Chapter 14 #2
“Such a good girl for us. So dirty, but so good.” Will cups the back of my neck in his hand and tugs me down so I’m bent halfway over at the waist. Then he hurriedly unfastens his belt and unzips his pants.
His cock bobs free, thick and hard. From the corner of my eye, I can see Xander do the same, unfastening his pants just enough to free his dick.
He gives himself a stroke as he watches me with Will.
I lick my lips, gathering moisture, then press a kiss to the head of Will’s cock.
“Oh, love, you feel so good,” Will says. “Give me more.”
Looking up at him through my lashes, I part my lips wide and slide over his length.
“Fuck,” he says on a groan. “Fuck, so good.”
“Ready for me, little girl?” Xander asks from behind me, his fingers sliding over my wet folds. “You’re soaking for me, but do you really want this?”
I release Will’s cock long enough to say, “Yes, Da—I mean, yes, Sir.”
Quickly, I swallow down Will again, hoping neither of them heard me nearly call Xander Daddy. How freaking embarrassing.
He doesn’t comment on the near-slip, thankfully, and instead says, “Let me in, mouse.”
I moan in affirmation. A brief, hysterical thought enters my head, how in the old Gothic tales, vampires must be invited into a dwelling. It probably doesn’t apply to vaginas, but the thought makes me smile.
All feelings of hilarity disappear when Xander pushes inside.
“Fuck, you’re so soft, so hot,” he mutters, pulling out slightly before plunging in again.
I hum around Will’s length and hold onto his hips.
He tastes so good, wicked, manly. The night air is cool where it touches my skin.
Xander holds my skirt out of the way and thrusts in and out, his movements sure and steady.
I try to hold myself back, because it shouldn’t feel this good.
What if I get all turned on again but I can’t come? What if it’s too much?
The rumble of city traffic is a faint backdrop to the wet sounds of our fucking. Will cups my tits while I suck him, his hands squeezing the mounds and caressing my nipples. There’s an answering squeeze in my pussy, which causes Xander to grunt.
“Fuck, Autumn,” Xander says, “when you milk my cock, it feels so good. Do that again for me.”
I do, and he swears again, his voice full of wonder. Will begins to pump his hips, taking his own pleasure from my mouth instead of waiting for me to move up and down.
“Tap my leg if I get too rough,” he says, looking down to meet my gaze.
My answering moan causes him to thrust harder. Their thick cocks fill me from both ends—mouth and pussy. I’m surrounded by them and even though it feels dangerous to fuck outside in a parking lot, the risk makes it hotter.
I can feel pleasure building in my core, my limbs tensing.
Xander’s voice is dark and low. “Are you going to come again, little mouse?”
I feel like I might. But I can’t—the sensations are too powerful, my body can’t take it. I close my eyes, struggling to keep the strong feelings at bay.
“Look at Daddy,” Will says.
I look up, meet his gaze.
He gives me a devilish grin, as if he knows what’s going through my head. “You can come, love. Come for us. Come on Xander’s cock, let me feel your moans around mine.”
They know my body too well. Xander holds my hips tight—bruisingly tight—with one hand.
With the other, he reaches under my bunched skirt and gives my clit several back-and-forth strokes.
Will continues to fill my mouth, his strokes getting wilder.
He uses his free hand to pinch my nipple, tugging it slightly just how he knows I need.
My orgasm rushes over me, stronger than a tidal wave, paralyzing me momentarily while every nerve dances and sings.
Will’s come spills over my tongue, down my throat, and Xander groans, his thrusts ending on a final deep one, his cock pulsing inside of me.
The ecstasy holds me in check, I’m dizzy and can’t move.
But when my orgasm finishes, when the aftershocks fade, my body doesn’t return to me right away. My vision goes cloudy, my limbs limp. Is this what it means when an orgasm is so intense that you pass out? Because wow.
“All right, love?” Will asks.
I smile up at him as the dizziness passes. “I’m great, Daddy.”
Will
The trusting tone of her voice, the tender smile on her face. She’s perfect.
Xander pulls out of her and straightens her dress. I help tuck her tits back into the front of her bodice, although if I had my way, tits out would be a dress requirement. She looks fucking amazing this way. Horny, pleasured, used.
We’re going to take her inside and do it all over again. I want to tie her up this time. Xander and I can take turns eating her out until she begs for another release.
When she straightens up, she wobbles slightly.
“Are you certain you’re all right?” Xander asks, taking her arm.
I quickly take her other one.
“Totally fine,” she says, offering him a sweet-yet-uncertain smile. “That was just—wow. You know?”
He chuckles. “I know. You did great, though.”
Fucking finally. He’s praising her, engaging in some aftercare. That last time, when he took off right after, it really hurt our girl.
And I call her our girl, because even if Xander is in denial, that’s what Autumn is: ours.
We reach the back entrance to the building. I unlock it and Xander leads Autumn inside. Two steps into the hallway, though, she crumples toward the floor.
Xander catches her just before she falls. “Autumn?”
“What happened?” I ask, quickly closing and locking the door. We were idiots—someone tried to kill Xander tonight and the three of us just fucked out in the open. Did someone shoot at Xander and get Autumn instead? I don’t smell blood, but—
Autumn moans softly, her eyes closed.
“Did she faint?” I ask.
Xander eases her to the floor and checks her pulse, even though both he and I can hear that she’s breathing, her heart beating.
“Autumn?” I give her a gentle shake, trying to rouse her.
“Mmm.”
A response. Good.
I run to the kitchen. Wet a towel. I bring it back and press it to Autumn’s forehead. Her eyebrows are pinched in pain, her mouth twisted, too.
“Love,” I whisper. “What happened?”
Xander’s gaze is sharp on her face. “Autumn, did you have anything to eat or drink at the banquet?”
No response.
I exchange a look with Xander and he shakes her gently, too.
“Autumn,” he says. “Wake up, mouse. Come on. What’s wrong?”
“Did you see her eat or drink anything?” I ask.
“No, but she went to the parlor to wait for the banquet. She was gone for maybe five minutes. She could have been given something then.”
“Médusant,” I guess, taking Autumn’s hand. “Shit.”
“You think she overdosed on it?” Xander asks.
“The symptoms align,” I say.
“Didn’t I warn her? No,” he says slowly, closing his eyes. “I told her not to talk to anyone. I don’t think I said anything about food or drink. Fuck, this is all my fault.”
The worst part is…médusant forces compliance. So everything we just did with her? That wouldn’t have been true consent.
We sit with her on the floor for an hour before moving her to the bed. We wait two more hours. Three. Four. We alternate wet cloths, and shaking her, talking to her.
Nothing works. We can’t wake her up.
Thank you so much for reading this installment of My Vampire Doms! I hope you enjoyed it.