20. Lee
Lee
My lips brush Elliot’s, and everything catches fire. I open for him before I can think.
His hand fists my damp hair as he yanks my head back until my neck arches. His mouth crashes down. Teeth and tongue and the sharp edge of everything broken between us flies across the kiss.
It’s intoxicating knowing what he risked for me. Does that make me narcissistic? When his teeth dig into my bottom lip, I don’t care.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing. My legs lock around his waist. He carries me to the bedroom, but I’m too wrapped in him to break our kiss.
Julian walks through the door and takes us in. Elliot pulls back and presses kisses down my neck. I’m still wrapped around him, and my mouth is swollen.
Julian’s eyes move slow, dark, and almost unreadable. Then he crosses the room and settles into the wingback chair like he plans to stay there.
Elliot’s gaze flicks to him then snaps back to me.
“Julian, I’m sorry—” I stop breathing. I suck in another breath that can’t find its way to my lungs. I’ve ruined everything.
God, what have I done? I just told him I wasn’t a cheater, and now I let Elliot kiss me in front of him. He’s going to hate me forever.
Julian’s husky voice cuts straight through the noise in my head. “Strip for him, babydoll. For us.”
“What?” My voice is barely a whisper.
Elliot straightens above me. “Strip, Lee. Now.”
For a moment, I hesitate. Julian arches his brow at me expectantly. Then I’m a goner.
My feet find the floor. I obey before I can second-guess it. Their attention lands heavy on my skin as I tug my shirt over my head and let it fall. My nipples tighten under the cool air and the heat of two sets of eyes.
Elliot surveys my body. It’s as if he’s deciding where to touch me next. Chocolate eyes linger on the bruises already dark across my hips from Julian, and the look in them makes my core pulse.
Julian hasn’t shifted from the chair, and I can still see the delicious thick line of his cock pressing hard against denim. He drags his thumb across his bottom lip once and watches me like he’s deciding exactly where he will press his mouth when Elliot is finished wrecking me.
“Keep going,” Elliot says.
My eyes look at Julian. For permission maybe? I don’t want him to think this means I don’t love him.
He leans back and spreads his legs wide. His elbow rests on the arm of the chair, and without breaking my stare, he gives his cock a squeeze. Hot as fuck.
“You heard him. Panties off, too, babydoll.”
I bend and hook the sides of my panties and push them to my feet before I kick them off. I’m naked now, and my heart hammers with their attention on me.
“On the bed. On your back. Legs open.”
I move fast, scrambling up onto the mattress. The cool cotton sheets sliding under my bare spine are like a shock against all the heat I’m carrying. My skin prickles under their gazes. I let my thighs fall open, wide and shameless, and the air hits the wet mess between my legs.
“Please get inside me. Please make me come,” I say whining and breathy.
Elliot’s grin is wicked, and he strips fast until he’s naked.
He gives himself one slow stroke, thumb smearing the bead of precum at the tip, then crawls between my spread thighs.
The mattress dips under his weight. His knees nudge me wider.
The heat rolling off his body makes goose bumps break out on my arms. He’s got me all twisted up.
Two fingers drag across my leaking entrance, and I shudder in response. He spreads my pussy lips wide, and another rush of warm liquid spills out of me. It coats his fingertips and drips down my ass to the bed.
“You want both of us so bad that you’re soaking the bed, baby.”
I nod, frantic.
“Tell me.”
“I want both of you.”
“Watch her,” Elliot says over his shoulder, voice dark and taunting. “She’s already soaked. She’s going to suck my fingers right inside that cunt.”
Elliot shoves two fingers deep in one ruthless thrust. The stretch steals the air from my lungs. Elliot doesn’t ease in. He sinks inside me to the knuckle, eyes fixed on where my body takes him, where I’m stretched tight and glistening around his fingers.
“Fuck, that’s hot, Lee.”
Julian’s eyes lock on mine.
I couldn’t look away from him if I tried.
Elliot adds a third finger, stretching me open wider. The burn is perfect, bordering on too much. My walls flutter and squeeze around the sudden fullness, and a fresh rush of wetness leaks out around his hand. He curls his fingers and pounds in and out of me at a dizzying pace.
“I’m—close—”
Elliot’s eyes darken with satisfaction. “Then take it, baby. Every fucking inch.”
He adds a fourth finger without warning, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been. The burn is sharp. My walls quiver wildly around the sudden thickness.
Elliot doesn’t let up. His fingers drive deeper, scissoring and twisting, opening me up for more.
“Fucking stretch for me. You’re going to take my whole fist tonight.”
My eyes water, and I try to protest with a head shake. I’ve never done this. I mean Julian’s thick as hell, but Elliot’s fist. I’m not sure if I can do it.
