Pervade Duet: Pervade London & Pervade Montego Bay

by Vanessa Fewings

  I immediately became aroused as I caught their shared glances of intimacy. I’d yearned to see their affection for each other because in the space between them was the expanse where I belonged.

  “I’m going to fuck her and you’re going to watch,” warned James.

  Xavier threw him a wary glance.

  My body shuddered at seeing their rivalry fueled with masculine power, the sensual scene continuing to play out despite all the uncertainty.

  James quickly stripped off all his clothes, proudly displaying his muscular body—that haunted look in his eyes revealing so much…

  He approached the end of the bed, staring down at me like I was prey he was about to devour, his erection stiff and curling up his abdomen.

  Xavier began to undress, keeping his gaze on James.

  James ignored him. “Emily, this is what’s known as a goodbye fuck.”

  Xavier walked over and grabbed James’ arm. “We talked about this.”

  Freeing both wrists, I sat up and watched wide-eyed at what looked like a fight brewing.

  James pressed Xavier back against the wall. “You know it’s the right decision.”

  “You’re not doing that to her,” snapped Xavier.

  “Don’t accept an invitation to bed and show surprise when I blow the whole thing up,” James sneered. “It’s me, remember?”

  Xavier pushed James away and then spun him around so that his back crashed against the brick. “You’re trying to make us hate you by pushing us away.”

  James was already leaning in for a forceful, passionate kiss, an impressive show of power. Their lips clashed together, their tongues lashing, mouths widening, each man struggling to gain control before they both surrendered, slipping into an affectionate embrace.

  James stepped away. “You still love me after everything,” he teased. “How endearing.”

  “You know I do.”

  “That’s your mistake.” James opened the top drawer of the dresser and pulled out a tube of lubricant.

  “Seriously?” Xavier’s erection contradicted his scornful tone.

  Both men faced off with each other in an erotically dark scene. James squeezed some clear lube onto his fingertip and grabbed Xavier, spinning him around and smearing the lube between his opponent’s ass cheeks before slapping him playfully.

  Xavier broke away and shoved James backwards. The men struggled to overcome each other like two naked Olympians fighting for control, looking both dangerous and gorgeous.

  James grabbed the back of Xavier’s neck and pushed him down on all fours until he was kneeling on the carpet. “Do you want this?” he asked hoarsely.

  “Fuck you,” snapped Xavier.

  “Last chance, Rothschild.”

  “Yes…please.”

  With one swift move, James mounted Xavier and thrust his hips forward, burying his cock inside Xavier’s ass. Both men cried out, one in savage victory and the other from the fierce penetration that had him shuddering.

  James continued to dominate Xavier by holding him down.

  I put my hand over my mouth, watching in shock and awe.

  Xavier arched his spine, letting out a long moan. He then tried to buck off his rider, but James was relentless. He gripped Xavier, his biceps bulging as he mastered him with a powerful hold, his erection buried deep.

  James brought his hand around and stroked Xavier’s cock from base to tip, causing the younger man to groan loudly, proving he was reveling in each thrust. They continued to buck out their pleasure as though needing this erotic struggle, yet denying each other the win.

  My cheeks burned from witnessing such raw intimacy, my sticky thighs giving away how indulgent this felt—their intense passion played out before me in an exquisite show of power.

  I rose to my knees on the bed, ready to pounce to the floor if Xavier called my name. Yet his expression was one of pure ecstasy. James’ hand was wrapped tightly around his hardness like a relentless piston, causing him to rock back into him.

  Moments later Xavier stiffened and gave a deep-throated groan as he climaxed, spurting cum in an arch into the air. James squeezed the last remnants from him as he himself stilled, his grunts sounding primal as he came inside his lover.

  James leaned over onto Xavier’s back, both of them breathless as he caressed Xavier’s shoulders—a show of affection that perhaps he thought might make up for his attack, even though Xavier had seemingly enjoyed it.

  It was beautiful to see this moment of understanding between them. Despite all their words of resistance, their actions revealed a truth they could no longer deny. The men had a fiery chemistry that would constantly draw them back together.

  They finally broke apart and pushed to their feet. For a long moment the two of them stood staring into each other’s eyes as though assessing what to do next.

  Then Xavier followed James into the bathroom and they closed the door. I heard the sound of the shower being turned on.

  My head crashed back onto the pillow and I replayed that stunning scene of my beautiful men fucking each other wildly. My fingers moved down between my sticky thighs, feeling the wetness and the tingles that would make withdrawing my hand impossible.

  All I wanted in this world was them.

  Emily

  My body shuddered at the sight of James walking out of the bathroom naked. When he reached the bed, he leaned over and kissed my forehead.

  “I’m sorry, Emily,” he said softly. “I’ve been cruel.”

  “Are you okay?” My voice cracked with emotion.

  James glanced over at Xavier, who was leaning against the doorjamb watching us.

  “Em, you have to trust me when I say…” James brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes. “I adore you.”

  I raised my head to whisper in his ear. “Please say goodbye properly. Do it for Xavier…for the three of us.”

