Twenty-Three
Their Eternity
Liv
“Where are we going?” I giggled.
The anticipation killed me while hands guided me in the direction I should go. I trusted my men. They wouldn’t steer me in the wrong direction.
Soon after Sin had wanted me to meet his mysterious cousin, the psychic had hosted a séance for the guests.
She had carried her crystal ball around the room; her long, draped clothing was bohemian and bewitching as she invited everyone to join her.
She wanted to communicate with the spirits, but Saint had come up with another plan.
“Shut your eyes,” Saint said.
Someone placed a blindfold over my closed eyelids.
“Can you see anything, sweetheart?” Sin asked.
I whispered, “No.”
Blindly, I followed. My heart raced, my breathing hitched with suspense, and my mind reeled. Another mischievous scheme was up their sleeves.
“Watch your step,” Saint cautioned me as his hand guided my arm carefully, and I didn’t trip. “We don’t need a mishap.”
“We've got plans for you,” Sin whispered in my ear.
A shiver ran down my spine.
“Please tell me the surprise is entertaining?” I pleaded.
“Even better,” Saint answered.
Hands let go of me. A slice of panic ran through my bones at the loss of touch. A sensation of being all alone, lost in the silence, until I felt my ghosts’ eyes on me. Dark hues of want as they roamed over my body and heat replaced the chill of loneliness.
“Are we here?” No response, only heavy breathing. “Sin? Saint?”
“Yes, darling, you can take off the blindfold,” Saint urged with his voice echoing off the walls.
I reached my hand up to the material covering my eyes.
“If you dare,” Sin added.
I stopped, pausing right before I touched anything, and dropped my hands to my sides. Sin’s warning made me wary. I never knew what these men were up to.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Why don’t you take off the blindfold and find out?” Breath was on the back of my neck. “Or will you defy us?”
I smirked. “You take off the blindfold.”
A brief chuckle. “Naughty girl.”
Fingertips slowly crawled up my shoulders, creating goosebumps as they went, and my lips parted.
Touch was the only sensation in overdrive as my heart hammered in my eardrums. I wanted to move, to take off the blindfold, but I wanted to be bad until I was their good girl.
The way Sin and Saint wanted me—to challenge them.
A footstep in front of me caught my attention. “Good girl being so damn bad.”
“You know exactly how to make us want you, Liv…” Sin whispered in my ear as he trailed his hands up my neck, and he wrapped his fingers around me. “To torture us so fucking much until we can’t take anymore.”
“Yes—” He squeezed my windpipe.
I couldn’t breathe. My lungs burned for air; I clenched my fiancé’s bulging forearms, but he didn’t let go. A slight panic and the need for air came over me.
“We love to see the fucking struggle, but you know what we adore most?” Sin grazed his tongue up my earlobe. “Your pleasure.”
The sound of the zipper on my black dress cut through the room.
Sin released my neck. I choked, gasping for air as my dress fell down my body, landing at my feet. I leaned back against him and relaxed against his body. I inhaled deep breaths while someone grabbed the blindfold and took it off.
Black dots danced before my vision cleared, and I saw the guests of our party. Shit! My dress!
I shrieked.
My immediate reaction was to cover my half-nakedness with my hands. The panic had returned, but no one looked at me. Everyone’s full attention was on the psychic.
“Relax.” Sin brushed his lips against my ear. “No one can see you.”
“But the public eye never stopped you before.” Saint was beside me, and the back of his hand grazed down my arm. “Christ. I wish they could see you. All frazzled. Unkept, untamed and fucking perfect.”
“Are you sure?” I whispered heavily, unevenly and quickly. “My parents are right there.”
Sin reached over my shoulder and knocked, “Two-way glass. Remember? Invisible.”
“So many fond memories behind this one-way mirror…” Saint ran a hand down the side of me, and he squeezed my butt cheek. “Penetrating this fine asshole.”
Sin grazed his hand down the front of me and slapped my clit. “And pounding this sweet motherfucking pussy.”
A gasp escaped me. Sin rubbed my most sensitive area, and I couldn’t stop my ass from rubbing against his hard cock trapped inside his pants. I licked my mouth, bit my lower lip, and my nostrils flared with want.
“Fuck,” Saint whispered into my other ear, his body pressed up against the side of me, and his dick dry-humped my hip. “We’d take you right here, right now, darling, but you’d miss out on our engagement gift.”
