A Valentine for Two

by Lia Davis

  Before long, I was fucking myself with the toy as he fucked my mouth, his hands on the back of my head as he filled up my throat. I could feel myself starting to gag, and he must have sensed it too as he backed off slightly, letting me catch my breath before continuing with the blow job.

  He threw his head back and moaned, called my name as I used my tongue on his dick. His thrusts were becoming more erratic and as I stared up at him, I saw him grit his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut. He was close. As was I. I could feel myself convulsing around the dildo, gripping it tighter with my pussy as my body prepared for another wild orgasm.

  I was expecting Malcolm to fill my throat with his cum, but again, he surprised me by yanking me up by the hair, the dildo falling to the floor by my feet.

  “Get on top of me,” he demanded as he laid down on the bed. “Ride my cock, Eve. I want to watch you bouncing up and down on my hard dick.”

  I obeyed and straddled his body. My pussy was on fire and I wanted to cum so hard – and almost did when I felt him press against my opening, which was ready and waiting for him. He slid inside of me easily and I rocked back and forth on his big, thick cock, pressing my clit up against his body. We were both already so close to orgasming, I knew it was only a matter of time.

  “Fuck me, baby,” he said, through gritted teeth. “Fuck me good and hard until you cum.”

  I did just as he asked. With the sensations building low within me, I bounced up and down on top of his cock, my skirt falling down around us. He lifted up my skirt and watched where our bodies united, the look on his face as he watched his cock move in and out of my pussy was one of pure ecstasy. He was transfixed on it, staring as if it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen in his life.

  I was grinding my body down hard on top of him now, feeling myself getting ever closer to going over that brink. Just as I felt like I couldn't hold out for a second longer, he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked it, sending me over the top. I called out his name, over and over again – “Malcolm, Oh God... Malcolm – ”

  I was so busy reveling in the pleasure he was giving me, I had barely looked at him. But that's when I saw the look on his face – it was the look of a man who was preparing to lose all control. I knew he was about to explode inside of me, and I squeezed my pussy tight around his cock to help facilitate that. And that's when I felt him burst, shooting his hot seed deep within me. Grabbing onto my ass, he pulled me down on top of him, and our bodies convulsed together, bucking wildly as our senses were overloaded with pleasure.

  I collapsed on top of him, my hair covering both of our faces as we tried to learn how to breathe all over again. I rested my head on his chest as he pushed the hair from my face, kissing me softly. As we lay there, our bodies intertwined, our breathing slowly coming back to normal, and our hearts slowing, there were no words spoken, none were needed. The silence as our bodies relaxed against one another was more than enough to know we had something special.

  Chapter Fifteen

  EVE

  I came home the following morning, sneaking in so my parents wouldn't catch me. I felt a lot like I had as a kid back in high school when I'd had to sneak in after a party or something – and about as far away from the adult woman I was. An adult woman capable of making her own choices and decisions in life. There was just something about being in my parents' home though, that brought me right back to those days of being a stupid kid.

  I honestly just didn't want them asking any questions about where I had been all night. I would have had a hard time lying to them, and the truth would have been more than a little awkward. I would much rather have rather stayed with Malcolm and savored a morning in bed with him. But, since I couldn't, I wanted to be home before my parents woke for the day – as silly as that sounded.

  Once I had my own place, I wasn't going to have to worry about any of that. No more sneaking in after a wild night. No more uncomfortable questions. Soon enough, I'd be in my own penthouse and would be free to do what I wanted. Soon enough, I wouldn't have to answer to anybody about where I was going and who I was seeing.

  Practically tiptoeing down the hallway, I made my way to my room as quietly as possible. Silently closing the door behind me, I collapsed into bed with a rush of relief. I was tired. Exhausted. We'd been up all night making love and talking, but I was still horny. That's what Malcolm and Dominic did to me. I was in a state of perpetual horniness. I wanted to fuck one more time that morning before I left, but we'd had to put an end to it. Malcolm, of course, took that opportunity to tease me. He'd touched me, played with me, but didn't allow me a release.

