by Parker Grey
But we don’t go out again, not out of sight of the cabin. We cook a lot, we read books. We find a turntable in the mostly-unused study, and the three of us hang out together, trying to appreciate the classical music records we find.
It goes okay. Neither Kieran nor I are particularly into classical music, but at this point, we’ll take anything.
A top-secret messenger from the palace shows up one day. He knows the password and the secondary password, has the right seal on his all-wheel-drive, and hands over a message that can be unencrypted using only a book that’s already inside the cabin.
The message doesn’t tell us much. Only that nothing else has happened and they haven’t gotten to the bottom of the conspiracy. The video that broadcast over the airwaves — all digital, obviously — was sent out from some sort of heavily encrypted ISP that originated in North Korea.
To put it lightly, it’s unlikely that Voravia will ever convince North Korea to investigate. They don’t think the country was involved, but they’ll never tell us who was.
The message tells us to stay put, at least for a little while longer.
Which is fine. Because cabin fever might be setting in, just a little, but I could spend years in this cabin with Bianca and Kieran and never get bored. She’s funny and witty, interested in everything, and Kieran’s already my best friend. When there’s no fun to be had, the three of us can make it.
Plus, the sex. Bianca’s insatiable and she makes me feel that way too, the combination of innocence and pure lust are almost more than I can handle.
She sucks us both off in the shower, swallowing both of us, one after the other, while she rubs herself. We wake up in the middle of the night to her grinding against us in her sleep, so we wake her up and take turns.
To get back at Kieran, one day when he’s outside I lock the back door and then we fuck in front of it, Bianca coming hard with two fingers up her ass while he searches frantically for the keys.
She wants everything, begs us for it, and it’s impossible to say no when she’s wet and splayed on the kitchen table with your cock down her throat.
Not that I mind. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
One afternoon, Kieran and I are both reading our books from Belle’s in the living room when the door opens and in walks Bianca.
Wearing lingerie.
Yeah, she’s got our attention. It’s just a sheer white slip, positively modest for lingerie, but through it I can see the outline of her stiff nipples as they poke through the fabric, and the cleft of her ass.
She doesn’t say anything, but she knows we’re watching as she makes her way silently to the kitchen, opens the fridge, and takes out a bottle of champagne. She must have gotten it from the wine cellar without either of us noticing, and then she grabs three champagne glasses and walks for the back door, toward the veranda.
“I’m gonna take a dip in the hot tub,” she says, cocking her head slightly to one side, in that way that makes me absolutely crazy. “If anyone wants to join?”
Chapter Twenty
Bianca
I slide the glass door shut behind myself carefully, champagne bottle in one hand and glasses in the other, heart beating fast.
Kieran and Beckett do something to me. They make me insatiable, make me crave them every second that we’re not together. I think they’ve turned me into a nymphomaniac or something.
It’s insane.
And it’s not like I didn’t think about sex before. I wasn’t one of those virgins, not like my cousin Aurora, though God knows her husband Declan is banging her six ways from Sunday every night now.
But I had desires. I got myself off. I had sex toys. I even watched porn a couple of times, though I found it kind of hard to get into. The women never look like they’re actually enjoying it, you know?
I take the wire cage off the champagne cork, grab it, and pull it out with a loud pop as I glance at the back door. I’m one hundred percent sure that Beckett and Kieran are coming, obviously.
I pour the champagne into my own glass, put the bottle and the other two glasses on the deck floor, turn on the bubbles, and get in, white slip and all.
Instantly, I’m soaked, and the white slip I’m wearing may as well be made of tissue paper. I can see my own nipples clear as day through it, and it’s stuck to me like glue, every curve of my entire body vividly outlined.
Strangely, it makes me nervous. Even though I know I shouldn’t be, I still am. Nervous that I’m being too aggressive, too forward, and even though I know that I’m obviously wrong, I can’t help it.
I swig down the whole glass of champagne, refill my glass, chug that one too. Just as I’ve refilled my glass again — this time to sip it, thanks — the door opens.