“You’re doing so beautifully, babydoll. Look how well you’re stretching for him. So perfect and wet for us,” Julian praises.
Elliot doesn’t slow down.
I moan.
“I think she needs something in her mouth to suck on,” Elliot says.
Julian looks at him then gets a sexy smirk on his face. He stands and pulls his cock out.
I’m so distracted by his perfect dick that I forget about the sting for a second.
“You need both daddies for this,” Julian rasps. “My sweet Ettie, letting us use you. Be good and open up. I’ll give you my cum you’re so desperate for.”
“Yes, Jul—” My words are muffled when he shoves to the back of my throat.
The pressure between my legs intensifies, almost too much, until the widest part of his hand slips past my entrance, and suddenly, I’m impossibly full. His fist is buried inside me up to the wrist.
My pussy clamps down around him as the overwhelming stretch turns into white-hot pleasure. I can feel every knuckle, every ridge, pressing against my inner walls. Wetness gushes around his wrist and travels down my thighs in hot rivulets.
“Fuck yes,” Elliot groans, voice rough with dark satisfaction. “Feel that? My whole fist inside your tight little cunt. You’re clenching so hard around me. This is what you needed, to be stuffed so full you can’t even run that smart mouth.”
He starts to move, and I whine around Julian’s cock.
“Taking us so well. I knew you could.”
Elliot scoffs and gives Julian a narrow gaze. “Make her take it better,” he says to Julian. “Choke on your daddy’s cock, Lee.”
Elliot gives me slow, deep thrusts of his fist, grinding against that perfect spot inside me. Every motion sends sparks shooting up my spine.
“Such a greedy girl for us both. Come for me, while he comes for you.”
He twists his hand. I am dead. It’s pain and pleasure and a whole new level of relief I wasn’t aware I even needed.
A raw, strangled scream tears out of me as the orgasm slams into me harder than anything I’ve ever felt. My pussy spasms violently around his fist, milking him, trying to pull him even deeper.
Uncontrollable trembles rack my whole body, and my vision whites out at the edges. The oddest sensation comes, and I almost think I’m going to pee. Warm milky spurts squirt out of my pussy, soaking his arm and the sheets beneath me.
Euphoric.
Elliot works me through every violent pulse, hard and relentless, until I’m shaking and gasping, and completely wrecked.
“Swallow, babydoll.”
It's the only warning I get before my mouth is flooded with Julian's thick release. I suck hard around him, taking everything he gives me while he watches. My throat works desperately, and his fingers settle against the column of my neck, following the slow movement as I swallow him down.
Julian eases out of my mouth at the same moment Elliot carefully withdraws his fist. The loss hits me everywhere at once. Tears slip down my temples. I’ve never come this hard or had two men. Fuck.
I breathe in, trying to calm my racing pulse.
My pussy feels achingly empty for a second, still pulsing and leaking everywhere.
Between my legs, Elliot pulls on his long dick. I almost cringe seeing he’s dripping with my cum down his elbow. He drags the head through the mess between my legs in one slow, filthy pass. I whimper, and my hips keep twitching. The tears haven’t stopped.
Elliot strokes his soaked cock. His eyes stay locked on the mess he’s made of me. He suddenly slaps my inner thigh, and the sting blooms hot.
“Fuck. What was that for? I’m being good.”
“Good girls don't cry,” Elliot scolds. His arrogant smirk should not be so sexy. “They stay quiet and let daddy play with his toy. Spread your legs wide. I want to see you gape for me. I’m going to fill your used sloppy hole with my cum.”
“Elliot,” I say. I don’t even know what I’m pleading for right now. More, less, maybe both, maybe I need everything.
His cock jerks in his fist the second I spread my legs wide, holding myself open the way he wants. The cool air hits my swollen lips and give me a bit of relief.
I turn my head. Julian rolls his bottom lip between his teeth, and his eyes lock on mine. Half-hard again, he squeezes his cock and runs up and down the length.
Elliot leans over me, grabbing my chin between his fingers. The other hand stays around his dick.
“You squirted all over me, and you’re still horny. Is it because of my fist? Or is it because Julian was watching and using your mouth?”
“You and him.”
Elliot’s grin sharpens, and his arms cage me against the bed under him.
“Both of us. Did you hear that, man? Fuck, it’s such a turn-on.”
He nudges my entrance. He pushes in a few inches, and it drags the air from my lungs.
“Even gapping open for me, God, it’s so good, and somehow still tight,” he mutters against my throat, voice rough.
My body tenses at his intrusion. I’m so sore it’s bordering on numb.
“Don’t fight it, Lee. Let me in. It hurts now, but it will feel so good soon.”