  “Getting you worked up so you can't stop thinking about me,” he'd said.

  Like there was any chance of that. Those men loved how much I yearned for them, ached for them – and they played with me like that fairly often. More times than not, they sent me home horny and wet, needing a release. It left me with little choice. Malcolm sent me home with the giant dildo and the vibrator we'd used together – which I was grateful for in that moment.

  My laptop was on my desk nearby, so I grabbed it and brought it over to my bed. Feeling slightly guilty, I turned the volume down low as I clicked on the link. Dominic and Malcolm shared their favorite videos with me, as a way of showing me what they liked. Surprisingly, we happened to share many of the same kinks – I just never knew how much I enjoyed them before I started getting together with them. And watching those videos – while imagining doing the same things with my two sexy men – was so incredibly hot. Not to mention that it never failed to get me off.

  I scrolled through the links and chose a video Malcolm had sent to me specifically. As it started to play, I watched as a woman around my age paraded around a room supposed to look like a classroom. She was dressed in a schoolgirl uniform – complete with pigtails, knee socks, and everything else. And she was with not one, but two older men who acted like her teachers. As I watched, I knew it was a fantasy I could see the three of us working out together as well.

  I bit my bottom lip, feeling myself grow wet as one of the men laid the woman over his lap, while the other one used a paddle on her ass. The woman seemed to be enjoying it, crying out in pleasure with every smack as she fingered herself and begged for more.

  I started out slow, just working the dildo's tip inside of me while the vibrator pulsed against my most sensitive parts. I watched on the screen as they took the woman from the man's lap and bent her over the desk. It was just like the first night with my men – one took up the front, forcing her to suck his cock as the other fucked her from behind. You could see the red marks upon her ass cheeks from the paddling they'd given her and it turned me on.

  As the camera zoomed in to man's cock entering that tight little pussy, I gasped as I shoved the dildo deep inside of me. I bit my lip and suppressed a scream as my body shook wildly from the intense sensation of being filled up so thoroughly. It brought to mind the first time Malcolm had fucked me – that night I was bent over and shared between the two of them. His cock had filled me up, taking me to new depths as he fucked me wildly. It had been an amazing, incredible night. One I'd probably never forget.

  I did my best to recreate the sensation of Malcolm's movements with the dildo, remembering exactly how amazing it felt to have him so deep inside of me. As I watched the porn, watched the two men pounding that girl from the front and the rear, I felt myself getting closer and closer to that release I needed, the release Malcolm had denied me.

  The trio on-screen were also getting very close, or rather, the man fucking the woman from behind was getting close. He threw his head back and moaned as he pulled his cock out of her. He yanked on his shaft wildly for a moment before spilling his seed all over her supple, red ass cheeks, a look of pure bliss upon his face.

  But if the schoolgirl thought she was finished, she was in for a treat as the second man took his position behind her. After the first man had finished and stepped away, the second man buried his dick inside that sopping wet pussy – an
d the woman's eyes rolled back in her head and she looked as if she was in heaven.

  I imagined Malcolm and Dominic taking turns with me like that. Pictured one of them finishing where the other left off, and that's what did it for me. I felt the orgasm come on fast, making my knees shake wildly. I was trying so hard not to make a sound, just in case someone happened to be up and moving around our house, but it was hard. Oh, it was hard not to scream out in pleasure, to call out the names of my lovers as I came hard, picturing them taking turns fucking me.

  And I was right to try and be quiet. I froze, my heart pounding as a knock on my door caught me off guard.

  “Honey, just making sure you're okay? I didn't see you come in last night,” my mom said, her voice muffled through the door.

  My voice was cracked and I felt like I could barely speak, but if I didn't say anything, she might enter and catch me with a giant dildo shoved deep inside of me with porn playing on my laptop. I cleared my throat and tried to speak as clearly as possible.

  “I'm fine, mom,” I said. “Just sleeping, that's all.”

