“My pleasure, Angel, anything for you,” he says tenderly, before leaning in and kissing her softly.
“We’re really glad you’re here, Elsie,” Brian adds with sincerity in his voice.
Brian’s hand moves to rest on her thigh as she turns to look at him. He leans in to give her a gentle kiss. Butterflies, uncertainty, and warm arousal begin to flow through her all at once. John’s hand is stroking her other thigh gently. Heat courses through her, from their touch, making Elsie want to squirm in her seat.
“Eat up, Angel, then I want you to go upstairs and fill the Jacuzzi in the master bath, put some bubbles in and wait for us,” John tells her, his voice low and deep.
“We want to give you a bath, Baby Girl,” Brian explains, his voice taking on a husky tone as well.
Holy shit!! How the hell am I supposed to eat now?! Elsie thinks as heat shoots through her body, like lava oozing into every nook. She squeezes her thighs together as the pulsing throbs inside her and she feels her wetness escaping between her legs.
And they’re barely even touching her.
*
This is so wonderful, Elsie thinks as she slides down into the hot water and lays her head against the edge of the huge tub.
The bathroom is enormous, it’s easily as large as a bedroom. It has a Jacuzzi tub big enough for at least three people, a huge walk-in shower, and a double basin sink. The natural tones used in the rest of the house are also prevalent in the master bath, with tumbled stone throughout, on the floor, shower, backsplashes and accents along the walls. There’s a huge linen closet, where Elsie found gigantic towels. Big man, big towels.
I can’t believe I’m sitting in John’s bathtub waiting for him and Brian….to join me! Even though the water is doing a fantastic job soothing her, Elsie is beginning to panic. What am I doing here? I must be out of my mind to have thought I could go through with a night with these two warrior gods.
Just when she decides to leave and tell them she can’t do it, the bathroom door opens. Elsie is riveted to her spot, unable to move, her eyes fixed on the two large men entering the bathroom, the expressions on their faces are intense and piercing.
John enters first, his large frame filling the entire doorway, to the point that Elsie thinks he’s going to have to duck his head. His movements are determined as he slowly approaches the tub, his eyes fixed on the woman in the water, hungry, powerful, confident, and promising.
Brian comes in behind John and steps to his side so he can see Elsie in front of him. She looks like she’s floating on clouds, surrounded by all of those white bubbles. He is rigid and focused, his eyes penetrating into her.
Elsie slinks into the water a little bit more, feeling the intensity rolling off these two men.
“We’re going to get in with you now, Angel,” John explains, his voice husky.
He pulls the shirt over his head and Elsie’s eyes zero in on his nipples.
“When did you get your nipples pierced?” she squeaks out.
“They’ve always been pierced I just don’t wear the bars at the gym, or when I’m working,” he answers with a smirk lifting the corner of his beautiful mouth.
He throws his shirt to the side and begins to take off his pants. Stepping out of them, he sends his pants to land with his shirt. He is completely naked and his massive erection is standing tall in front of him.
Elsie can’t stop her jaw from dropping to the floor at the glorious sight of John naked before her.
“And those?” she can barely say the words.
“Yep, always,” he says loving Elsie’s reaction, his grin spreading across his face.
John has a Prince Albert piercing on the head of his engorged cock. At the base of his hard swollen shaft is another piercing, a bar.
Elsie almost licks her lips in wanton anticipation of those piercings in and on her.
I don’t deserve to touch her, John thinks to himself.
The demons he struggles to keep at arm’s reach every second of everyday come crashing down on him, yelling in his face and filling him with doubts. They bring with them the self-loathing which fits him like a well-worn shirt, nauseating him, churning his stomach and rising like vomit within him, unable to be controlled. He can’t ignore it any longer, the reminder that he doesn’t deserve affection, he doesn’t deserve kindness, and most of all, there is no way he deserves to be loved. He has so much blood on his hands, he’s killed so many people, he can never be washed clean. There are so many screaming voices in his head from the war he willingly participated in that sometimes, if he’s not careful, it’s the only sound he hears. The wails will go on endlessly, echoing through his head. Every single one of them so clear, the agonizing cries of innocent people, tortured by the enemy while he was ordered to stand down. For so long those people have been his only companions.
