by Jenna Jacobs
“Answer the question,” Nick whispered in my ear as he lowered me back upon the table.
Two fingers plunged deep inside my core, driving through the fiery heat in search of… “Oh my god,” I wailed. Dylan’s fingers tapped upon some unknown, hypersensitive place inside me. Lights flashed behind my eyes. My entire body seized then surged like a tsunami beneath his fingers.
“You don’t have permission to come, girl, and if you don’t answer my question, I guarantee we’ll keep you poised on the edge for hours. I asked you a question and I expect an answer.” The foreboding tone of Nick’s voice only served to drive me higher. Dylan’s fingers stilled and I moaned in frustration. It took a long minute before Nick’s words registered in my brain.
“They don’t like me,” I cried out as I thrust my hips against Dylan’s fingers in silent petition.
A brutal spank rocked me to the core. Crying out in pain, I began to sob.
“I expect an honest answer, girl,” Nick thundered.
“It is honest,” I implored. My tears spilled onto the table.
“Explain your answer, little one,” he demanded as his hand soothed the sweltering pain that consumed my orbs.
I needed to focus. Engage my brain. The sooner I answered his relentless question, the sooner they would free me from this frenzy of demand. At least I hoped so.
“I don’t know. I mean, I don’t know why they don’t see me…I don’t see them.”
“Breathe, pet,” Nick coaxed as the wicked tongue beneath the table flicked my clit.
“I can’t,” I gasped. “Please, let me come. I swear I’ll tell you everything.”
“You don’t make the rules, girl,” Nick purred. “We’re waiting.”
I whimpered and sucked in a ragged breath.
“Dusty courthouses. Ancient security guards. Married lawyers. Assholes. My last date…nerdy paralegal. I suck at sex. There.”
It felt like I was reciting shorthand for the short bus. I prayed Nick wasn’t going to insist I explain it all again. I knew I’d fail. I needed Dylan’s lips...his fingers…his obscene pleasure like I needed air to breathe.
“What do you do for fun?” Nick pressed. I groaned and rocked my hips in need.
“Nothing. I mean, I read.”
“You don’t go to clubs or out to dinner with friends?”
“No. Please, Dylan.?”
“But I love to hear you suffer, kitten,” Dylan growled. “Besides, you didn’t ask me correctly. Without showing the proper respect to your Sir, I might just leave you like this.”
“No! Please don’t, Dylan Sir. Please…”
“Please what?” Nick challenged.
“Touch me. Lick me, Sir.”
“Touch what? Lick what?” Nick teased.
“Ohmigod,” I moaned. “Don’t make me say it.”
“If you don’t say it, kitten, you don’t get it.” Dylan warned with a hit of humor.
My mouth was dry as I panted with demand. “Please Dylan, Sir. Touch my pussy with your fingers and your tongue again.”
“With pleasure,” he roared before his entire mouth enveloped my oppressed pussy. He extracted my honey with ruthless possession.
I bucked and writhed, lost in the splendor of every sizzling sensation. Nick gripped my hair and pulled me upright, his brawny chest like marble against my back.
“Arms above your head, pet,” he instructed, releasing my waist only to snake his fingers up my shirt, where he pulled and rolled my beaded nipples.
Soaring to heights I’d never known, I closed my eyes and savored each wicked sensation.
“I can’t wait to taste your nectar, little one. Your scent is like sweet wine and I want get thoroughly drunk on you,” Nick’s warm breath fluttered over my ear. His fingers floated from one turgid peak to the next, teasing with delicate tugs as he plucked a carnal melody that made my body sing.
Dylan’s tongue zeroed in on my clit as his fingers found their way back to that magical bundle of nerves deep inside. My limbs grew numb and my body hummed as the gathering storm centered deep in my womb, swelling with stupendous pressure. My wanton cries escalated, higher and faster until my keening whimpers of need filled the air.
“Let it consume you, little one. Fly for us, sweet pet. We want to hear you. Feel you. Watch you come undone.”
Dylan pressed his fingers against that secret place as he sucked my clit between his lips and scraped his teeth over the swollen bud. Nick stretched my nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb. He gripped my hair and tugged my head back before sinking his teeth into my throat.
