Chapter 23 #2
“No. I told you I’m sore.”
Rafe advances on me, casually, his hands out to the side, the towel discarded. “I’m not going to use that hole.”
“Fuck. Really?” I did kind of set myself up for this. Twisting, I look behind me, but he snags my hand then smacks my ass.
“Hey. Get her on the bed. I want to try out some equipment I bought and never got to use. Georgia’s willing, yes?”
“I’m sure she is.” Rafe tows me toward the bed. “This sounds interesting.”
“What? I never said yes to being experimented on!”
I’m not getting my hand out of Rafe’s grasp so I follow along. Although I’m leaving wet prints on the rug, I’m mostly dry. When I glance over my shoulder, I see the man is grinning wide enough to crack his face. What does he mean by equipment.
“What is he aiming to do?” I whisper to Rafe as he drags me to the bed.
“On her stomach?” He pats the quilt. With a sigh, I clamber up there.
“On her knees is best. I’m aiming to make you come so hard you see stars, girl, so get that vexed look off your face,” Lazlo says, as he rummages in the top drawer of a chest of drawers. “This and uhhh this…”
I pout at him from where I’m squatting on the bed.
This scene, I suddenly see it for what it is. Subconsciously, even consciously, I knew it already, but after what we just said to each other, this situation is tossing reality at me. I follow the logic, fit things together. What am I doing?
I cannot deny how much I’m into kink or having two dominant men determined to have me, but this is not normal. It’s just sex…but that is why I am worried. If I leave this as is, what will happen? Because this cannot go on. There is no foundation beneath our desires.
I slide backward until I bump into the headboard, then wave my hands at them. “Stop, please. Just for a minute.”
“Please?” Wickedness springs into being on Rafe. Wicked smile, wicked eyes, I could paint him like a demon, easily. “I love it when you beg.”
“No.” I put absolute firmness into that. “This is a real wait and stop and talk type of no. I need something from you.” Now, I am pleading, but it stops him.
Lazlo ambles up from behind, checks Rafe then sits himself at the bottom of the bed. “She means it.”
“I do.”
Finally Rafe opens his hands in acceptance then he sits on the edge, making the bed sink.
Right. What do I say? “Umm. Okay. Thank you for doing that.”
“Didn’t we just have a talk? You could’ve used voodoo.”
“The safeword was only for the frat event, remember,” Lazlo points out.
He shrugs. “It would’ve worked. What do you want, Georgia?”
“I should first say, I wasn’t planning to do this but…
” I sweep back my hair, and of course both men watch my tits as they move.
I almost roll my eyes but enough of that.
I need my eyes for scowling. “But I can’t keep doing this as it is.
And this is probably going to seem inexact and bonkers but even though we made promises to each other, it will not be enough. ”
“What?” Rafe shakes his head. “Not comprehending, yet.”
Lazlo leans forward and pats his shoulder. “I got you, man. I’m your backup if she spins her head in circles.”
“You two. Grrr.”
“Now she’s growling at us.” Rafe’s mouth straightens into line. “Continue.”
Is he angry or is he truly curious? What I say next could be dangerous if I’ve misjudged him.
“I will be grateful to you if I survive this…what do we call it? This search.”
“Investigation sounds better. More… Uhhh.” He revolves his hand. “Official.”
“Okay. So we survive and the murderers are taken care of. Somehow. Dead or in jail.” I make a vague motion skyward.
“Gone. What then? I don’t believe a simple promise will last if we grow to hate each other.
This is like a marriage. The fraternity never wants me free.
But what about you, even if you’re doing this for your family. Is that all you are?”
“So you’re saying your promise isn’t real.”
“Or yours. How can they be? This keep me thing is meant as a forever thing. Not just next week or next year. We might all live for decades. I was about to go through first year law and though I might love being adored and fucked by you two, sex isn’t enough to…”
Lazlo started preening himself at that compliment. He deliberately tosses back his hair like a freaking male model on a stage. I silently laugh and my face contorts at his antics. Which makes Rafe turn and see him and groan.
“Jokes aside, Lazlo. How do you think you’re going to make me stay with you, for decades, if I really want to go? Cage me? Manacle me to a wall in a dungeon at the bottom of your castle?”
“Though I can definitely see her in the manacles, she has a point. This is like a marriage.”
Rafe drums the quilt, stares at it. “So what do you propose? My family—”
“If they don’t know you did something, will it matter?
” I swallow and get my thoughts in order.
Here is the crux of this. This ask-slash-demand of mine may get me caged and manacled, truly, if Rafe is morally blacker than I thought.
I look from him to Lazlo and pray this goes down like a party balloon, not a lead one.
“If in, say, five years we grow tired of each other, I want you to let me go. It can be South America or Canada, or back to Australia. As long as I can be safe.”
“Or she can just come live with me.”
“Same difference, Lazlo. Who’s to say you won’t get tired of me?”
“It’s more likely you’ll get bored with Lazlo.” He nods though and addresses me. “I get why you’re saying this. I do. But I am not going to agree to let you go.”
Oh fuck. Where does this leave me?
“Yet. Give me a few days,” he adds. “I am going to seriously think about what you said.”
“She hasn’t asked me.” Lazlo sounds miffed. “Or, do you trust me more?”
I haven’t quite asked him, have I? “I guess I do? It’s not the same for you.”
“I’d still go to jail if the cops find out I’ve helped cage you.
” His gaze drops to my hands. “Manacle you. Now, if we’re giving Rafe a few days to think, I vote for manacling you now.
” He slides forward onto his hands, smiling sinisterly and looking like an approaching predator about to pounce. “Run, little rabbit.”
“No!” I yelp and swing away. How did this segue back to sex so fast?
I’m about to scamper for the other side of the bed when Rafe takes hold of my hair. He twists it until I squeak and look back at him. On squirming myself around to face him, I glimpse his erection below.
“Come back here.” His voice is an octave lower than it was seconds ago.
Why does this make me wet? I am surely plain wrong in the head.
Despite my protests, my wriggling, I’m imagining that inside me. These two making me do things for them, it’s becoming my favorite thing, but how do you manage two men on the regular. Two.
Though I guess they want to manage me. I guess? I know they do.
I’m gripping the headboard with one hand and resisting the tugging of his hand in my hair, when he puts his finger to my mouth, curls my bottom lip down. With his finger running over my teeth, he leans in, murmuring, “Get down like Lazlo wants you to, and open this pretty mouth of yours.”
When I lower myself to my hands and knees, he uses his thumb to hook aside the corner of my mouth. My eyelids float down, then his cock is at my lips, and he pushes it slowly inside, filling my mouth. I shape my lips around his cock and let my tongue press against him.
“Keep doing that,” he grates out.
Holding my head with both hands he starts a rhythmic thrusting even as Lazlo casually runs his hand down my flank and over my ass before he explores between my legs.
Those devices of his are pink or black and probably just vibes, which is a relief.
I let my gaze drift up to Rafe’s face. He’s watching his cock vanish into my mouth.
“You’re doing so good. You can take all of me, can’t you.” Not a question, for he goes deeper, partway into my throat, and I gag. The slick sucking sounds intensify as his thrusts speed up and then…
Something hard slips along my lubricated slit then is wriggled inside me. It nudges at my clit and is turned on.
That buzz there is instant magic.
I stiffen—my thighs, my body, and like a robot being manipulated, my mouth widened. I slam shut my eyes to feel the thrum as it eats up my pussy, vibrating it and everywhere down there that fucking matters.
I moan and push myself toward it.