by KV Rose
Eli pulls his shirt off, and I watch him as Alex touches me. Watch him keep his gaze on me as he kicks off his shoes, unbuttons his pants. I watch him bite his lip, hook his thumb through his boxer briefs and pull them down, too.
He doesn’t come closer while Alex grazes my slit with his fingers, still kissing my neck, my ear, my face, his cock growing hotter and harder at my back.
Eli wraps his fingers around the base of himself, his eyes dipping down to watch Alex touch me.
“Do you like being used like a whore, Zara?” Alex whispers, brushing his thumb over my clit, but only for a fleeting second.
I whimper, wanting more.
He laughs against my ear, stepping closer to me, forcing me to take a step forward.
Toward Eli.
Alex slides his thumb over the crease of my thigh. “Do you feel that?” he asks me. “Do you feel how wet you are, for both of us?”
I do feel it.
I feel it, but I want more. So much more.
Eli runs his thumb over the top of his cock, the thick head glistening with precum.
I want to taste it.
I want to taste him.
But he’s still watching Alex touch me. He still wants to watch, even now. Even though he’s a part of this, it turns him on to watch.
I shift my stance, parting my thighs wider and grabbing my breasts, pinching my nipples. I tilt my head back as Alex touches me, leaning against him as I give Eli a show.
Alex sucks on my neck as he runs his fingers down my slit, parting my lips for Eli to see me. The sensation of being so exposed to Eli like this, so vulnerable between them, it makes my knees shake.
All I want to do is fall onto the bed at Eli’s back with the both of them. All I want to do is collapse into the feel of them both moving inside of me, but I want Eli to get what he wants too.
I reach my arms back, wrap them around Alex’s neck behind me, my body pulled taut, elongated and open.
If Eli has really been watching me so long, I want him to see everything.
My eyes are closed as I drown in the feel of Alex behind me, of his mouth on my neck, of his hands between my thighs. He’s so warm. So familiar. So mine.
I want Eli to see that. To see how Alex and I belong to each other. Not to tease him, but because that’s what he wants to see, isn’t it? That’s the whole reason he has a thing for me in the first place.
Because I’m Alex’s, and he can’t have me.
If that’s the kind of pain that gets him off, I want him to see all of it.
Because I want him to feel good too.
Alex groans against my neck, and his fingers dip lower. He pushes two into me and I moan his name as he wraps his other hand around my low belly, holding me in place as he fingers me.
“God, you’re so wet, princess.” He nips at my shoulder. “Is it because my best friend is watching?” He trails his tongue toward my spine. “Is it because he can see every fucking inch of you?” He fucks me harder with his fingers, the heel of his hand pressing against my clit. “Are you going to cum before we even get inside of you, huh?”
I think I am.
I press back against him, even though we’re already as close as we could possibly be. “Yes,” I gasp, “I’m going to—”
But there’s movement in front of me and when I open my eyes, Eli is there, holding my gaze. He grabs Alex’s hand, and Alex lets him pull his fingers out of me.
I’m throbbing, missing the feel of Alex’s palm against my swollen clit. Missing the feel of his fingers inside of me. I clench around nothing, I was so close.
So close.
Alex slides his fingers up my belly, letting me feel just how wet I am.
Eli’s eyes lock on mine. “Alex,” he says softly as Alex shifts his hips behind me, rubbing his cock against my back. “Do you want to fuck her in the ass?”
I still have my arms locked behind Alex’s neck, my body still fully visible to Eli.
But he’s not touching me. As close as we are, he’s not touching me.
Alex is quiet a moment, his hands still on my belly. But then he says, “Nuh uh, I don’t think I do,” against my ear, and I shiver.
Eli steps closer. The head of his cock is against my stomach, right below Alex’s hands on me. Eli doesn’t take his eyes off of me. “Neither do I.”
My stomach flips.
Eli steps closer, rolls my nipples between his fingers and I gasp, but don’t move my arms from around Alex’s neck.
My chest is heaving, my breasts feel heavy as Eli plays with them, but no one is touching me where I want them to. No one is helping my ache between my thighs.
