He paused to pinch my nipple. “No sound.”
My breath hitched as he gently inched inside my mouth. I felt him twitch between my lips as fluid dripped from the tip of his cock, coating my tongue. He was already leaking. I felt a sensational wave of accomplishment come over me then. They were so aroused by me. I wondered if anyone else made them feel this way.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Suck.”
I opened my mouth wider and dragged my tongue along his shaft, delighting in the soft grunts that erupted from him. He gently eased inch by inch into my mouth and withdrew swiftly, returning each time slowly. My skin crawled with utter elation as Arthur parted my pussy lips wide and sank his tongue into my pussy. Every lap from his tongue made me want to bay, but I stifled every urge to cry out.
If I didn't keep quiet, they might not let me get off.
Elijah held my chin firmly as he increased his rhythm, pumping his hips steadily. I happened to glance up for a moment—just a second—and saw that his face was distorted with pleasure. His eyes were completely shut, closing out the rest of the world while I sucked him off. It brought me such pleasure that I hummed with contentment and was immediately met by his hand firmly gripping my chin.
He slipped out his cock. “What did I say?”
I whimpered, unable to speak. Arthur paused his licking and shifted my dress so he could look up at me. “Is she not behaving?”
“Nope,” Elijah replied. “I think we ought to punish her.”
“H-h-how will you do that?” I dared to ask.
Elijah smiled maliciously. “You'll see.”
He lifted me up from the ground and dragged me across the room, sitting me up on my knees in the center of the couch. I could see the elevator. He scooted in behind me and had Arthur kneel in front of me, both of them holding their cocks. They leaned in close and slipped their cocks between my thighs to my pussy.
I hissed. “Fuck.”
“How do you feel now?” Elijah grunted.
He rocked into me and invited Arthur to do the same, rubbing my pussy lips vigorously from both angles. I was utterly appalled at how incredible it felt and how vulnerable my virginity would be in this position. Everything before was just mouths and hands, but this? This was something else.
And I really liked it.
Their cocks felt warm against my pussy, and I groaned as my head lolled back to rest on Elijah's shoulder. He held me up as his hands sought to reveal my breasts, tearing open the blouse of my dress in one swift rip. He grabbed my breasts and buried his lips into my neck while massaging me into a frenzy.
Arthur held my hips in place to keep me from moving. I wriggled underneath their touch, unable to control the amount of pleasure that was taking over. They slid forward and back in rhythm, making sure my clit was covered by a cock with each passing second. My thighs tensed and my stomach tightened. Every inch of my skin erupted with goosebumps that refused to go away no matter how much I willed them to.
I shuddered against them. “Please...”
“Please...what?”
“Fuck me.”
Elijah paused. I could feel his heart racing dramatically within his chest, beating against my back. Arthur was panting and gripping my hips for dear life, keeping his cock pressed to my pussy. I could feel them mulling over the decision silently.
“Are you sure?” Arthur asked.
I lifted my head and opened my eyes, licking my lips. “Beyond sure.”
“That's a huge decision to make,” Elijah considered.
“You're torturing me...” I whimpered.
He leaned in to tease my earlobe. “That's the point.”
“Please,” I begged. “Take me. Fuck me. Make me yours.”
I was without a shadow of a doubt. There was nothing else in my life I had ever been so sure of aside from taking up catering. This was the same. I wanted it—and I wanted it now.
“As you wish,” Elijah whispered. “We'll be careful.”
Smiling, I allowed him to lift me from the couch and carry me into the room. As he laid me on the bed, Arthur laid beside me and cradled my face. He took my lips while Elijah positioned himself between my legs and pressed his cock to my pussy. After a few slaps, he rubbed the head of his cock against my entrance and paused.
“Are you still sure?” he persisted.
“Yes,” I groaned. “Yes, please.”
I kept my forehead pressed to Arthur's as Elijah prepared, gently holding my thighs as he pushed painfully slow into my pussy. The pressure alone was enough to cause me to squeal. This wasn't like having a finger or two inside me—this was a cock. This was Elijah and all his magnificent glory. As much as I wanted to look, I couldn't break away from Arthur. He was my rock right now. I needed him.