I am not going to succumb to this now! he tells himself as he steps into the tub, pushing everything aside except for the beautiful woman waiting for them. He slides in behind Elsie and pulls her back to his front, determined to live only in this moment. When she’s snuggled in place, he lets his hands begin to gently knead her shoulders and her arms wanting to relax and soothe her. He can feel how tightly wound her nerves are.
Brian has yanked off his shirt revealing his perfectly sculpted torso. The muscles ripple under his taut flesh, his chest is covered with soft-looking hair. He has a beautiful cobra tattoo, its head slithering from his back, over his shoulder to his chest, as if he’s about to strike. And he too has hoops in his nipples. Elsie wonders if she will be even more shocked by Brian’s piercings than she was with John’s.
“Don’t tell me there’s going to be a surprise down there, too,” Elsie croaks out.
They both laugh at her reaction, it was priceless.
“No, Baby Girl, no piercings on my cock. But I might consider it if you want it,” he winks at her, smiling devilishly.
Brian slides his pants off and throws them to the side with John’s. The sight of his erection is pure beauty. He’s long and wide, not as wide as John’s but John is huge, with a perfect head that begs you to run your tongue around the rim then along the big vein feeding down the underside of it. Elsie can see his balls and they are perfection as well, they don’t hang too low and they’re not tucked up too tight. Just perfect to hold in her hand.
Elsie meets their eyes and their gaze calls out a warning, ‘We’re coming for you so you’d better be ready.’ It sears into her, making her pussy throb and clench as she feels her juices being squeezed out of her.
Brian steps into the tub and sits in front of John and Elsie, then he moves in close. John’s hands slide up Elsie’s arms as she leans her back against him. She’s looking at Brian wide-eyed and both men can tell she’s tense and nervous. Brian gently places his hands on her legs and begins to massage them at her calves. They go slow so they don’t spook her, but they don’t want to go too slowly. The deep rubbing along her muscles and the hot water lapping at her skin begin to work and she finds herself melting into an intoxicated bundle of arousal. She feels drunk from the pleasures of their touch and she begins to let her desire take over. Brian lifts her legs over John’s knees opening her up to him. Her head dips back onto John’s shoulder as her need skyrockets. She needs them to touch her, enter her, fill her, and quench this hunger raging inside of her.
Oh God, she moans.
“Yes, Angel, we know,” John’s voice purrs next to her ear.
His mouth begins a torturous assault on her neck and shoulder, biting her lightly, his tongue stroking from her shoulder up her neck. His arms circle her pinning her arms down at her sides as he takes her breasts in each of his hands. His fingers swirl around each nipple making them scream for his touch. John has her legs pressed against the sides of the tub and she’s desperate for Brian to answer the call of her throbbing pussy.
Every part of her body is quivering and aching with need. She is immobilized with her arms pinned and her legs splayed open. Everythin
g in her is on the verge of exploding with anticipation. One touch, one flick, one whisper is all it will take for her to shatter.
Brian slides his hands under the globes of Elsie’s cheeks and pulls her down John’s chest, tilting her so that her ass is exposed to him as well. Both of her holes are waiting to be teased, fondled, and played with. He needs her ass open so he can prepare her to take him there, because she will and she’ll be begging him to by the time he gets her ready. He moves his hands up the creases of her thighs, where they meet her legs, and he can feel her fighting the desire to writhe under their hands. He knows she won’t be able to fight it much longer. Brian’s fingers begin a delectable exploration of her wet folds and throbbing clit. He places one hand on her mound and spreads her lips open. The other hand is tracing circles around her clit then glides in and out of her oozing pussy. He slides his thumb into her and rubs her inner walls while he begins to tease the entrance of her ass.
“Taste her Brian, she’s fucking delicious,” John whispers roughly.