  He gave me a tender smile. “You know I can’t deny you anything.” His eyes held a sorrowful expression. Something held him back, and we all knew who she was.

  It made my heart shatter like glass.

  He looked distraught. “I wish I could be more for you.”

  “Let’s cherish this time together.”

  James looked back at Xavier as though gauging his reaction. Xavier offered a nod of encouragement, his eyes assessing us both.

  A moment passed between them, unspoken and unguarded.

  I looked up at James. “Take what you need.”

  James sank onto the bed and his mouth crashed down on mine on what threatened to be our last kiss. It was passionate and loving, conveying all the sentiments he couldn’t find a way to say.

  I saw the pain reflected in his eyes and my heart twisted.

  I tugged down the throw I’d covered myself with, exposing my breasts. James caressed my sensitive nipple and it pebbled at his touch. A jolt of arousal panged deep.

  I’d found my way back to him—if only for these few precious hours.

  This felt right and pure—it was something I could hold on to when we were no longer together.

  James drew my nipple into his mouth and suckled rhythmically, making my clit tingle with his teasing.

  I closed my eyes and let out a sigh when Xavier’s lips closed over my other nipple. This felt divine, as though something holy was happening between us as they showed how much they cared with their demonstrations of affection.

  Both men left a trail of kisses down my abdomen, moving lower still until they were kneeling before me. They each hooked an arm beneath one of my knees to spread my legs farther apart until my sex was completely on display to them.

  I saw the lust in their eyes as they surveyed my pussy; no doubt a reflection of my own expression.

  I wanted this…wanted them. I needed to be loved entirely, fucked entirely.

  Mesmerized, I lay back on the bed, panting, as I watched them lean in to lap at my sex at the same time. Surely this would prove they could share me. It felt divine as each tongue flicked my clit with a
feverish desire—now and again their tongues clashing with each other.

  “Oh, God,” I moaned.

  James sat up and inserted two fingers inside my pussy, sliding them in and out steadily. Xavier continued to lick me with brilliant precision, his tongue working circles on my swollen clit, causing my thighs to tremble and my hips to rock. Clenching my teeth, I tried to endure the intensity.

  I told myself this wasn’t goodbye. This was us finding our way back to what we were meant to be. They were mine and I was theirs. Fate had always intended to bring us back to a place where we could just be ourselves—the three of us together at last.

  James pulled his fingers out and reached for my labia, parting the folds so that Xavier’s tongue could ravish me in greater swirls.

  “I need you both,” I pleaded.

  I took their hands and pulled them back onto the bed. I climbed onto all fours in front of my beautiful men. They rose up onto their knees and brought their cocks together. Dipping my head, I took the tips of their erections a little way into my mouth, stretching it wide. A long moan escaped me as I tasted and teased, lapping at their pre-cum, my hand holding their shafts together.

  James grasped my hair to control my movement, lifting my head to position it over Xavier’s cock. I took it all the way into my mouth and then James lifted my head again so I’d take his erection deep into my throat. I went back and forth between them in a perfect rhythm as easy as a metronome. This was James proving how exquisite it was to share.

  With me still on all fours, Xavier navigated himself so that he was behind me. His hands gripped my hips and he slid his cock into my pussy, pushing through my tautness and grinding his hips with steady thrusts.

  I continued to deep-throat James, saliva dripping from my mouth until he was slick. This was him ruling me all over again. With Xavier fucking me from behind and shoving me forward, I eased into a perfect pace.

  Xavier withdrew and flipped onto his back, sliding under me so that his face rested between my thighs. His tongue darted to my labia and he began eating my pussy aggressively as I continued to suck James off, hearing his groans and sighs and sharing them as I went with this heady mood of erotic divinity.

  I never wanted it to end.

  “Turn around, Emily,” demanded James.

  Xavier sat up so I’d have room to move. James pulled me onto his lap so that my back was to his chest. I sank down onto his cock with ease, and it felt firm and familiar. Leaning back against James and holding Xavier’s gaze, the connection between the three of us felt profoundly moving.

  Here with them in Montego Bay, it was though love promised to find its way.

  Xavier leaned forward between my thighs and, with a gentle hand, eased my folds apart. His breath felt warm on my sex and then came the sensation of his tongue circling my clit. My moans resonated around us.

  I felt like I was going to die from pleasure, with Xavier licking my pussy and feeling each delicious thrust from having James inside me, the fullness almost overwhelming.

  All I could do was rest the back of my head on his chest and let him take me.

  “Oh, please, don’t stop,” I keened.

  “How does your cunt feel?” asked James.

  “Amazing.” I was so close to coming it was making me dizzy, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

  I was going to do everything within my power to heal the fracture in our relationship. Reassure James that what we had was rare and wonderous and everything they both deserved. Everything I deserved, too.

  My thoughts scattered as I felt a rush of blood to my head.

  My orgasm detonated and I squeezed my eyes shut to endure the blinding pleasure. I lost all sense of time and place—all that was left was calmness, a sense of belonging, an awareness of loving them entirely and being loved back.