I clutched Arthur's shoulders while Elijah sank slowly inside me. His girth filled me instantly, causing me to flinch and arch my back. He shushed me and patted my thigh, pausing long enough to give me time to breathe. Arthur cupped my face lovingly and pecked my lips, decorating them with kisses.
Between kisses, he whispered, “You've got it—just breathe.”
I took a deep breath and nodded, alerting Elijah to continue. When he was fully submerged, he stopped for a second to let me get used to him—and then he started pumping. It was a slow crawl, a gentle rhythm that felt like a massage. He held my hips lightly as he thrust in and out, sliding a little easier each time.
My arousal levels were off the charts. Arthur took my lips again as his hand sank down my chest, cupping my breast before sliding down my stomach. He pulled my dress up to expose my pussy and carefully touched it, gently massaging my throbbing clit. The combination of Elijah's cock and Arthur's finger made me titter with joy. I grunted and arched my back further, nearly bending myself off the bed.
Smiling, Arthur fixed my position and held me in place, keeping his fingers pressed to my clit. He rubbed me into a feverish fit, matching Elijah's thrusting rhythm. I was overwhelmed by the combined sensation and felt my stomach tighten immediately. Was I about to come already?
I groaned into Arthur's lips. He pulled back. “What's wrong, princess?”
“Close,” I gasped. “I'm so close.”
Elijah chuckled and picked up his pace, driving his hips into my thighs. I didn't know I could take it like this on the first round, but it felt amazing—so sublime—that I was spiritually high. I could feel myself soaring above everything straight up into the cosmos. Is this what those romance books were always going on about? I couldn't even believe it.
While Arthur rubbed my clit faster, I hungrily sought his lips as I reached for his cock. I wrapped both my hands around his throbbing dick and started stroking, causing him to shiver while he tried to keep his pace. He rubbed me feverishly and hummed into my mouth, drawing his hips closer the more I stroked him. He cradled my neck with one hand and deepened his kiss, pumping his hips to the same rhythm as Elijah.
They were so in sync, it was ridiculous. I felt Elijah's cock twitching inside me, edging close to his own eruption—and I wanted him to bust inside me. I don't know where the desire came from, but I knew I wanted it.
I needed it.
I gripped Arthur's cock and rubbed quickly, coaxing him to come all over my breasts. I was surprised at my own primal urges, at the thoughts that raced through my mind. I tried to keep my lips to his, but I needed air, desperately gasping for chunks of it as my heart began to race. I kept my cheek pressed to his and listened to his despairing gasps for air. He clutched the sheets beneath my neck and rapidly rubbed my clit, curling over me as he started coming.
On cue, my pelvis tightened and my back arched. I clutched Arthur's cock as I gasped and spread myself wide, every muscle in my body tightening all at once. I wailed as Elijah continued pumping—as Arthur kept stroking my clit—and felt the explosion of fireworks in my gut. It was an electrical fire that started in my pussy and spread out in waves, running over every limb. My blood, coursing as fast as it was, carried the pleasurable mol
ecule with it to every corner of my body, delivering me from my cloud of spiritual bliss and dropping me back down to earth.
I couldn't believe it.
I came from sex.
Chapter 21
Elijah
She was magnificent.
Every moan that came from her lips as my cock sank into her pussy only made me that much harder. I was over the hills with joy when she had asked me to fuck her, but I had conflicting feelings of guilt and doubt.
If we fuck her, she might get attached.
I might get attached.
However much doubt I had in my mind, I pressed forward. I carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed like the princess she was, scooting between her thighs to take her pussy. She looked delicate and sweet in the afternoon light. The way she appeared on the bed was like a frail doll getting ready to be worked over. She was like a piece of art.
I had to be careful.
When I pushed my cock into her pussy, she gasped. Arthur took her face and kept her calm while I inched my way in, letting her get used to the size of me. It took every bone in my body to keep me from wailing on her immediately. As much as I wanted to destroy her, I needed to be careful, or she might get hurt. I didn't want to ruin her first time.