Brian’s grin spreads across his face lending a devilish air to his boyish good looks.
“I think I will, John.”
Brian lifts his hand from the water then sucks a finger in his mouth.
“You taste fucking incredible, Baby Girl, I can’t wait to bury my face between your legs and suck your cum from you.”
Brian leans forward and begins to tantalize Elsie’s mouth with his tongue, stroking her lips, teasing her, as his fingers return to her soaking pussy. His kiss is different than John’s. Where John is demanding and hungry, Brian is seductive and teasing. While his mouth titillates Elsie, his thumb enters her again and rubs at the electric nerve endings as he presses a finger against her back hole.
His mouth leaves hers and he quietly instructs her, “Relax, Baby Girl, and let yourself open up for me.”
With John’s fingers twisting and teasing her nipples Elsie moves her hips harder onto Brian’s fingers, pushing into them, asking him with her body to please give her what she needs.
“Yes,” the word leaves Elsie’s lips on a whispered moan.
John nibbles his way along Elsie’s jaw, she turns her face to his and he devours her mouth like a starving man. Brian holds her against John with his hand holding her open. John’s fingers never ceasing in their flicking Elsie’s nipples, making her chest rise and fall with growing need. She pushes herself further onto Brian’s fingers, begging him to enter her…everywhere.
“Please,” she moans against John’s mouth.
Brian pulls his thumb out and inserts two fingers, coating them with her silky juices. He takes them out and presses one against her back hole while he slides his other fingers along the sides of her clit. Her back entrance opens for him and he pushes inside slowly. Her hips move to meet him burying his finger all the way inside her tight ass. A long moan escapes her as her body begins its erotic dance. He takes another finger, coated with her juices, and pushes it against that same tight opening, demanding to be let in. She opens form him and he slowly slides in.
“Oh God,” she moans again.
A growl comes from deep inside John’s chest. He moves one of his hands lower as Brian begins to fondle the breast John just freed. John wraps an arm around Elsie’s waist and lifts her higher up his on stomach, while sliding himself further into the water. He pushes two fingers into her heat and he and Brian begin to move together in and out, taking her on an erotic ride of seduction. John clasps her clit between two fingers and rubs the swollen nub between them. With Brian’s fingers in her ass and John’s fingers working her pussy and clit, Elsie shatters, pulsing and squeezing and fucking them, letting everything inside of her go.
“OH GOD, YES, PLEASE, YES!!” she screams.
“That’s it, Angel, fuck us, just like that, cum all over us. We want you dripping from our fingers,” John coos huskily into her ear.
“I want it all,” she breathes as her orgasm rocks her, going on and on.
“Oh, Angel, we are going to give you more than you ever imagined,” John growls, his massive rock-hard erection digging into her back. His hunger for her is almost too much to bear. He grasps Elsie’s chin firmly and turns her face towards him so he can claim her mouth, feasting on it, trying to sate some of his need. .
CHAPTER 7 “Oh, feeling crazy. The moon is up, the night is hazy. Let’s get lost in the shadows, somewhere we can go and no one else can find. Loosen up your body ‘til you come undone,” Lyrics “Fun” by Pitbull featuring Chris Brown
Oh my God, I can hardly think! Elsie squeezes her eyes shut, trying to regain even a tiny piece of composure.
After what just happened in the tub, her whole body is screaming for more. Her pussy continues to spasm, begging to be filled, John and Brian had awakened a whole new realm of sensations with their explorations of her forbidden hole, so now, it is greedy for attention too. Her breasts are aching with need and she still feels a whisper of their lips on her taut nipples.
I’m dying, I’m so fucking horny! she thinks to herself, as a moan involuntarily escapes her kiss-swollen lips. This is going to be a loooong night.
“How are you doin’, Angel?” John asked in his deep, sultry, voice from the doorway.
Just the sound of his voice makes her body react, everything within her surges with need.
Elsie averts her eyes from her reflection in the mirror, to the massive man filling the doorway. She didn’t hear him open the door so she has no idea how long he’s been watching her.
