Eight
Theo hoists me up and tosses me over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and walks with purpose down the path that leads to their front door. I can feel the cool air caressing my now fully exposed ass and instinctively, I reach back to tug my dress down into place but my hand is swatted away.
“Don’t you dare.” I don’t see the person that says it, but I know from the deep vibrato of his voice that it’s Alexander. “I can see how wet and shiny you already are for us. Don’t cover yourself.”
We cross the threshold into the darkened beach house and the tension that has been building between the three of us for days, and especially for the last few hours, comes to a rolling boil. The house is silent, save for the sounds of our breaths and the rapid beating of our collective hearts.
Theo lowers me to the floor and I sway on my heels for a moment before reaching down to slip them off my feet.
He stops me.
“Wait. Let us do that for you.” Theo says before taking my hand. I look to my left and Alexander is there to take my other hand. “From this moment forward, there is nothing but open communication and pleasure between us.”
Alexander chimes in next, “If you, at any moment, feel uncomfortable, overwhelmed, or simply need a break, you just tell us. No elaborate safewords. Just tell us you need to stop and we will, no questions asked. Do you understand?”
I nod. “Yes,” I lick my lips. “I understand.”
“Good,” Theo says, pulling me along to walk with them. “Let’s have some fun then, shall we?”
I’m led through the house to the main living area and the only light prescent is coming from the soft, yellow lighting that illuminates some of the artwork on the walls and the moonlight coming in through the large, floor to ceiling glass windows.
There are two, long white sofas that face one another in the center of the room with a chic, glass coffee table between them.
“Sit,” Alexander demands, nodding toward the sofa on the left side, the one that is facing the ocean.. the glass windows.
I release their hands and do as I’m told, sinking onto the plush, very expensive look (and feeling) sofa.
I watch in awe as Theo and Alexander move around one another like very practiced tigers beginning to seduce their prey.
Alexander walks behind the sofa and Theo remains in front of me. I watch in awe as he sinks to his knees before me and wraps his fingers around my left ankle as Alexander curls his hand around my throat from behind.
He squeezes just enough for me to feel pressure but not enough to hinder my breathing.
“Watch him,” Alexander commands. “Don’t take your eyes off of him.”
That’s not a burden at all. Theo is incredible to look at, especially when I’m watching him gently remove my high heels one by one and dropping them to the floor beside him.
He massages my sore feet, pressing his thumbs into the arches and it feels so damn good.
I arch my back and moan at that touch alone.
“Make that noise again, and I’ll fuck you right here, right now.” Theo warns with a sly smile.
“Promises, promises,” I reply and bite my bottom lip when he glides his thumb nail from my heel to the tip of my big toe.
I feel Alexander slide his hand down to my chest then over to my left shoulder, pushing the fabric of my dress down to hang there loosely. He follows up with the left side as well, leaving my breasts one, simple move away from being fully exposed.
He leans down and presses a kiss to the top of my head, then the curve of my ear, then the crook of my neck.
Theo is inching his hands up my thighs, higher and higher, pushing my dress toward my waist as he goes. The top part of my dress falls, meeting the bottom at the center of my body.
I’m totally exposed save for the bunched up fabric around my waist.
“You’re just as fucking delicious as we thought you’d be,” Theo says before placing wet, open mouth kisses up my left inner thigh.
I arch back and my lips part in a moan. Alexander takes his opportunity to bend at the waist, capture my jaw in his hand and smash his mouth into mine in a deep, heated kiss.
My skin erupts in goosebumps at the dual sensations. I’m drinking Alexander in while Theo is dangerously close to drinking me in in a completely different way. He’s so close to my pussy that I can feel the heat of his breath on my tender flesh. I could almost cry out at that thought alone.
But when he wraps his hands under my knees and hoists my legs up and over his shoulders, that’s when a startled screech escapes my lips and I laugh.
“Sorry,” I tell them. “That caught me off guard.”
Alexander caresses my face and smiles back at me. “I can’t wait to hear you make that sound again when my cock is buried deep in your mouth.”
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
I barely have time to react because in that exact moment, Theo’s tongue slid from my hole to my clit in one solid motion.
“Oh god, Oh my god,” I whimper but they are muffled by Alexander’s lips once again. I part mine to allow our tongues the space to move together, dancing much like we were doing less than an hour ago.
I’ve never had a man so expertly go down on me before, but it’s like Theo has a goddamned master’s degree in eating pussy.
He’s gentle yet firm in all the right ways, sucking and flicking my clit and paying attention to my body to know when to slow down when I’m too close to the edge for his liking.
Alexander is still kissing me but now his hands are on my breasts, teasing and pinching my nipples, which only sends more shockwaves between my legs.
