Chapter 28 #2
Rory hands him a glass of chocolate mousse as he walks beside me with one himself.
“How do you eat yours, Sophie?” he asks playfully.
I frown and wonder if he’s going to spoonfeed me whilst Flynn fucks me but he doesn’t have a spoon.
Putting the glass down near my shoulder he undoes his belt, then the button and zip.
He drops his trousers, naked beneath, his cock springing free.
The tip leaking, making my mouth water, not for the dessert but for him.
I see Rory is waiting for an answer so I reply, “With a spoon sitting at the table?”
“You might want to look over at Bear and see how he eats his,” he says, so I lean up on my elbows to look back at Flynn at the end of the table who has scooped out the mousse in his hand and then to my amazement, he swipes the cool chocolatey dessert between my legs.
I feel as his fingertips push it into my opening and spread it around my folds.
It feels shockingly good, the coolness against my sensitive skin with Flynn’s fingers setting off an electrical current pulsing between my legs.
“Now it’s your turn,” Rory says to me, drawing my attention back to him.
Holding the glass out, he pushes the tip of his cock into the soft pudding, all the way in, letting the dessert squish up around the sides and then he twists the glass around himself and my mouth practically drools for him.
I lean over on one elbow, twist around my upper body and open my mouth for him. It’s time for my dessert.
Withdrawing himself out of the glass, he places it on the floor as his chocolate covered cock hangs between his legs.
“Fuck, you look perfect waiting to suck me clean,” says Rory huskily, as I feel the delicious swipe of Flynn’s tongue run up between my legs as he descends on his own dessert.
I can’t help but let out a small moan as Flynn’s tongue swipes all the way up to my needy clit.
Rory steps towards me, holding out his cock and feeds the tip into my mouth where I suck and lick my tongue all around him, tasting the chocolatey goodness with a hint of his salty pre-come.
I feel chocolate spread around my lips as Rory pushes further into my mouth and more of the dessert meets my tastebuds.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as Flynn literally eats me out, his tongue lapping, tasting, eating as his stubble brushes up against my sensitive skin.
Tendrils of pleasure run up my spine as Rory’s cock makes a complete mess of my mouth as he thrusts deeper and deeper down my throat.
He gathers my hair and holds it out of the way and him holding my hair as I suck him down my throat does things to me.
Flynn’s tongue dives deeper inside of me, sucking me, eating me, cleaning me up as he makes me shudder with desire.
Never have I enjoyed a dessert so much in my life as I feel saliva mixed with chocolate dribble down my chin.
Using my hair, Rory gently pulls my head away from his cock which pops out of my mouth.
He lowers down, to lick up the trail of mess on my chin and then kisses me like a beast. All passion and need.
One hand holding my hair and the other gripping my neck, he devours my mouth with his almost forceful mouth and tongue.
Tearing away from me, panting, he dips his cock back into the chocolate mousse and thrusts himself back into my mouth, all the way, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag as my nose dives into his soft curls.
He pulls out slightly but he keeps his full length down my throat and I’m forced to swallow around him.
The lack of air and the way Flynn is edging me higher with his tongue, I’m not sure I can hold on much longer.
Then Flynn’s tongue disappears and is replaced by the tip of his cock pushing into me, making my body arch up off the table, impaling myself further onto Rory’s thick length as I’m being filled to the hilt by Flynn.
I gurgle around Rory’s cock as both Rory and Flynn start to fuck into my mouth and my pussy.
The depravity of it, the stickiness, the idea that anyone can see us from the window, that the staff can walk in at any minute, is overwhelming in the best way.
I find I don’t care, all I care about is tipping over the edge as I fall into an oblivion, ecstasy wracking my body as I shudder and pulse around Flynn and moan around Rory.
Rory pulls out of me to say, “Stick out your tongue, Sophie.” I do as he says as he unloads on my tongue, warm ropes of come pool in my open mouth before he says, “Swallow, Sophie.” I feel Flynn swell inside of me as he pushes himself so deep, coating my cervix walls like he’d be planting a baby in me right now if I wasn’t on birth control.
Floaty and sated, I lower my head back down on the folded up tablecloth and stare back at the men who just wined and dined me and then fucked me for dessert.
I am one sticky mess. “That was one hell of a dessert,” I whisper, my throat raw from being so stretched.
I feel Flynn pull out of me and see Rory walk over to grab some cloth napkins, dip them into the ice bucket and walk back over to me, handing one to Flynn.
“It was the best way to eat chocolate mousse, don’t you think?” he replies cheerily.
“I can never look at a chocolate mousse in the same way,” I laugh as he stands above me.
“This is going to be cold, but you’ll be shiny and new in no time,” he says.
I smile warmly back at him as he dabs the cloth gently around my mouth and chin.
He works the cloth reverently, his eyes filled with a care I don’t feel worthy of.
As the coldness of the other napkin touches my heated skin, I jerk, almost closing my knees around Flynn’s head where he is now kneeling between my legs.
I can feel our combined desire trickle out, but then I feel two thick fingers push it back in again.
“I want you to keep my come inside you,” breathes out Flynn, his voice throaty and laced with possession. I can’t help my immediate response to clench around his fingers as his words stir something inside of me. A need to be claimed by him.
“Looks like she likes the idea of your come staying inside of her,” notices Rory, my cheeks heating at him noticing. “Move in with us, and there will always be come trying to leak out of you.”
That has my insides fluttering again. I want that. In this moment, I want that more than anything. If these men can share, I want them all.
Flynn continues swiping the cool cloth up between my legs but I bet there isn’t much left for him to clean.
He did a pretty good job of that with his tongue.
“Let’s help you up, Sweetheart,” says Rory as he takes my hands and slowly guides me to sitting.
“Come home with us?” I know it’s an invite but it sounds like a plea.
They need to know if they’ve done enough, and they have more than done enough.
“You couldn’t take back your proposal now even if you tried,” I say playfully.
Flynn walks to my other side, steps in and presses a kiss to my lips in a move that feels like he’s sealing the deal. His eyes tell me all I need to know. This is the right decision. I will be theirs.
When I look back to Rory, he too leans in and kisses me hard before pulling away. “We are going to make you our world, you have already been our world, but now we get to make you feel it.”
“Then that makes me the luckiest girl in the universe,” I say, feeling those words deep in my belly.
Flynn picks up my dress, holding it out for me to step in, Rory does up my zip.
Flynn gets on his knees to buckle up my shoes and I already feel like a princess.
We walk back down the stairs, out of the back door and climb into the waiting Porsche.
It’s time to go see my other two men, waiting, hoping, in their new apartment.