Lightening exploded down my spine, through my limbs, detonating deep in my core. My screams of deliverance filled the room as my tunnel clutched and seized Dylan’s fingers in violent spasms. Wave upon wave exploded through me as they continued to coax my convulsing body, forcing me over the edge again and again.
Nick’s rich velvet voice whispered depraved and immoral words as Dylan slurped and lapped my flowing cream. The room spun in a carousel of carnal splendor as they slowly eased me down with gentle strokes and glowing praises.
Nick held my boneless and quivering body as Dylan crawled out from under the table, his face glistening and eyes sparkling. Nick scooped me up into his arms as Dylan stepped in, meshing me between them before he pressed his slick lips against mine and plunged his tongue deep inside my mouth.
I could taste and smell my own essence. It was warm and a bit salty with a hint of spice undefined. Tasting myself was strange but not repugnant and I greedily swirled my tongue around his, capturing more of the unique flavor.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Nick moaned with a needful growl.
CHAPTER FOUR
I was still basking in the afterglow as Nick eased me to the mattress. My butt cheeks were tender, but I barely noticed as I floated on astral clouds of bliss. Nick tugged off my shirt before I snuggled into bed and closed my eyes.
“It’s not nap time yet, kitten. We’re just getting started.” I opened my eyes to find Dylan gripped the hem of his shirt, then shucking it over his head. I was wide awake then.
I turned on my side to gaze over each tanned ridge and rugged muscle of his incredible body. With an inward sigh, I longed to run my fingers over his unyielding flesh. He tossed his shirt across the room with a flick of his wrist and I grinned.
“What? No butt wiggling? No hip thrusts? What kind of strip tease is this?” I laughed.
A muffled chuckle came from behind Nick’s shirt as he peeled the tight material off then over his head. My gaze locked onto the toffee-colored planes and rippling muscles of his chiseled form. The two of them looked as if they’d stepped right off the pages of a fitness magazine.
“Where’s your money, kitten?” Dylan teased as I rolled to my belly, cradled my chin in my palms, and watched them strip with rapt attention. I licked my lips, still anointed in my salty nectar, as a coy smile blossomed over my mouth.
“I can pay with kisses, Sir,” I giggled.
The taunting smile fell from Dylan’s face and he wasted no time kicking off his shoes and unfastening his jeans. Nick’s unveiling was a scant heartbeat behind his friend. Neither wore underwear, and as they shed their jeans, two glorious cocks sprang forth. They were engorged, erect and ready. I marveled at the stunning sight, captivated by the twin crystal beads clinging to their broad, swollen crests.
“What is it you want to kiss, kitten?” Dylan asked with a feral smile as he stepped forward, fisting his turgid cock. The crystal swell of indulgence grew atop his wide brim.
A sizzle of lust pulsated through my body. I was barely able to peel my eyes from the enthralling sight when Nick stepped in close to me. His eyes blazed with desire. As my gaze dropped to the thick veins lining his wide pillar, his shaft jerked in need.
My palms itched to glide over their straining flesh. Yearned to slide the tip of my tongue over those irresistible beads of pre-come and feel them slide deep in my mouth. My body ached to feel their
engorged sabers.
Acting on instinct, I eased off the bed and onto the floor. Tucking my feet beneath me, I thrust my shoulders back and cast my eyes to the floor, waiting their command. Submissive surrender surged.
“Raise your eyes and tell us what is it you want, little one.” Nick commanded. His voice was enticing and thick with hunger. A shiver of fear mixed excitement slithered up my spine as I raised my head and stared into his lethal eyes.
“Please, Sirs. I need to taste you…both.”
A beastly growl rumbled in Nick’s chest as he gripped his shaft, pumping the generous length with ruthless jerks. A trickle of clear fluid seeped from the swollen purple crown and dripped along his fist.
Stepping in front of my face, still stroking his steely shaft, he cupped my jaw. “Open that wicked mouth of yours, little one,” he instructed in a low whisper.
“I…I…” My fear surged.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” he asked in a compassionate voice.
“No, Sir,” I mumbled. Embarrassment spiked.
“We’ll teach you,” he replied. “Stick out your tongue and slide it over my cock. Taste me, little one. ”
Nick guided my trembling hand to his cock, wrapping my slender fingers around its girth. His shaft was warm and pulsed beneath my fingers. A powerful intimacy washed over me. It was as if this one touch linked me to his soul. I felt his need, his hunger. It was savage.