My pulse speeds up, my nipples harden, and my pussy pounds with desire. They’re not even out here yet, but this is what they do to me.
“You wanted company, right?” Beckett’s voice says, and he emerges from the door.
Then he stops. He stares, and I bite my lip, relaxing against the side of the hot tub, breasts just barely out of the water, letting him look. The way he looks, I can practically feel him caressing me, stroking me, squeezing my breasts and biting my nipples just the way I like...
“...Unless you wanted all three glasses of champagne,” he says, his voice suddenly less focused.
Behind him Kieran comes out, too, slides the door shut behind him silently.
“I don’t mind the company,” I say, trying to make my voice sound light. The champagne is taking effect quickly.
Good.
Without another word, both men take off their shirts, then their pants. I watch, practically drooling over their perfectly sculpted bodies, firm abs and bulging biceps. That V that cuts down over their hips, like an arrow pointing at their huge, thick cocks.
Cocks that are both already rock-hard, pointing skyward. I stare. I can’t help myself.
“See something you like, Princess?” Beckett growls at me, walking toward the hot tub.
“I see two things,” I murmur back, practically licking my lips.
This is what I wanted. Of course it’s what I wanted, to fuck them both in the hot tub. But it’s not all I want, not tonight.
I lean my head backward, over the lip of the tub, arching my back and letting my breasts come fully out of the water. My nipples pucker instantly with the coolness of wet fabric against them, and I’m breathing harder, already excited.
Beckett steps closer, his powerful frame towering over me, Kieran right next to him. I circle one nipple with a finger, looking up at them, and I lick my lips.
Slowly, Beckett steps forward. He grabs my hair, tugs at it, and I let him pull me down until my head is upside-down, hanging over the lip of the hot tub, his thick cock bobbing in front of my face. His movements are almost dreamy, a little trance-like, even as I move my other hand to my breasts, pinching my nipples between my fingers.
He knows what I want, and he knows it’s what he wants. Slowly, he pushes the tip of his cock between my lips, and I open my mouth obligingly, taking in his thick length until he stops against the back of my mouth.
Beckett strokes my throat with his thumb, and at the same time, someone’s hand pinches a nipple, making me moan.
“Swallow my cock, Princess,” he growls.
I take a deep breath and force my throat to relax. Beckett pushes in, hard, and after a second I feel the head of his cock pop into my throat and he slides the rest of himself in smoothly until my lips are at the bottom of his shaft, my eyes watering.
Above me, he moans, growls, pulls a little harder on my hair, fucking my throat for a few more strokes before pulling back. I gasp for air even as I lick and slurp the juices from his cock and he strokes my neck with his thumb.
“God, I love watching you do that,” he murmurs, stepping back.
I swallow, unable to really speak in this position, but I love doing it. Even from this position, totally prone and being fucked, I get
a sense of power from it, that I’m the one making these two powerful, dominant, sexy men lose control.
I love letting them use me however they want. I love that they have total access to my body, anything, anywhere.
Kieran steps forward, and I open my mouth obediently. He doesn’t go slow like Beckett does, doesn’t pause when he hits my soft palette, just forces me to open my throat and swallow him instantly. I’d moan if I could but he’s filling my mouth and throat, hands pinching and rolling at my nipples as I bend backward over the hot tub.
They take turns. By the second time I swallow Kieran, listening to him growling up above me, telling me how pretty I am with my mouth stuffed with cock, I’m already reaching down between my legs, touching myself.
My clit and lips are already swollen with desire, and just touching myself sends a shock of pleasure through my whole body. Kieran pulls out of my throat as I suck him, and Beckett steps forward, his hand tightly around his shaft.
He puts the head of his cock between my lips, and I lick and suck at him, swirling my tongue around, but he doesn’t let me take him in any further.
