Grace
Twenty-Two
“ M y pleasure.” Julian moans against my neck and pulls his hand away from where he was just about to reach under my lace panties.
I whimper a little at the action, but don’t have time to complain as I’m being lifted up into Julian’s arms. “Hang tight, treasure.” He growls.
“I just need to grab some things before we go and play.”
Oh boy, do I like the sound of that.
I hide my face in his neck, peppering little kisses against the exposed skin.
He shivers, but doesn’t tell me to stop.
I hear him rummaging around in the kitchen drawers and cupboards.
My pussy clenches on air in anticipation at what is about to happen.
“Julian.” I croon his name. “I’m so fucking excited.
” I admit. My breath becomes ragged with frustration at the slow pace Julian is moving.
“Same, treasure. Same.”
“Then hurry the fuck up.” I groan. “I’ve waited three years for you. I can’t wait much longer.”
He chuckles and closes the fridge . When we eventually reach the bedroom, he puts whatever he brought with him on the table and slides me down his body.
His eyes meet mine, they glow with desire.
His fingers stroke along my throat as he walks behind me and unzips my dress.
“This is too pretty to ruin.” He licks up my neck, then nips at my ear.
“Ruin?” I breathe. Bouncing up and down on my toes, wanting to jump at him, but knowing that he’s right and I should remove the dress.
“Oh, baby. Things are about to get messy, in the best kind of way.” He kisses my neck again while slowly undoing the tie of the halterneck.
Torturing me even more. “I’ve seen you in a state of undress many times.
Yet, your beauty still shocks me every time.
” He kneels behind me and taps my legs, instructing me to step out of the dress.
I go to undo the straps of the heels while he carefully places my dress on the dresser.
“Keep them on and go sit on the bed, treasure.” He instructs. “Close your eyes.”
I comply with a huff, and soon feel a blindfold being tied around my head. “Julian.” I reach out for him and the asshole steps back. “What are you doing?”
If he doesn’t touch me soon, I swear I’m going to combust!
“We want to play a game.” He sounds close, yet still too far for me to feel him. “Trust us, Grace. It’s all for you. Everything we do is for you. We are yours, treasure, yours to control, yours to use, yours to love.”
“Juliannn.” I whine. “Romance later, just touch me, please.”
I hear the door open and close again. “You know you can stop us at any point, gattina. All you have to do is say the word.”
“I know. And I am saying a word. Multiple in fact.” I furrow my brows even though they can’t see them. “Touch. Me. Or at least let me touch you.” I reach out, trying to find them.
Two sets of hands start stroking over me, fucking finally. I’m not sure who's touching my legs and who’s touching my shoulders though. But I don’t care, I just needed to feel them. I reach out again, only for my hands to get grabbed and held over my head as I get pushed back gently.
My legs get parted slightly and a kiss gets planted on my thigh, by the roughness of the stubble it's Julian. Dante is always so clean shaven, Julian always sports a five o’clock shadow.
Normally I hate it but it suits him really well.
Plus it’s handy now to know who’s who. The slight scratches against my thighs from his sharp hairs are welcoming.
Julian hooks his fingers on the edges of my panties and starts gliding them down my legs.
Now fully naked, and temporarily blinded, in a room with two psychotic men I should feel vulnerable.
And yet, I feel the safest I have ever felt in my life.
My heart races so damn hard I’m worried they can hear it.
“Open your mouth, kitten.” Dante whispers against my shoulder.
I obey and feel cool liquid being poured into my mouth.
Water? “You need to stay hydrated, we plan on giving you a workout.” Dante answers my unspoken question.
My whole body heats at his statement. Sex with Dante was hot enough, let alone sex with the both of them.
I’ve imagined having Julian inside me many times when he was Mr Stalker.
I masterbated to the thought of his hard body against mine, of him whispering all his dirty thoughts in my ear.
Of him fucking me hard and fast with his mask on.
Shit, do I have a mask kink?
“Fuck, that got her soaked.” Julian hums against my inner thigh.
“Yeah? Let me feel.” Dante's fingers stroke down my stomach to my slit, “hmmm,” he hums with content.
Oh God. Fuck fuck fuck.
The light pressure of his fingers grazing my clit makes me explode. I was wound so tight from all the teasing that one little touch has me gasping.
“ Fuuuck. ” Julian groans, grinding his nose against my sensitive bud. I twist my fingers in his hair, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away.