  “Okay, honey. Just wanted to check,” my mother said.

  I listened as her footsteps receded down the hallway and breathed a sigh of relief. My pussy quivered around the dildo, but I waited until I heard her bedroom door shut at the end of the hallway before I continued. Many women might be inclined to stop after such a close call, but the thrill of being caught only heightened the orgasm that was building up. The knock at the door and the jolt of adrenaline that came with it delayed ever so slightly – which would only intensify the pleasure when it finally hit.

  I went back to the video on my screen just as they turned the woman over on the desk. The second man sat down and pulled her into his lap, and again, the camera zoomed in on his dick entering that wet, spasming pussy and I about lost it. She moaned wildly as the final inch of him filled her up, and I shoved that dildo so far inside of me that it hit my cervix – which pushed me over the edge.

  My heels were buried into the bed as I lifted my body upward, shaking and bucking and trying so hard not to scream out loud. I couldn't tell if I was making noise or not, and in that moment, nothing mattered except the waves of pleasure that were rolling through me. Nothing mattered but the explosive release tearing through me, the release I'd been yearning for ever since Malcolm brought me home.

  Now, the schoolgirl was on her knees as the second man was jerking himself off. She leaned in close as he grunted and covered her face in his cum. With his seed dripping off her cheeks and chin, she smiled as she lapped at his tip, savoring his load as if it was the finest of desserts.

  If that was what Malcolm and Dominic wanted to happen, oh hell yes – I was game for it.

  As my orgasm receded and my breathing returned to normal, I fell asleep dreaming of taking both their cocks at once, letting them both have their way with me at the same time.

  Chapter Sixteen

  EVE

  Valentine's Day means a lot of different things to different people. In the past? It was no different than any other day for me – except for the few nights back in college when my friends and I would stay up drinking wine and watching cheesy romance movies together. I couldn't recall ever being in a relationship over Valentine's Day. Not even my first ever high school relationship – we'd started dating after the holiday.

  Which was why I figured February the fourteenth was just another normal day. I had no real attached emotional significance to it. So, when Dominic and Malcolm asked me to spend time with them, I assumed it was going to be just another Saturday night with my men. We spent most weekends together in some capacity, either all three of us or me with one or the other. Since that first night, I'd never had a weekend alone, and I had no reason to suspect this weekend was going to be any different.

  Or so I'd thought.

  When Malcolm's Maserati pulled up, I nearly sprinted out of the house to avoid the questions and quickly climbed inside. I was wearing a sexy, but sweet, polka dotted dress with a bow at my bosom. Pink and black, with black thigh highs – my dress was short enough that the tops of my stockings showed when I sat down. I was told we were driving over to Dominic's place since his son, Xavier, was over at a friend's house. But as soon as I got into the passenger seat, I realized that Malcolm and I weren't alone.

  Dominic was in the backseat.

  “Well hello there,” I said with a surprised laugh. “What are you doing back there?”

  He leaned forward and kissed me, a predatory grin on his face. “We have a surprise for you, Eve,” he said.

  Without even asking or waiting for a reply, he blindfolded me with a satin scarf.

  “What kind of surprise?” I asked, secretly turned on by the feel of the satin against my skin.

  “You'll see. Now no more questions,” Dominic demanded. “Drive, Malcolm.”

  Their tones were so serious and strict, I didn't dare speak out or ask any further questions. I listened, being the good little girl that I was, and we drove around for a while. I swore that Malcolm was driving around in circles to confuse me, but eventually, the car stopped. I was curious about where we were, so I raised my hands to take off the blindfold, assuming it was fine, but Malcolm grabbed my hands, stopping me.

  “Not yet,” he said. “We didn't give you permission to remove it yet.”

  Dominic got out of the car first and Malcolm followed him out, climbing out of the incredibly cramped back seat, leaving me alone in the passenger's seat. I heard the doors opening and closing, and felt the car moving. But that was the only thing I had going for me since the world was blacked out. When my door opened, it felt like they each took one of my hands. Together, they led me to what felt like a path or walkway – the stone was hard beneath my feet.