Instead he pulls out again, Kieran taking his place with a groan, my throat bulging. There’s a splash as Beckett gets into the hot tub, and I feel myself lifted out of the water, my hand brushed away as Beckett sinks two fingers into my pussy, making my hips buck.
“Seems unfair to make you do it yourself, Princess,” he growls, crooking his fingers, making my back arch. “Though I do just fucking love how turned on you are after sucking my cock.”
The moment Kieran pulls out of my mouth Beckett grabs my hips, flips me over. Now my knees are on the bench of the hot tub, my elbows on the lip, and I’m looking up at Kieran while panting for breath.
My slip is already shoved up over my hips, but Beckett takes a moment to caress my ass as Kieran wipes away the tears from my face with one thumb, his hand moving down, pinching one nipple.
“I’m starting to hope they never find out who made that video,” he murmurs. “If never finding out means getting to do this morning and night, I’m happy to live in ignorance forever.”
Beckett runs thumb over my pussy, collecting the wetness already gathered there, slides it up and coats my back hole with it. He massages the little pink bud with his thumb carefully, gently, just until I moan and then his thick cock is waiting at my entrance, pushing between my lips.
He enters me. I gasp, just like I do every time, because every time I could swear he’s gotten bigger, he stretches me further and fills me more. I don’t know how I’m always surprised at his length and girth, but I am.
With both of them. And I’m surprised at how utterly and completely I want to give myself over to them every time. Just lay down moaning in front of them and tell them to tear their pleasure out of me.
He fucks me hard and fast and I moan, whimper, say his name as my eyes roll. His thumb is still on my back hole, and I push my hips backward with every thrust, wanting him to penetrate me there, too.
And then Kieran’s got my hair in his hand, guiding his cock to my mouth and I suck him in, swallowing eagerly as he presses the short, curly hairs of his hips against my lips, my nose against his flesh.
“I love when you beg to be fucked from both ends,” he growls, thrusting shallowly into my throat, groaning with pleasure.
They fuck me together, in perfect time, thrusting as one. Kieran pulls out sometimes, lets me breathe, but even as I’m gasping for air I’m hungrily licking and sucking his cock, wanting him back inside me even as I buck back against Beckett, wanting him inside both holes.
Then, finally: I feel him enter me, fucking me hard with his cock but gently with a finger, just barely sliding inside. Kieran pulls out of my mouth and I moan, pushing back.
“More,” I whimper. “Please, God, Beckett, I need more.”
He pushes another finger into my ass and I throw my head back, groaning. I love how full I feel, and sucking Kieran’s cock into my mouth again only adds to the feeling.
He adds a third finger, and my eyes go wide. My knees tremble, and I can’t do anything with my mouth at the base of Kieran’s cock, but my whole body reacts like a series of tiny explosions going off. He fucks me again, this time with his cock and his fingers.
I come, moaning and shouting as Kieran pulls out, my hands scrabbling at the edge of the hot tub.
“Oh my God,” I whimper, waves of electricity rushing through my whole body as he keeps going, not giving an inch. “Oh God, Beckett, Kieran.”
Beckett grabs my hair, pulls my head up, burying himself as deep and hard as he can while I quaver around him.
“Kieran,” he growls.
Kieran steps away, leaving the two of us standing there in the hot tub, Beckett stuffing both my holes. I’m still coming, wave after wave hitting me as I’m helpless, pinioned to him.
Kieran crouches down, pulls something from a pants pocket. Tosses it to Beckett.
Beckett pulls his finger from my ass, and even as I whimper in disappointment, I can feel something cool and viscous being poured over my tight back hole. I squirm again, but then Kieran’s back, guiding his cock to my mouth and I take him in, licking and sucking at the head, sliding my lips down the shaft as far as I can reach.
Beckett grabs my hip and pulls his still rock-hard cock from my pussy. I whimper, my lips around Kieran’s cock.
“No,” I manage to say. “Come inside me.”
Beckett doesn’t say anything, just chuckles.
Then I feel something new. The tip of his cock at my back hole, sliding around in something slippery, one of his hands on my shoulder.