“Keep your hands above your head.” Dante whispers in my ear, I glide my shaking arms above my head, rough fingers wrap around my wrists.
Dante keeps my hands pinned as he claims my mouth with his.
His tongue licks against my bottom lip, begging me to open up for him.
Julian’s hands grab either side of my thighs, kneading my tense muscles.
Dante's other hand comes down to play with my hardened nipples. I can’t concentrate on one or the other. Both of them making me feel fucking amazing.
I can’t get enough. I need more.
I feel my legs being pulled over shoulders before a warm tongue presses against my clit. Dante captures my whimpered moans. Julian licks up my slit slowly, stopping to tease my entrance. Please. I beg quietly, lifting my hips. Please.
Dante takes his fingers from my nipples to push down gently on my abdomen, keeping me still. “Patience, kitten. Let him explore.” He says between kisses. I nod slightly, unable to answer as Julian thrusts his tongue inside me.
Holy .
Fucking.
Shit.
My imagination doesn’t even compare to the real thing.
My eyes roll back and mouth gapes open. Dante takes my bottom lip between his teeth. “How does she feel?”
“Fucking perfect.” Julian’s hands still massage my thighs and ass as he answers Dantes question. Trying to make me feel relaxed while giving me so much rapture. “She tastes so fucking sweet.”
Julian slides two fingers through my soaked pussy, “suck his fingers, gattina. I need to taste you too.” I feel fingers being pressed against my lips, tasting myself.
It’s salty and not the best taste. No idea why Julian thinks it’s sweet.
Each to their own though. He removes his fingers, returning them back to their slow, torturous circles around my entrance.
Dante licks against my mouth, “fucking delicious.” His hand goes back to my nipples.
These men's taste buds are weird.
“This is the hottest I’ve ever seen you treasure.” Julian kisses against my thigh. “You can handle us can’t you, baby.” He flicks his tongue out to lightly flick my clit.
“Julian.” I groan against Dante's lips, who huffs out a laugh, removing his hand from my nipple, and I’m soon feeling something cold and thick being dripped onto my breasts. Pulling away from our kiss, he wraps his lips around my nipple.
“Fuck.” I groan. “Dante.”
They both have their mouths on my most sensitive parts.
Both .
Dante and Julian.
I don’t have to choose.
“Ahhh.” I cry out as Julian captures my clit between his lips and sucks while inserting one of his thick fingers.
“So fucking perfect.” He growls against my pussy, then nips and sucks at my thigh.
“She is.” Dante agrees. “She’s our perfect woman.”
“Ours.” I feel Julian's smile as he takes hold of my clit again.
“Yours.” I confirm. “Both of yours to keep.”
The two of them moan in delight and carry on their delicious torture. It’s overwhelming, but in a good way. Julian's stubble scratches against my pussy, marking me in his own way. Dante keeps working on my breasts, licking and sucking whatever liquid he poured on me.
My whole being loves being here. Not one part of me feels unsafe or scared.
I’m just consumed with desire and love.
Lost in the feeling of being theirs.
I twist my fingers with Dantes, grateful at the blindfold for hiding my happy tears from them.
Julian adds another finger, stretching me out. My breath hitches, he doesn’t give me a chance to get used to the fullness before he starts pumping into me hard and fast. Dante matches his pace with his tongue and mouth. Working in sync to give me as much pleasure as they can. “Oh, God.” I whine.
Julian sucks hard on my clit and it’s too much. I can’t hold back my cries of pleasure, no longer the quiet moans I’ve been voicing. My body tenses in that sweet way it does before release.
“Let go, gattina. Cum all over his face.” Dante says around my nipple.
“Fuck, Julian.” I scream, thankful no-one else is here to hear me. My thighs tighten around his head, he uses his free hand to hold them there. I swear he’s going to suffocate himself between my legs. Dante pinches my nipples with his thumb and forefinger, kissing up my neck to my jawline.
Pulsating waves make their way through my whole body. Then the intense feeling of liberation.
“Fuuuuuuuck.” Julian groans. Not releasing me.
“I need more. Give me more.” He growls, removing his fingers, replacing them with his tongue.
After giving me some more water, Dante returns back to sucking and nipping at my breasts, his hand going down to play with my swollen and sensitive clit.
My overheated body needs to cool down, sweat forms on every inch of my skin.
My pulsating pussy draws Julian's tongue in deeper.