66. Neomi
“Neomi, I want you to sit in this chair.”
Gabriel drags one of the upholstered from the corner and places it at the end of the bed. I drop onto the cushion and wait.
I’ve never been with a dominant man like Gabriel or Lars.
While we don’t use things like rope or paddles, it’s in their quiet power.
Not knowing what could come next builds the anticipation.
I don’t have to think, I just do what I’m told and there’s something so damn freeing in that.
I can fully shut off my brain and simply take part, knowing the only goal is pleasure.
Lars stands by the bed, cock thick and hard between his legs. My eyes float along the hard lines of muscle. His broad shoulders, his thick thighs, the dark trail of hair that leads from his navel to his cock. He’s so beautiful I could cry and he’s mine.
Gabriel walks to him and takes his hand, leading him to stand directly in front of me.
His hands cup Lars’ cheeks and his eyes scan his face.
He’s studying him like it’s the first time, like he wants to remember every feature.
It’s intensely intimate. He leaves scattered kisses along his jaw, each one causing Lars’ head to tilt a little further to give him access.
Gabriel’s lips stay on Lars’ neck, as he nips and licks along the smooth column of skin.
Then his hands travel down. First over the mounds of his pecs, gently pinching his nipples.
Lars sucks in a sharp breath, and when his cock twitches, my core pulses.
My hips rock in the chair as Gabriel's big, powerful hands slide down to his waist, gripping the skin there and pulling him flush to his body.
When their cocks rock against each other, I moan, needing relief.
“I hear you, Siren. You’re allowed to touch yourself if you feel the need.”
Thank fuck.
I part my legs, and two fingers land quickly on my clit, starting slow circles. My breaths quicken as I dip a finger inside, gathering my arousal to slide back up to my clit.
A deep, vibrating groan comes from Gabriel and his eyes flare, looking down to where their cocks slide against each other. Then, he reaches down, adjusts his hips and wraps his hand around both of their cocks. Lars lets out a primal sound, needy and desperate.
Gabriel strokes up and down, and my fingers move faster against my clit. When I see pre-cum drip from the head of Lars’ cock, I slide two fingers inside, fucking myself. The sound of my arousal and Lars’ moans fill the room and it only fans the flames coursing under my skin.
“Goddamn, Lars, your cock is weeping for me. Does my good boy need my mouth?”
“Yes, fuck, Gabriel, please,” Lars pants, breathless.
Gabriel slides his free hand around his neck, pulling him into a messy, reckless kiss. Then he dips down, leaving a trail of wet kisses along his sternum, down his abs, all the way to just above his cock. His knees hit the floor as he grips the base.
Looking up at Lars, he speaks to me, “Eyes on us, Neomi. Watch our good boy as I break him.”
I’m gone, overwhelmed at the sight of Gabriel on his knees. I want to come so badly, the pressure building to an uncomfortable need. My fingers return to my clit as Gabriel opens and takes Lars deep.
“Do it, Lars, fuck his mouth.” I pant.
The words escape me before I can stop them, my approaching orgasm making my tongue loose. But I want to see Lars come, I want to watch the power exchange. Gabriel does nothing but smile around Lars’ cock, then reaching for his own dick to fuck his hand.
“Don’t touch yourself, Gabriel. I want your dick desperate for us,” Lars says, voice raspy and teasing.
Gabriel pulls back, a sly grin on his face. He flattens his tongue along Lars’ length from the base to the crown, flicking his tongue on his slit.
“Look at you, Lars, giving commands. What other plans do you have for me?”
Lars slides his fingers into Gabriel’s hair and grips hard, angling his head to look up at him.
“I’m going to fuck you, Gabriel.”
My soul just left my body.
“Mmmmm, yes. I want you to fuck me with this thick cock, fill me with your cum.”
With his hand still gripping Gabriel’s hair, Lars guides him back onto his length.
Gabriel moves up and down his length, cheeks hollowing, and it’s beyond erotic.
My clit is swollen, my fingers moving faster, and when Gabriel’s tongue curls around the tip, licking his slit, causing my body shakes, overtaken by my orgasm.
My toes curl as my core pulses, every nerve in my body overtaken.
“Fuck!” I scream out.
“Look at how needy our girl is, Lars.” Gabriel croons. “Making such a mess, all at the sight of your cock in my mouth.”
Lars turns to look at me, and all I see in his eyes is a heady combination of want and need.
His hips move faster as I raise my fingers to my mouth, my eyes locked with his, and I suck.
Lars grips Gabriel’s head with both hands now, his hips piston faster, Gabriel taking his entire length.
His lips part and his movements become more erratic until I see his brows lift, his mouth agape and his body seize.
Gabriel gags on the first thrust of Lars’ orgasm, but then I watch as his throat works to swallow everything Lars gives him. Lars’ chest heaves and his eyes are a stormy blue, dark with lust.
Lars releases Gabriel, and he slides off, lips pink and cheeks flushed.
We’re all a sweaty, obscene mess, but I want more.
Lars’ eyes move between Gabriel and me as if he’s not sure where to focus.
Gabriel kisses the tip of his cock, then down to the base and continues up to his navel.
Each kiss is soft, open-mouthed, and reverent.
When our breaths calm, Gabriel says, “Both of you on the bed.”