“This isn’t going to go how you think it’s going to go, baby girl,” Eli says softly.
My breath is loud, panting and labored as Eli pinches one of my nipples, palms the other. Gentle and rough. Hot and cold.
“Because both of us want to be inside your tight pussy.”
Tight. He would only know if he’d been there.
For one heart-stopping moment, I wonder if he’ll tell Alex. I wonder if he’ll tell him right now. I wonder if that was his plan all along.
But, still staring into my eyes, he just says, “Beg him.”
I furrow my brow, confused and caught up in both of them surrounding me in this dark room, the music and voices still carrying on from above our heads.
“Beg him to share you.”
Alex laughs and nuzzles his nose against my neck. “I like that idea.”
I open my mouth, and Eli tugs on both nipples. Only a soft moan comes out and I almost stumble forward, but Alex pulls me close to him, and I don’t dare lower my arms.
“Alex,” I whisper. I’m desperate. Desperate to have them both inside of me. Desperate for Eli’s cock to be lower, brushing up against my clit. I hold his gaze as I beg my ex. “Alex, please.” I bite my lip and Eli’s eyes dip to my mouth. I see the vein in his neck straining against his skin. “Alex, please let me.”
Alex moves his hand, then brings his forearm against my throat. Now I don’t have a choice. I can’t move my hands from his neck. He’s holding them back while he nearly chokes me.
I see Eli’s eyes narrow.
“Zara,” Alex says quietly, “I told you. I’m not fucking sharing you.”
Eli’s full lips turn into a smile. He palms one breast and the other he slaps, bringing his hand down. The sound is loud in the room and I flinch.
“Be careful with her.” Alex’s words are low, not wanting to ruin our game, but he’s serious. I hear it in his tone.
Eli ignores him. “Beg more.” His voice is so cold. “You’re not trying nearly hard enough.”
“Alex, please.”
Eli finally breaks my gaze. He looks at Alex, at my back. “She’s convincing,” he says quietly, “and if she wants to be a whore, why not let her?”
Alex shifts his arm from around my throat, then tangles his fingers in my hair, yanking my head back, burning my scalp.
“There you go,” Eli says in that same quiet voice. “You don’t need to be careful. Treat her like the slut that she is.”
“This is what you really want?” Alex snarls in my ear. “You want us both to fuck you?” Without waiting for an answer, he shoves me down, toward the floor, but his arm is still wrapped around me, so I don’t fall. He goes down with me.
Eli moves out of the way, and I’m at his feet.
Alex’s knee is in my back, my face pressed against the side of the cold, wooden floor.
“Fucking answer me.”
I swallow down my nerves. Because I do want it.
“Yes,” I whisper, my lips moving against the floor. “Yes.”
Alex’s knee digs in harder against my spine and I wince. His fingers tighten in my hair as he leans over me, his mouth inches from mine. “You’re a fucking whore, Zara. After tonight, I’m done with you.”
My heart cracks with those words. Are they true? Is this still part of the game? Does he mean it? But I don’t
want to stop. Whatever this is, I don’t want to end it.
Because I want them.
He moves his knee from my back and I almost exhale a sigh of relief. Maybe he’ll actually enjoy this. Maybe it isn’t a punishment.
But then he yanks me by my hair, forces me to my hands and knees.
“Arch your back.”
I do, the column on my throat stretched taut as he holds my hair back. His hand goes to my inner thigh, and warmth heats up along my core, even as he spreads my legs wider, roughly.
Exposing me.
To him, and Eli.
He runs his hand over my pussy. “You’re disgusting,” he says to me, rubbing my own wetness over my thigh. “Fucking disgusting, princess. Don’t move.”
He pulls back, the absence of anyone’s touch while I’m on my hands and knees nearly humiliating.
Eli moves to stand in front of me, but from this angle, I can’t see his face.
“Get on the bed,” he says.
“No,” Alex counters, “you said it yourself. She’s a fucking whore. She deserves to get fucked on the floor.”