I opened my mouth and extended my tongue. With a timid swipe, the clear compulsion exploded over my taste buds. I savored the crystal bead, sliding my teeth over its slick texture. It tasted salty, but laden with a potent musk.
“Oh, my,” I whispered, dragging my tongue over his crest, restless for more.
“That’s it, pet. Take your time. Satisfy your curiosity,” Nick coaxed as his fingers thread through my hair and massaged my scalp. “When you’re ready, open up and take me inside. Just remember to relax your throat and breathe through your nose.”
Delighting in the unique flavor collecting on my tongue, I nodded.
Growing bolder, I swirled my lips over his broad crest and traced the smooth skin beneath the wide flange with the tip of my tongue. I felt a rush of power when he hissed in approval.
Dylan guided my free hand to his shaft. I began to stroke him, rubbing my thumb over his silky, wet cap. Cupping my fingers over the slick tip, I coated them with his emollient then slid my fist up and down his throbbing shaft.
“Fuck,” Dylan snarled. His powerful fingers encased mine, setting the tempo and pressure he desired. “Stroke it just like that, kitten,” he murmured, as he guided my hand up and down his hot, slippery stalk.
My confidence bloomed. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around Nick’s wide, dripping crest. He gripped my hair as I suckled the tip, drawing out more of his tangy essence.
“You’re killing me, pet,” Nick growled as he tilted my head back with his tangled fist.
Filled fuller with the new position, I rolled my tongue over each distended vein and continued to stroke both their cocks. Nick wrapped his hand over mine, stilling my movement, before he guided me to the base of his cock, squeezing my thumb and finger tightly around him.
“Hold me like that, pet. No more stroking. Your hot mouth is the most motivation I can take right now. I don’t want to embarrass myself this soon. Keep me wrapped tight with your fingers, okay?”
I grunted my affirmation, feeding inch after glorious inch of his turgid cock into my mouth. The texture of his velvet steel, his masculine scent, and the veins alive and quickening upon my tongue slashed all modesty. The feel of their cocks called to some inborn, primordial feminine craving, compelling me to sate.
“Yes, kitten. Suck him deep. Convince him how fiercely you want to please him,” Dylan encouraged. He disengaged my hand from his shaft and I emitted a whimper of dismay over Nick’s cock.
“Fuck,” Nick hissed, then gripped my hair and shuttled a frenzied tempo before he pulled from my mouth with a feral roar.
“On the bed, kitten. It’s time to brand you as ours,” Dylan directed.
Brand me? Fear thundered through my veins. Glancing around the room, I searched for whatever nefarious tool they intended to use. Surely they weren’t planning to carve my flesh with a branding iron or knife…were they? I swallowed then skimmed a scared glance between them.
“You’re going to do what?”
“Brand you, little one, with our come. Mark your breasts, your belly. Your flesh with our seed.” Nick explained, his eyes glazed in desire as he jerked his cock with vicious strokes. “We’re going to claim your power as we brand your mind, heart, body and soul.”
My…heart? No. They could have my mind and body all they wanted, but I’d never give them my heart or my soul. This was a training exercise, not a love connection. If I allowed them to crawl inside my heart, I’d never survive the death outside this magical cocoon. They could only take what I was willing to give. As long as I shrouded my heart, everything would be fine.
With a timid nod, I forced a smile then rose from the floor and climbed onto the bed. They joined me atop the mattress. Nick knelt on my left and Dylan assumed the same position on my right. I stared up at their rugged bodies proffering myself like a sacrificial virgin.
Nick gazed down at me, command and power flashed in his eyes. Hunger etched his face.
“Who do you belong to?” Dylan asked. Their fists blurred, pumping up and down their angry shafts.
“You, Sirs,” I whispered, unable to look away from their forearms bunching and flexing with their punishing strokes.
“What is your purpose, pet?” Nick pressed. His rich voice was thick with lust.
“To please, Sirs.”
“Very nice,” he moaned, sweat glistening upon his impeccable body.
“Spread your legs. Use your fingers and open your pussy for us, sweet slut,” Dylan demanded.