“Relax, Princess,” he murmurs, and then he pushes into me.
I gasp, my whole body going rigid, my eyes slamming shut. A hand strokes my hair, gently, and before I know it Kieran’s letting me nestle my face against his strong hip, his hands soothing as Beckett takes my hips, pulls me back.
“Oh God,” I whisper. I feel like Beckett’s cock is splitting me in two, his head impossibly wide and thick, stretching me past my limits.
Beckett just grunts.
“It can’t,” I whisper, Kieran’s hand on my hair. “God, Kieran, it can’t...”
“Almost there,” Beckett growls, his hands tracing patterns on my back. “Just relax like a good girl, and — oh, fuck.”
There’s a moment where I really think I can’t, I think Beckett is going to tear me in half, but then there’s an odd popping sensation and it doesn’t hurt any more, and I take a quick, short breath in surprise.
And I realize: Beckett’s in my ass.
“I told you,” he says, his breathing heavy, labored. “Jesus, Bianca, you feel so fucking good...”
He slides in, slowly. Gently. He goes millimeter by millimeter as I moan, gasp, sometimes licking Kieran’s cock. Little by little he buries himself hilt-deep inside me until suddenly, he’s all the way in.
It’s strange, but it’s wonderful. It’s like electrical charges zipping across my skin, feels good in ways I could never have imagined.
He starts fucking my ass, the tight bud still stretched around him, and he’s careful and gentle but I can tell he wants more. He wants to fuck my ass hard and fast, and I want to give him everything.
Then Kieran’s cock is in front of my mouth, and I take him in again, but now he’s merciless, pushing it into my throat, making me swallow him again.
Heat blossoms inside me. God, this is so dirty, so wrong, so filthy. I’m a princess, I shouldn’t be deep-throating one man while another one fucks my ass.
But it feels so good. It feels so good and so wrong that I’m moaning every time Kieran lets me breathe, I’m thrusting back against Beckett, letting him bury his cock inside my back hole as deeply as he possibly can.
And I’m about to come again. I’m going to come like this, a cock in my ass and a cock in my throat, and I’m going to come harder than I ever have before.
They both fuck me a little harder, and I moan a little loude
r, their hands everywhere as they growl dirty things at me, but it only makes the heat blossom inside me faster, brings me closer to the brink.
“Come,” Beckett finally says. “I want to feel you come with my cock in your ass, you sweet filthy thing.”
He thrusts into me harder than ever before, my eyes rolling back in my head with pleasure.
“Come for us,” he says again, and this time I do.
It’s a bomb going off, it’s a chandelier shattering, it’s a tsunami breaking over my head and threatening to drown me. I’ve never come like this before, from these sensations, and I’m completely unprepared for what it’s going to feel like or how good it does.
I shake, I shiver. My whole body jolts and then before I know it, Kieran is grabbing my hair, pushing my lips all the way down his cock, Beckett thrusting all the way into me at the exact same time and they explode in unison, one of them filling my mouth and the other filling my ass with jolt after jolt of their sticky liquid.
I love it. I love when they drag orgasms out of me like this. I love feeling them come inside me, knowing that I made them do this. I love swallowing them and feeling them drip down my thigh later, a reminder of what I’ve been up to.
It’s dirty and messy and probably wrong but it’s ours, and I wouldn’t give it up for anything.
Kieran pulls out of my mouth, already going soft. I swallow one last time and he kisses me, and it’s sweet and tender, me on my knees in the hot tub and him standing outside it.
Beckett slides out of my ass, grabbing a nearby towel, and cleans us both off delicately while I kiss Kieran long and hard. Then he wraps his arms around me, turns my head, claims by mouth as his own.
“How do you like belonging to us?” he asks.
“I love it,” I whisper back.
Chapter Twenty-One
Kieran
The rest of that day feels strange and dreamy, like something’s shifted in our relationship. Like something that started based on sheer desire, sheer lust has somehow changed.