My heart is pounding erratically in my chest, my eyes on the floor. I’m torn between wanting to get up and end this and wanting them to hurry the fuck up because I’m still desperate for someone’s touch.
Eli leans down, extends his hand to me.
I look up, meeting his eyes.
“She’s our whore. Besides, you say the word like it’s a bad thing.” He looks past me as I take his hand. “She’s about to make both of us feel really fucking good. Show some goddamn respect.”
They’re making my head spin, this hot and cold, good cop, bad cop shit. And the molly I took in the bathroom seems to be working its way into my head, because I don’t care.
I just want them.
Eli pulls me to my feet and wraps a possessive arm around my back. “You ever done this before, baby girl?”
I shake my head, my palms on his chest as he holds me close, looking into my eyes. Like he sees me.
“She doesn’t need a step-by-step manual,” Alex growls behind me. “Hurry the fuck up.”
Eli ignores him, brushing a lock of hair from my face, his fingers lingering on my throat as he stares down at me. “I’ll lay down first. Get on top of me.”
I nod, biting my lip as I stare at his. I want his mouth on me again. I want to feel him.
He leans in close, brushing his lips over my ear, sending a chill down my spine. “And just relax, baby girl. I’ll take care of you.”
And then he pulls me toward the bed.
Lets me go.
Just as he said he would, he lays down first, his hand behind his head, propped up on the pillow. With his other hand, he strokes his cock, his eyes on me, an arrogant smile playing around his mouth, his dark green eyes locked on mine.
And I know, as I crawl toward him, Alex watching me from behind, that he’s not going to be as gentle as he just was.
That was a break from what he really wants.
A moment to reassure me.
Now, though…
Now he’ll be back to rough hands and rougher words.
But it’s Alex that speaks first, from behind me. “Hurry the fuck up.” He slaps my ass. “Get on top of him.”
Carefully, I climb over Eli, hands on either side of his head, knees beside his hips.
My tits are by his face.
He just keeps stroking himself, one hand behind his head. Still cocky. Arrogant. Back to being cold. This is what he wanted. This is probably what he wanted all along. “Spread your legs wider.”
I adjust my knees, widening my stance, my fingers digging into the soft white sheets. I know Alex is there, behind us, watching. It’s unnerving, knowing I’m exposed to him like this and he’s not touching me. He’s not close enough for me to feel him.
I feel Eli’s cock brush against me, and I suck in a breath, remembering. Knowing this isn’t the first time we’ve touched each other. But Alex thinks it is.
And I know Eli is thinking exactly that as he holds my gaze and guides himself into me. I see the smirk on his face, the heat in his eyes. The way they crinkle just a little as he watches my face flush when he lifts his hips and pushes all the way into me.
He lifts his head. “Come closer. I want those in my mouth,” he nods toward my breasts, swaying between us. I whimper, adjusting myself on him as I lean forward, my hands on the headboard behind him.
When he speaks next, his breath is on my skin. “For such a big fucking whore, you’re still so damn tight.”
He takes my nipple into his mouth, sucks hard, and then lets me go with a pop. “For now.” He shifts his hips again and I can’t hold back my moan as I bite my lip, Eli’s hands going to my ass.
He pulls me apart, looks past me as he says, “Use her while you still can.”
Alex wouldn’t know. He wouldn’t know that there’s a warning laced in those words. “While you still can”. Alex probably thinks that’s because I won’t be any good to him after this.
What he doesn’t know is Eli doesn’t care who I’ve been with. Eli doesn’t give a fuck about things like that.
It’s not just a warning to Alex.
It’s to me.
My heart flips in my chest. I wonder if this is a bad idea. I want it, but what happens after this? What happens in the morning? What happens to me? Alex?
Alex doesn’t say a word. I keep my eyes on Eli. Watch him watching Alex. See the stubble on his face. The curve of his Cupid’s bow. The dusty rose color of his lips. Those long fucking lashes.
God, I want to ride him, but he’s gripping my hips so hard, like he wants me to stay still. And then the bed shifts, and Eli looks back up at me. He runs his thumb over my hip bone, and I know what he’s feeling.