Slut. It was such a filthy word, but Dylan’s tone held such idyllic passion, it slashed away all vulgar implications. I’d never felt so aroused. So debased. So calm. So submissive.
No longer coaxing, they meted control with deliberate precision. Stretching my thighs wide, I spread my saturated folds open, watching as their eyes flared and bore into my pink parted flesh. Inspecting my wet slit, Nick’s eyes narrowed in concentration as their labored breathing filled the room.
Clear fluid dripped from their bulbous tips glazing my breasts and stomach. This torturous precursor filled me with anticipation. Watching as they bludgeoned their weeping cocks, anticipating of their hot come splatting over my flesh, was maddening. Aching to feel claimed…owned, even for the briefest moment in my life, was piercing. Spreading my labia wider, I toyed with my clit. It was hard, in distress, and ready.
“Beg for us to claim you, sweet slut,” Dylan choked as sweat beaded his forehead. A grimace of lust distorted his features. Power. Demand. Control. He wore each expression like a fine tailored suit.
My tunnel contracted and my heart soared at the sublime splendor of it all.
“Please, Masters. Please mark me. Make me yours,” I moaned on a ragged whimper.
“Oursss,” Nick cried as streams of thick, hot nectar erupted from his shaft, spewing over my nipples, my throat, painting my chin.
Almost simultaneously, Dylan’s eruption followed. He cried out as silky, warm seed splattered lower, glazing my stomach and breasts with his sultry offering. Ropes of creamy come spurted from their cocks, bathing me in their fiery brand of possession.
Tears stung my eyes and a whispered mantra of “yes, yes, yes,” spilled from my lips. The magnitude of the moment blindsided me as sobs tore from my throat. Nothing could have prepared me for the onslaught that fused my heart, body and soul. This is submission.
The last of their vestiges dripped over my skin. I dragged my fingers through their hot seed then drew the slick offering to my lips. Collecting their creamy treasure, I sucked on their fingers and filled my belly with their silky
imprint.
Nick climbed from the bed and returned with a towel. With reverent tenderness he wiped me dry, yet couldn’t erase the indelible mark branded to my soul.
In perfect synchronicity they eased beside me, a glaring testament to the number of times they’d dispensed this exact bounty on other women. Before childish jealousy could stab me too deep, Nick wrapped me in his arms, curled me onto my side and held me tight against his chest. Dylan pressed his warm body against my back. Encapsulated in their steely bodies, I felt small and slashed open in ways I couldn’t begin to articulate. Overwhelmed with emotion, tears spilled from my eyes
“I don’t know why I’m crying,” I whined. And I didn’t. Unable to compartmentalize or reconcile the barrage of feeling that ripped through me, I felt as fragile as bone china. Something amazing and far beyond my comprehension had been unlocked inside me. I felt vulnerable, raw, and strangely at peace, which did nothing to stop the avalanche of emotions crashing down on me.
“It’s okay, kitten?”
“It’s not okay. I don’t know. What is wrong with me? Why can’t I stop crying?” I sobbed, wishing I could sort the myriad of indescribable feelings pinging through me. But I was powerless. “Thank you for giving me this. I know it sounds stupid, but I never would’ve had this experience if it weren’t for you both. Thank you. I’m sorry…God, I sound so pathetic,” I choked as the tears continued surge.
“What’s happening is perfectly normal. Tell us what you’re feeling and we’ll help you through it,” Dylan soothed as his wide hand trailed up and down my hip.
“I don’t know how to describe it. I don’t have words that encompass all these feelings. They’re too big and it’s all so foreign.” I sniffed.
Their understanding of what I struggled to comprehend…it was like a safety blanket. They eased me down from my emotional high with tender words and indulgent caresses. Before long, I’d regained my composure and settled down, nestled between their rugged bodies.
My thoughts swirled as I tried to dissect and analyze each emotion. As my mind wandered down a convoluted labyrinth, tendrils of fear took root in the pit of my stomach. How was I supposed to go back to my uneventful life after experiencing such wonderment? The void was sure to be staggering. Tempering the surge of panic even as it clawed to break free, I focused on the rhythmic pattern of their breathing, concentrated on the soothing cadence of their fingertips, and put a lid on thoughts of the future.