  Coming down from my high, I wanted them to feel the same rush they’d given me. “I want to watch…”

  We all moved to accommodate my request, which was to have James kneeling up on the bed and Xavier leaning low between James’ thighs. Xavier went down on him with verve, his mouth enveloping him, bobbing his head to deliver tantalizing oral sex to James. The way he sucked was exquisite to watch.

  James brushed his fingers through Xavier’s hair as he looked down at him with affection. Xavier deep-throated him with refined skill as he stared up into his eyes.

  I slid off the bed and went over to look for the bottle of lube. With the ointment lavishly smothered over two fingers, I reached behind James and smeared it over his ass. He didn’t protest.

  Slowly, I slid two fingers into James’ puckered ass and watched his expression turn to bliss as the sensations of my finger-fucking flooded through him, complimented by Xavier sucking him off with an insistent mouth.

  This was me respecting their shared history, proving I could stand by and give them the time together they craved.

  I wanted to thrive as a selfless lover, grow into a woman who was there for them, like they’d been there for me.

  “You like that?” I whispered to James.

  “God, yes.” He gripped Xavier’s hair and his body rocked with the blissful rush that surged through him.

  I moved closer so I could whisper into his ear. “This is what we are. Don’t fight it, James.”

  He opened his eyes, that sadness returning for a second before he looked away.

  “What do you want?” I asked softly. “What do you need?”

  “I need you to be okay, Em.”

  “This makes me okay.” Kneeling, I dipped between James’ thighs and joined Xavier in lavishing affection on James. Cupping his balls with a gentle hand, I licked the tip of his purple head, running my fingertips along the ridges and sliding down along his girth until I grasped the base. I let Xavier’s mouth engulf James’ cock once more and together we savored every inch of this man’s hardness.

  This was us trying to push his pain aside, trying to show how much we loved him, and we wanted nothing more than to see him healed.

  It was my turn to go looking for something to tie hands with…

  I came back to them and confidently demanded Xavier place his hands behind his back. He relented and I used one of the neckties to secure his hands behind him.

  James smirked until he realized I was going to do the same to him.

  “Hands behind your back,” I demanded.

  James obeyed, moving his wrists so that they came together behind his lower back. I restrained him with the other necktie, tying it in a tight knot so he couldn’t escape.

  “That’s a first,” said Xavier.

  Now I knew that no one before me had ever managed to restrain the great James Ballad in this way.

  “Face each other,” I said.

  They did as I asked, staring into each other eyes, half amused and half intrigued with what I was going to do.

  “Stay like that,” I ordered, reaching for their cocks with each hand and then stroking them in unison, savoring the stickiness, the sleek firmness beneath my touch as I jerked them off at a dazzling pace.

  “Kiss,” I demanded.

  It was an easy order to follow. Both men leaned in and savaged each other’s mouths, their lust-fueled passion seeing their tongues attack each other, their moans breaking the quiet.

  “Look into each other’s eyes,” I said.

  They obeyed and moved back a little, both restrained and unable to fight my demands because my domination was too arousing to ignore, with me pumping my hands all the way to each base and tugging hard to the tip, faster and faster, jerking them off with panache.

  My thighs were slick and my clit throbbed as I commanded this mesmerizing scene—controlling two of the world’s most powerful men.

  They were closing in on their climaxes, their jaws slack and their bodies trembling as they moaned and soared toward their shared pinnacle.

  “Come together,” I commanded.

  A low growl escaped James, his face contorting with his impending release as he strug
gled to free himself from the necktie restraining him—at the same time seeming to revel in its restriction.

  “Keep your eyes open,” I ordered.

  “Oh, God,” moaned Xavier. “I’m close.”

  Perspiration covered their brows and upper lips as they surrendered finally to my order. My focus fell to their iron-hard shafts held firmly in each of my hands.

  I couldn’t wait to see it…

  Semen spurted in an arcing fountain, striking them both as they cried out in unison, shuddering as they came.

  I continued to milk them until they were dry, my palms buzzing from the exertion and my fingers hot from the friction.

  James and Xavier collapsed onto the bed with their hands still tied.

  After I released them from their bindings, I said, “Kiss.”

  Watching them sharing their deep affection for each other made me feel complete. These two naked men with their mouths devouring each other was something I could watch on replay. Cupping my sex to the dull the ache, I rubbed my clit as their extended show of love played out in a show of strength.

  Leaning forward, I joined in on their kiss, our mouths refusing to end this passionate embrace. We collapsed breathless and sated.

  We snuggled beneath the covers, not caring about the stickiness or the mess of our lovemaking.

  Sandwiched between my two men, I knew I had to savor every last second of our togetherness. Xavier fell asleep first, his light snore endearing. Resting my head on James’ chest, I was lulled by the sensation of his fingers caressing my shoulder.

  I looked up at him. “Do we make you happy?”

  He squeezed his eyes shut as though my words cut into him, then he opened them and offered me a reassuring smile. “I never thought I’d love again,” he whispered. “I want you to know that.”

  I let out a contented sigh.

  I didn’t want to fall asleep. I wanted to hold on to these precious moments.

  I felt James press his lips to my forehead.

  I can’t lose you.

  James