  I didn't dare speak or ask where we were going since it was obvious I was meant to be silent and just obey. And I did just that.

  “There are a couple of stairs,” Malcolm said. “We'll guide you.”

  With their help, we carefully walked up a few steps and then I heard a door unlocking. The smell of the ocean was in the air, and at first, I thought perhaps we were at Malcolm's place. But he didn't have stairs that led to the front, did he? I was positive he didn't, but then started second guessing myself. It was one of those trivial details I took for granted and couldn't remember when I needed to.

  We stepped inside, my heels clicking on the wood flooring, and they led me down a hallway, neither of them saying a word. It was so quiet that our footsteps echoed more than usual. They helped me walk up some more stairs, and this time, it felt very different than either of their houses. Unless they were tricking me somehow by taking me in a side entrance, perhaps?

  The floor beneath my feet was a soft carpet, and that was different. In fact, the house smelled different too. I couldn't recall ever being somewhere like that – it smelled like a mixture of ocean air and fresh, clean wood. It was as if someone had recently installed new floors or bought new furniture. It was a pleasant smell nonetheless, and reminded me of a cozy home – somewhere I could be comfortable.

  When we got to the top of the staircase, we turned left and they stopped me before what I assumed was another door. This time though, when we stepped into it, my blindfold was dropped.

  My eyes grew wide as I stared at the bedroom in front of me. The room was dominated a four poster bed with a canopy that had been pulled back around it. The bed itself was made from a sturdy, rich wood and it was fitted with luxurious burgundy and purple blankets that made the entire room feel like it had been built for a queen.

  But that wasn't why my eyes were wide – it was what was on the bed that excited me the most.

  Toys, of all kinds, lined the top of the bed. There were far more than Malcolm had laid out that night at his place. There were whips of varying sizes, blindfolds, restraints, dildos and vibrators and items I couldn't make out. I looked over at Malcolm and then Dominic, a mischievous grin on my face.

  “What is all this?�
� I asked.

  “Your Valentine's Day surprise,” Dominic said. “And of course, we get a little out of it too.”

  He picked me up in his arms and kissed me, long and hard, as he carried me over to the bed. He gently laid me down on my back on the soft, velvety blanket. Malcolm stood beside him with his hands hidden behind his back – he was obviously hiding something. But what was he hiding? I opened my mouth to ask, but closed it again after thinking better of it.

  “Where should we start?” Dominic asked his brother.

  “Oh, I have an idea,” Malcolm said, pulling what turned out to be some silk scarves from behind his back.

  “But brother, whatever are we going to do with those?” Dominic asked, neither one taking their eyes off of me.

  Malcolm straddled me on the bed, pulling my body upward toward the top of the bed. He carefully laid my head against the pillows and then took my hand, tying the scarf around it before attaching it to the bed post. He took my other hand and did the same to the other side. I tested the bonds and found that they held firm. They weren't uncomfortably tight, but I wasn't going anywhere until they actually thought to untie me.

  There was a momentary flash of panic as I realized that I was completely tied down to the bed, at least by the arms. Dominic, however, took up my feet. He removed my high heels and tossed them across the room as he used the silk scarves to restrain my feet, spreading my legs wide open in front of them.

  Malcolm lifted up my dress, pushed it up my body and kissed my tummy. He teased me by moving lower and lower, but stopping right at my panties. There was a smoldering between my thighs that was beginning to burn brighter and I thrust my hips upward toward him, begging him with my body to go lower.

  Malcolm picked up something from the bed – a feather. He stroked it down my stomach, circling my belly button, before moving even lower. This time, he went lower, but not with his kisses – with the feather. I closed my eyes and soaked in the sensation of the soft feather gliding across my skin. He slipped my thong to the side and tickled my most intimate bits with the feather, taunting my opening with the lightest of touches.