I’m putty in their hands instantly. I’m here for their pleasure and they are here for mine.
I hear the clink of a belt unbuckling and it makes my toes curl in anticipation. I’m not even sure whose belt it belongs to.
Theo, much to my chagrin, returns to his feet and twirls his finger in the air. “Turn around. Knees on the sofa, forearms resting on the back so you’re facing Alex.”
It’s the first time I’ve heard him call him that. It’s so sexy… so personal.
I do as I’m told and flip over to kneel on the sofa cushions and I’m met face to face with Alexander’s now open belt and undone fly. I’m at the perfect height. Perhaps this sofa was purchased with this exact thought in mind.
He bends slightly to cup my face in his hands and kisses me softly.
It’s so tender and sweet, such a contrast from the intensity of our every other connection thus far.
I can hear Theo undressing behind me and my hands begin to shake.
The nervous excitement in the air is palpable.
I feel strong hands glide over my hips then down to squeeze the globes of my ass and pull them apart.
“Look at me, baby,” Alexander says as he takes a step back and reaches into his open slacks to pull his very impressive cock free. It’s thick with a strong vein down the side and a round, slightly pink head. “Are you ready to suck my cock?”
I lick my lips but gasp in pleasure before I can answer.
Theo has begun feasting on me from behind.
“Oh god, oh god yes.” I arch my back, searching for more friction, greedy with need even though I’m being showered with attention.
He smirks and steps back into my space and presses the tip of his dick to my lips, which I happily part, allowing him unfettered access to my mouth.
I groan in pleasure around him when Theo flicks his tongue against my clit and presses a digit into my pussy.
I reach up and wrap my fingers around his shaft and slowly stroke in time with the bobs of my head, taking him deep to the back of my throat, fighting any gag reflex that makes itself known.
Theo moves away from me and I whimper at the loss of contact, but soon, I feel him shift my body slightly before he takes a seat on the sofa next to me. He takes me by the waist and tugs me to sit astride him. Alexander side steps along with me, maintaining complete contact with my hand and mouth.
“I’m going to fuck you now, poco spezia,” Theo tells me as he reaches underneath my body to place his cock at the entrace of my soaking wet pussy.
I shift down, trying to take it for myself but he stops me, keeping me just far enough that I can’t sink down.
He’s laughing at me. He likes teasing me. “Say please,” he demands.
I let Alexander’s dick leave my mouth with a pop. “Pleasssse,” I shamelessly beg. I don’t even care how it makes me look. My feminist ancestors are rolling over their graves. I want him to fuck me now, and I’ll beg for it if I must.
“Take Alex’s cock all the way down your throat and I’ll slam into that perfect pussy.”
“Christ,” Alexander groans in response, gripping the makeshift ponytail he’s pulled my hair into. “Please do that.”
So… I do. I lean slightly to my left, pressing my naked chest into Theo’s and swallow Alexander’s cock back down my throat just as Theo holds my hips firm and thrusts up inside of me.
I scream and nearly choke, but the pain quickly bleeds into pleasure that’d I’d kill to feel for the rest of my life.
We find a rhythm, the three of us. As my mouth is being fucked by Alexander, but Theo pistons his hips upward, fucking me expertly until I feel myself teetering on the very edge of oblivion.
As if they can read my mind, knowing I’m close to the end, Alexander caresses my cheek. “I’m going to come in your mouth. Will you swallow?” I nod and he smiles. “Good girl.”
Theo wraps his around my waist and shifts the angle of his body so he’s pushing deeper with each thrust and that’s enough to push me over to my orgasm.
I mewl and moan and gasp without letting Alexander leave my mouth.
“That’s it, poca spezia,” Theo growls under me. “Come for us.”
And I do. I detonate and my whole body begins to shake and contract. The walls deep inside of my squeeze and release over and over until I feel Theo begin to pulse with release with a growl buried against my chest.
Alexander is next with three quick ruts against my face, he stills, spills down my throat and I greedily swallow every drop.
We stay like that for a moment, me on Theo’s lap and him buried inside of me, and Alexander standing behind the sofa with his cock in my mouth… both of them still slowly thrusting into my body, like they can’t get enough.
Theo rains kisses across my chest when they finally pull from me and Alexander does the same on the crown of my head.
“You did amazing.” Theo says.
“You were incredible,” Alexander adds.
They both praise me, touch me, massage me, and provide the most aftercare I’ve ever had in my life.
“We have a problem,” I tell them when they help me stand to lead me to the shower.
“What is it?” Alexander asks.
“I’m going to need that multiple times a day while we are here. You’ve created a monster.”
They both laugh.
“Oh, poca spezia, that was only the beginning.”