“How do I look, Mountain Man?” she asks him with a slight tremor in her voice, her attempt at sarcasm was a total failure. She turned to face him but now she is questioning her decision.
John chuckles as he pushes himself away from the doorframe to move towards her. He’s dressed all in black again, from the body-hugging silk/cotton blend T-shirt and cargo pants, to his big black boots. He has his two silver hoop earrings in, one in each ear, and his long jet-black hair is loose. Elsie can’t stop the ripples of arousal flowing through her as she envisions his other piercings.
Everything about him screams predator, she thinks as her heart rate accelerates, and anybody as fucking hot as him should be illegal. She involuntarily takes a step back and bumps into a dresser.
“Actually Angel, you looking, amazing,” he says smiling broadly, taking her in from the tips of her toes, one foot encased in a black patent leather ballet flat, the other in an over-the-knee mile high stiletto boot, to the top of her blue-black hair.
“I think the boots will be perfect for after the party, Dollface, with just the corset and stockings,” John looks at her hungrily.
Elsie is wearing a long-sleeved, red velvet, mini-dress with a black, lace-up bustier overtop. The neckline, a low scoop, neck reveals the tops of her creamy white breasts, which quiver just a bit when she takes a deep breath. On her legs she’s wearing black pantyhose with a seam up the back and a bow sewn into the tops of the seam. She looks hot and feels even hotter.
She can feel the blush of embarrassment creeping over her pale skin at his compliment, but at the same time she also gapes at him in shock.
Oh my God! the words flash through her mind like a neon sign over the door of a cheap-ass bar.
He stands so close to her, they’re almost touching. He lowers himself to a crouch, in front of her, and slowly runs his hands down her exposed upper thigh. He lowers the zipper and it’s the only sound in the room. His strokes leave a trail tingling down the inside of her leg. John pulls the boot off her foot, sets it to the side with the match, then takes the other ballet flat and slides it gently onto her small foot. Before he stands, he lifts her skirt and holds her hips firmly in his large hands. He places a kiss on the bone at the apex of her thighs. The erotic intimacy of his kiss makes her body quiver. John then lowers Elsie’s skirt, hiding his treasure, and stands in front of her again.
“Look at me, Angel,” he says gently.
She lifts her head slowly, as her teeth pull on her lower lip.
Her eyes go wide as she stares up at him. Again he’s made her speechless.
“You are an amazing, beautiful, and extremely sexy woman. What we do, all of it, is for you, Angel, to take care of you, to adore you, to make you crazy with pleasure. Let go of your inhibitions, and let us take you where we know you need to go, ok?” he looks into her eyes. “Do you trust us, Angel?” he asks, searching her face.
“Yes, Mountain Man, completely,” she answers him without hesitation.
He sees her physically relax and it warms him inside. She’s been so brave, coming here with them and agreeing to let them both take her. They’ve only known each other for a short time but Elsie trusts them and he’s proud of her for being so strong. He takes her petite frame and presses it against his body as she reaches her arms around his waist.
“Now, back to your question, you also look like you are about to burst with need,” John tells her, a smirk lifting a corner of his lips.
Elsie’s chest, neck, face and ears explode with heat from the blush that erupts within her.
John’s head falls back as he laughs at her reaction, his chest and stomach vibrating against her.
“Don’t worry, us too, Angel, me and Brian’s balls hurt so fucking bad we can hardly walk,” John says, still laughing.
“No shit,” Brian joins in, as he enters the room. To accentuate the point, Brian reaches down to adjust his crotch through his jeans. “My dick is still hard,” he says rubbing himself.
“Oops, sorry. Yeah, I guess it would be,” Elsie says eyeing the nice-sized bulge in his pants.
Brian is the poster child for sophisticated surfer dudes, he can rock a tuxedo as easily as a pair of board shorts. Tonight he’s got on a simple white t-shirt and a pair of expensive jeans, no one has ever made a white tee look as good as he is right now. She can see the faint outline of his sexy hoops through his shirt.
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