Sin pushed my panties aside, and he dipped a finger into my slickness.
I gasped. “A gift?”
Fuck. I forgot about presents. Hell, I couldn’t remember much. Not with a finger working the goddamn walls of my drenched pussy.
“Yes.” Saint hissed as he pulled down my bra strap and cupped an exposed breast. “Your surprise.”
Saint bit my shoulder. I gasped. I reached for him and balled his jacket up into my fist. His teeth sunk into my skin and burned me. He branded me while Sin ran his tongue down my neck and sucked my flesh into his mouth.
I cried out in painful, pleasurable delight, and Sin kept finger-fucking my cunt. Saint released my mouth, and he licked over the enamel traces he had made. He also made a wet popping sound and kissed the raised blood vessels. Saint kneaded my nipple between his fingers, and he pinched it.
I hissed.
Great. A hickey and a bite mark on my red skin for the guests to ponder. It was an obvious sign that we’d been up to no damn good, but it felt so damn amazing.
“This is my gift?” I asked.
“No.” Sin pulled his finger out of my pussy and brought it up to my mouth. “Taste yourself.”
I wrapped my lips around his finger without hesitation and drank up my juices. My thighs rubbed together as Saint kept playing with my tits. I wanted to get back the sensual sensation Sin had taunted me with, but it wasn’t enough. I lowered my hand to relieve the ache between my legs.
Saint caught my wrist.
“Nuh-uh.” Sin shook his head. “We have something else for you to pleasure yourself with.”
“What?” I breathed heavily.
Sin kissed me. My eyes fluttered shut in a feverish, frenzied attack of passion as my lips parted, and I eagerly sought his tongue.
A groan rumbled up his chest and released inside my mouth.
The vibrations made my toes curl inside my heels, and I sighed into him until he stepped back.
Saint let go of my breast, and he unclasped my bra.
The garment fell to the ground, and I stood by myself with bruised, swollen lips. My aroused panting was the only sound.
“Turn around,” Sin whisper roared behind me.
I jumped. Startled by his command, but excited all at the same time as I obeyed the man who watched me. The anticipation of what I’d see and my awakened sexual desires were crossing wires, electrifying me to every nerve ending in my body.
I kept my eyes closed.
“Take off your heels,” Saint demanded.
I did as I was told. Each shoe fell to the floor.
Thud.
Thud.
“Good. Lose the panties,” Sin commanded as I heard him kick my heels aside, and they scraped along the floor. “We want you bare.”
“Naked,” Saint added.
Saint was no longer beside me—both my men now stood in front of me. The two-way glass was at my backside, but we were hidden behind the walls. Completely concealed and totally alone.
The knowledge of this gave me the strength to loop my fingers into the elastic bands of my panties and playfully pull them down.
One side and then the other. In a slow, painstaking tease movement, leaving Sin and Saint thirsty for more.
I did this until there was nowhere else to go except letting the undergarment fall to the floor. I kicked the thin material aside.
“Fuck. Sweetheart,” Sin said.
“You’re goddamn gorgeous,” Saint added.
There was sound of rustling clothing.
My cheeks turned crimson.
Sin instructed, “Spin for us.”
Slowly, I spun around. I heard each man’s grunt of satisfaction. I wondered if Sin and Saint were touching themselves.
“Yeah, darling. Now bounce,” Saint directed.
I jumped up and down.
“Yes. Fuck. Look at those titties go,” Sin hissed.
I stopped.
“Now. Open those pretty eyes for us,” Saint said.
My eyes snapped open, and my mouth went dry.
Both men were fully dressed, with their suit jackets discarded to the side and their sleeves rolled up.
Each still had their mask on, covering the upper half of their faces.
Neither one stroked their dick like I had pictured in my head.
Sin’s and Saint’s massive shafts bulged for attention inside their pants.
I swallowed.
My God. I had the most fucking sexy fiancés this world had to offer. I was one lucky goddamn girl.
Between them was an enormous, beautiful crystal tower mounted on the floor. The crystal piece pointed up to the ceiling. The perfectly smooth surface of the clear quartz sparkled with different colors, which gave off energy out of this world. The atmosphere shifted, and a coolness coated the air.
“My gift?” I pointed at the tower.
“Yes,” Sin replied.
