my nipples.
X’s mouth found my neck and when I was fully seated on Whip’s cock, I could relax enough to reach for X’s dick, stroking him, and guiding him to my other entrance. “I want you both inside me.”
X stared down at the spot between my legs. I did too, feeling the fullness of Whip behind me, him trembling just a little with the need to move but not letting himself until I had everything I needed.
X leaned over me and kissed my mouth. “You are so beautiful like this, Violet. Fuck, I love you.”
“I love you too,” I whispered to him, meaning every syllable so much it hurt. I never felt truly complete without all three of them. They were the men who filled the missing parts of me, the four of us whole only because we were together.
I didn’t care what people thought. Didn’t care who judged us. They didn’t know what this felt like, to have your soul connected not with just one man, but multiple.
But X and Levi and Whip knew.
I lost myself in X’s tongue and his fingers on my clit and his dick notching at the entrance to my pussy and then pushing in.
I shouted at the intrusion, already so full of Whip, and neither of them small men to begin with. My body stretched for them though, like I was made for this, and it was me who picked the rhythm. Me whose hips rose and fell, me who found just the perfect angle where both men inside me worked.