Chapter 25 #2
“By all means,” Kingston says.
Sebastian runs a finger over my lips. “Open wide. I’m going to fuck your mouth and teach you a lesson.”
My pussy gets wetter than it was before.
“Please, Daddy,” I whisper.
His eyes close halfway as he pushes the head of his cock between my lips.
At the same time, Kingston nudges my thighs apart and presses against my pussy.
The head of his cock is hot, hard. Intrusive.
Yet my body welcomes it, squeezing him as he fills me up.
I feel so full, so loved, holding both of these men in my body at the same time.
They start slowly, stroking into me in a rhythm that heats my blood.
Their hands skim over my back, shoulders, neck, hips, legs, breasts.
A touch along my waist, my neck. Sebastian wraps his hand in my hair.
Kingston traces what I’m sure are marks from the light spankings he gave me on my ass.
Throughout it all, I can only think of how much I love this, how they’ve ruined me for anyone else, how I’d give anything to spend my life with these men, how I’m a slave to the pleasure they offer.
I never want this to end.
And yet biology presses us to seek completion, and after a few minutes of slow, languorous fucking, they begin to pick up speed.
I rock back and forth, encouraging it, because I, too, crave that ultimate climax.
I remind myself that coming isn’t the end of our fun—we can do this again and again, all night long if we want.
“Ella,” Kingston grunts. “You’re so fucking beautiful. And you’re such a good girl for your daddies.”
I can’t respond, but my heart expands at the praise. I want to always be good for them. Do I want to test them? Fuck yes. Do I want to exasperate them until they punish me? That, too. But in the end, I want to be theirs.
“I’m going to come soon,” Sebastian says, “and you’re going to swallow every last drop, princess. I know you’ll be a good girl and do it for me, won’t you?”
I moan and hope he knows it means yes. At this point, they could ask me for anything, and I’d give it to them.
A second later, he thrusts far into my mouth. Hot come spills down my throat. I swallow it just like he requested while he lets go of my hair and cups my cheek in his hand.
“You’re absolutely stunning,” he says, his voice soft.
Kingston pulls my shoulders so I’m up on my knees in front of him. It changes the angle of his punishing thrusts, causing him to hit a place inside of me that sends my senses into overload.
I cry out in delight. Sebastian leans forward and takes one of my nipples in his mouth and sucks hard while Kingston continues to thrust. Kingston reaches around me and starts rubbing his fingers over my slippery clit.
It’s too much—I can’t hold the pleasure back anymore and it breaks through me like a tsunami.
While my pussy tightens in time with my pulsing orgasm, Kingston freezes behind me and groans with his own release.
“Fuck, little girl,” he says against my ear. “So fucking good.”
“Thank you, Daddies,” I whisper.
They carry me to the bathroom where they clean me up, and then we settle into bed together. Schrodinger makes himself comfortable at my feet. He bats at my toes until I giggle.
“You want me to move the little weasel?” Sebastian asks.
“No, he’s already settling down.” My words are slow and tired. This was a big fucking day. Tomorrow it might all hit me that so much happened, but right now I’m well-fucked and completely content.
“I didn’t mean to fall for you,” Sebastian says, his voice choked. “But I’m so fucking glad I did.”
Sebastian
I wake up to movement. Ella’s shifting the blankets around, likely too hot because she’s sleeping between Kingston and me. A glance at the bedside clock shows that it’s four a.m.
When I reach for her and tug her against me, she settles her ass against my pelvis. It feels like the prelude to something more, and my cock immediately grows hard. I put my arm around her and cup one of her breasts, finding the nipple and rolling it gently.
“Yes,” she murmurs, arching into my touch.
“You feeling needy, baby girl?” Kingston asks.
Good, he’s also awake.
“Yes, Daddy,” Ella says.
“I’m going to fuck your pretty tits while Sebastian fucks your delicious cunt,” he says.
“Yes, please, Daddies,” Ella says in the sweetest voice.
I lift Ella’s leg and slide home, into her hot, sweet warmth.
“Hold your tits together for Daddy,” King murmurs, then kisses Ella.
This will be easier if she’s on her back, so I roll onto my back and take her with me so she faces the ceiling, her back to my front.
It’s not the easiest position for fucking, but with Kingston’s and my experience sharing women, we’ve learned to get creative.
I keep my strokes slow and careful, my hands tight on Ella’s hips to hold her in place.
From over her shoulder, I watch as she grabs her breasts and presses them together. Kingston kneels over us, one knee lifted so we have space to move, the other on the bed. He braces his hands on the headboard behind me and shoves his dick between Ella’s tits.