I stepped closer. “It’s beautiful.”
“The crystal will be a gorgeous sight between those pretty thighs,” Saint said.
I halted.
“Don’t stop now, Liv.” Sin crooked a finger at me. “Come on. Ride the crystal for us, sweetheart.”
I gulped the lump in my throat and pointed. “You want me to get on that thing?”
“No. We want you to sit,” Sin commanded as he tilted his head and grinned at me. “Fuck it. Drench the goddamn crystal until the floor is slick underneath. We could fall. Break our fucking necks and die happy men.”
“Go on, darling. Sit.” Saint gave one curt nod toward the tower. “Show us how good you are at pleasuring yourself.”
I blinked. Once. Twice.
“Look at me,” Sin ordered and locked eyes with mine. “This is all for you, Liv. Our gift to you.”
I glanced from one man to the other, hesitating. The crystal was huge! My phantoms wanted me to penetrate myself on the massive stone and bring ecstasy convulsing through my body.
I wandered forward, curious if I could go through with this, but eager to try.
The slickness between my thighs was ready.
My men had made sure I was soaking wet to receive the present awaiting me.
The moment of truth came closer, nearer with each step I took, and I shuddered straight down to my toes.
I stopped in front of the crystal.
I questioned, “What if I can’t do this?”
“You can,” Saint replied.
“You will.” Sin flicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth. “Mount the tip.”
I lifted my leg and parted my lips. The point grazed my entrance. Oh, fuck.
“Excellent,” Saint encouraged me. “Don’t stop. Dip it in your wet pussy.”
I positioned the point at the perfect angle and slightly bent my knees. The tip went in. I released a shaky breath.
“Keep going, sweetheart…” Sin watched me through clenched teeth. “Oh, yes, swallow the top.”
The crystal went in more. My mouth went wide, my eyes even wider as the tower stretched me, and my sensations went wild. Extreme pleasure mixed with tormenting pain.
I touched myself.
“Sweet, goddamn, Jesus, darling.” Saint touched the crotch of his pants. “Look at you go.”
“That’s fucking right, Liv,” Sin hissed while he bit his lip. “Play with yourself.”
I moaned. My fingers drew circles around my clit, which brought me immense pleasure, and I took the crystal further. Inch by inch, I let myself fall, and my cunt clenched around the smooth quartz. Until I moved back up, and I rode the tip.
Saint rubbed a hand against the material covering his dick. “Oh, fuck, Liv. You are good at screwing yourself like this. I want to fuck you.”
My fingers caressed my most sensitive area at a faster pace while I moved up and down. Each bounce jolted my tits. I touched my nipple and kneaded the bud, pinched the delicate skin until I cried out with pleasure.
Again and again, the shimmers of bliss washed over me as my gaze remained fixed on my men.
Saint touched himself, grunting and mixing pleasure with pain from his zipper.
Sin was transfixed on me, his belt had been loosened, and his hand went down his pants.
The groans mixed with the sounds erupting from his best friend were enough to send me over the edge.
I climaxed. “Sin!”
“Oh, yes, sweetheart…” Sin’s hand worked inside his pants. “I’m yours.”
Sin tensed up, his arm pumped, he grunted, and he came in his pants.
“Saint!” My hips rocked, and the tower shook.
“Fuck. I can’t wait…” Saint hunched over, sweat beaded his upper lip, and his body jerked.
I got off the crystal. Carefully. My stretched pussy pulsated with elation, but I knew the pain would strike later. But Sin and Saint would help relieve the torture.
“Um… so…” Sin peered down at the wet spot in the crotch of his black trousers. “I think I need to grab a new pair of pants from the penthouse.”
“I think I need a fresh pair too.” Saint stared at me with a smirk. “I can’t help making a mess over you, gorgeous.”
Saint had a wet stain in the fabric of his pants too. Both men stood there unashamed of the mess they’d made. Far too excited about me.
“Neither can I.” Sin grinned at me. “But the sight was worth everything in this world.”
The lights flickered until we were plunged into darkness. I gasped. The walls of this haunted club were silent. A cold chill engulfed the air, and I swear I saw something move.
“Did you see that?” I whispered.
“Yep,” Sin said.
The lights came back on.
Saint smiled. “The ghosts of Sinful Saints are ready to party.”
Sin slapped Saint on the back. “The psychic was worth every damn penny.”