I know he knows what he’s doing. He doesn’t smirk as Alex drops to his knees behind me. He doesn’t tease me with his eyes or taunt me with cruel words. He just holds my gaze like he sees me.
Because he does.
And when Alex’s cock brushes against me, and I suck in a sharp breath, Eli says, “It’s okay, baby girl. Just relax,” in such a quiet, soothing voice I just want to...I just want to sink into him. Sink against his chest and let him touch me and love me and—
“Arch your back more.” Alex’s voice. Cold and impassive. Like they’ve switched. Hot and cold, I don’t know which one’s which anymore.
But I do as Alex says.
His fingers come to either side of my lips, stretching me wider. And he can see everything. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before but this way, like this...
Again, I think this might not be a good idea. This is incredibly fucking stupid. My mind is getting in the way of how I feel physically, ruining this for me. Like a hamster on a wheel, my brain keeps thinking of all the ways this might go wrong.
Fuck, I’m an idiot.
Eli keeps one hand on my ass and jerks my chin with the other, forcing me to look down at him. “Hey,” he says softly as Alex puts a hand flat on my back and starts to press himself against me. “You’re here. Right here. Don’t think, Zara.” He pulls my face down to him, so my lips are hovering above his. “Don’t think,” he repeats softly, and his words touch my mouth. “Just feel.”
And then Alex is pushing into me and everything...burns. It’s tight and uncomfortable and it hurts and...
“Just feel,” Eli says again as I throw my head back, arching my neck and my back as Alex keeps pushing and pushing and just as I think my eyes are going to roll back in my head and I might black out and I don’t know if it’s from pain or pleasure...he’s in.
He’s as far in as he’s going to get, and his chest falls against my back as he fucks me and Eli starts to move too, beneath me.
Both of them are inside of me is nearly too much and I’m too tight and too full and yet...
It’s everything. It’s fucking everything. Especially as Eli trails his hand down my throat and reaches between us, his fingers circling my clit. My
inner muscles contract around them and Alex groans against my neck, brushing my hair from my back with one hand and gripping my side with the other.
“Fuck,” he says against my skin. “Fuck you feel so good, Za. You’re so fucking tight. You’re so fucking good.”
They fuck me together, and Eli keeps circling my clit with his fingers, he keeps gripping my ass with one hand. The three of us are a sweaty, panting mess and Alex is still groaning and I’m moaning so loud I know people can hear me.
Kaitlyn will hear me. Us.
I know it and I don’t care.
I don’t care.
When Alex’s hand comes around my throat and his tongue is against my ear and then he’s actually all the way in, all the way inside of me and Eli is too, I just don’t care. I don’t fucking care.
I just want them. I just want this.
“Fuck, I love you,” Alex pants against my ear. “I fucking—I fucking love you,” his words are groans, and his fingers tighten around my throat as he fucks me harder and beneath me, Eli pinches and pulls my nipples and he fucks me, too. They’re both moving so fast and so hard I almost feel as if they’re competing. As if they’re trying to see who can break me first.
And maybe I shouldn’t be, but I’m turned on all the more for it and when I feel myself getting close, they must feel it too.
Eli cups my face with his hand. “I like feeling him fuck you against me,” he tells me as Alex does just that, every thrust driving me further against Eli. Eli’s hand is still between us, still circling me and I’m so close. “I like feeling you nearly get fucking ripped apart.”
God, I’m so close.
Eli likes it. Alex hates it. But Alex just told me he loves me. He just told me, so maybe he doesn’t.
Maybe he likes this, too.
Maybe he likes what I like.
“Come on, baby,” Alex says in my ear. His grip tightens on my throat so hard I’m no longer moaning because I’m no longer breathing. “Come for me. Come all over us for me. You’re a nasty fucking whore, but you’re my whore. You’re mine.”
And then Eli’s hand comes beside Alex’s and they’re both choking me, covering every inch of my throat. And everything is exploding in shades of grey and black behind my eyes and Eli’s other hand is between my legs, his fingers slick and wet against my swollen clit.