It’s so hot, watching her get fucked like this while her tight pussy hugs my cock.
“Let me help you with those,” I say, moving her hands down to her mound.
Kingston waits while I position Ella’s fingers at her clit.
“Touch yourself here,” I say.
While she rubs at her clit, I push her tits together and Kingston thrusts between them. Ella moans in pleasure and I flick my thumbs over her nipples.
“Yes,” Ella gasps.
The view is perfect—her breasts getting fucked while I hold them. Her hands down at her pussy, rubbing her clit while I pump inside of her. The expanse of her naked body splayed over mine. It’s too fucking good.
“I’m going to come, Daddies,” she says.
“Do it,” Kingston says. “I’m not going to last long. Come for us, little girl.”
She does, her pussy clamping down on me like a slippery vise.
King growls with pleasure and his own thrusts cease while he reaches his climax, too. He’s marking her with his come.
I want to do the same.
I pull out of her pussy and carefully get out from underneath her.
Then I get up on my knees. She watches me with an expression of well-fucked contentment.
Her brown eyes look black in the dim light, and her dark curls frame her face.
Jerking myself off, I come all over her tits and stomach, just like King did.
It’s a claim. She’s ours now, we’ve marked her.
Of course, I’m not going to make her sleep like that, although the idea doesn’t gross me out because apparently I’m a sick freak.
I smile at the idea of making her wear our come for hours.
Maybe some other time, though, if I find out she won’t be against the idea.
I go into the bathroom and run the sink until the water’s warm, and then I wet a washcloth to clean off Ella’s chest.
When I return to the bedroom, King is pulling on his pants.
Ella watches him while I wipe our spilled come from her skin. “What are you getting dressed for?” she asks.
“I have to go to the office,” he says.
“Now?” Ella murmurs. “It’s not even five yet.”
I agree with her. He shouldn’t be leaving now. It’s fucking Saturday. But I finish cleaning Ella while King gets dressed, then I climb into bed next to her.
“Sorry, little girl.” He leans down to give her a brief hug before letting her go. “I love you, and I’ll see you soon.”
“Okay, Daddy.” She purses her lips until he gives her a kiss, then she rolls over and snuggles against me.
I give King a good glare. He has to work now, of all times? Whatever’s waiting for him at the office can surely wait a few more hours.
He just shrugs.
I know the man needs to work and he’s under a lot of pressure right now, but this isn’t cool.
Ella
I’m not sure what time it is when I open my eyes, but Sebastian is still asleep. I carefully get out of bed, not wanting to wake him.
I have the morning off, so I can take my time here.
Maybe I’ll make us breakfast, but first I need to wash away yesterday’s grime.
The washcloths the guys used on me only do so much.
Sebastian won’t mind if I use his shower, so I start the water and grab a towel.
I wish I had some clean clothes, but the next best option is one of Sebastian’s shirts.
I leave the bathroom and find the t-shirt he was wearing last night and take it to the bathroom with me.
As soon as my shower is over, I dry off and put on his shirt. It smells like him, minty and manly, and I hold the neck up to my nose for more. I want his scent turned into air freshener so I can smell it all the time.
“Good morning,” he says as I come out of the bathroom.
“Hey.”
He’s sitting up in the bed, his phone in his hand. Those tattoos of his capture my attention, as they always do. I hurry over to climb into bed next to him and kiss his shoulder. He nuzzles my cheek until I turn my face to his for a kiss.
But his phone buzzes with a message, breaking the spell.
“I’m going to make us something to eat, if that’s okay?” I say, clambering from the bed.
“That would be great, but you don’t have to,” he says.
“I know. Come join me when you feel like it.”
“I’ll be right there.” He lifts his phone to look at the message, and his face pales.
“Shit,” he says, dropping his phone. “ Shit .”
“What? What is it?”
“Get dressed.”
“Okay, but tell me what’s going on,” I ask over my shoulder as I hustle to the living room where we left my clothes last night. There’s the spot where Kingston and Sebastian fucked me. My inner walls clench at the visceral memory of their cocks filling my mouth and pussy.
“We have to go downtown,” Sebastian says. Drawers slam in his bedroom as he finds something to wear, too.
There’s no time to relive last night’s fun. Sebastian sounds shaken, and I’m starting to freak out. My hands tremble as I pull on yesterday’s jeans. I can’t find my bra, so I go without. My shirt and coat will cover me enough. “What is going on? Tell me!”
“He’s in danger. Fuck, Ella, we have to go now .”
“What? What happened? Who’s in danger?”
“Kingston,” he says, his face white. “There’s a bomb threat at the Tyler Analytics building.”