But she was so receptive. Her muscles relaxed as soon as I sank all the way inside and her body accepted me—fully. I was overwhelmed by the warmth of her pussy around my cock, by the way, it hugged me. I felt like I was in another world entirely until I saw her body begin to shudder. Arthur was rubbing her clit while I fucked her—and she was loving it.
By the time she got used to me, I was already pumping madly into her pussy. I couldn't stop my hips from moving. My entire body became an uncontrollable machine that needed to get off and that refused to stop until I did. I felt my orgasm rush forth whenever she convulsed, come pumping from my cock and filling her pussy to the brim.
Mine—my territory. That's exactly how it felt to come inside her. She glanced up at me from the bed with such a look of joy that it made me lean forward and mingle my lips with hers. Arthur had come all over the bed and was gasping now at her side, shuddering.
“Need sustenance,” he claimed.
“Soon,” I assured him. I turned to her. “How was that?”
She nodded drunkenly. “Incredible.”
“I'm glad we could help.”
“Can we go again?” she asked.
Arthur perked up. “Always willing to go again.”
I collapsed against Belle while withdrawing my cock, feeling it go limp as I relaxed. All of my muscles felt like they had been injected with morphine and they refused to move.
“Ugh, Elijah,” she groaned. “You're crushing me.”
I rolled over. “My apologies, princess. I'm exhausted.”
“Already?” she teased.
I chuckled. “That orgasm has been in the making for a while now.”
“Yeah, he needed to get off. He was fucking grumpy,” Arthur commented.
Although I wanted to glare at him, I didn't have the strength. Nothing could wipe away the smile on my lips. I felt positively enlightened like everything in the world was fine. This was such a strange feeling. I wasn't sure how many times I had felt it prior to Belle arriving in our lives.
“Maybe we should eat first,” I considered.
“Just one more round,” Belle proposed. “It's Arthur's turn.”
Without waiting, Arthur sprang up from the sheets and positioned himself between Belle's legs. I rolled to my side and cupped her breast gently, feeling the surge of my orgasm still coursing through me. I watched him prepare his cock and press it to her pussy eagerly, shaking as he started pushing inside.
It was a delight to watch her face contort as he sank inside her. I had been so wrapped up in being gentle that I hadn't been able to indulge in the pleasure of observing her reactions. Now, I had a full view. I scooted back a little bit to get a good view and smiled as her mouth widened in awe, her eyes closing immediately with it.
She groaned as he thrust slowly into her, rocking her rhythmically over the bed. Even though I had just come, my own cock was quickly rising again, growing harder the more I watched her get fucked. I had never felt such arousal from an ordinary woman—Belle was a truly special individual. Whatever power she had over me was done, and I was fine with it.
For now.
When she moaned again, I reached out to touch her chin. I gripped it gently before pulling her lips to mine, taking them and relishing the feeling of her vibrating against me. I felt her hands fumble down towards my erect cock and grip it, rubbing me into a full erection. She groaned with every thrust from Arthur and kept her hands hooked to me.
I loved the feeling of her hanging on.
I pulled back to see her eyes had squeezed shut and her brows were furrowed together. She looked like she was in pain and pleasure all at once—and it made me growl. I hummed as I took her lips again and dug my tongue into her mouth, searching for her tongue to dance with. I couldn't help any of my own reactions. Everything was my body now.
It had a mind of its own.
She clutched my cock and stroked harder, forcing me to crunch forward. I curled up on the bed and wrapped my legs around her leg, feeling Arthur pick up speed. He was grunting and growling over her, intermingling wherever I wasn't present. We took turns with her breasts and forced more moans out of her as if she had plenty to spare.
I knew she would need a break soon, but she didn't seem to mind this continuation. She had wanted it so badly that I had to oblige. I couldn't say no to her. Although it was odd for me to comply like this, I tried not to mind it. I was under her spell. I wanted to stay there.
She bayed and dug her nails into my shoulder, rubbing my cock faster as her body shook. The way she held on to me made me feel needed like I was her protector and her guard. I felt like a demon devouring a willing sacrifice; like a god taking a tribute.
I felt invincible.
Another bay echoed from Belle, and I leaned back to watch her face. She was about to burst with energy, to fill the room with her heated passion. I felt my muscles tense with every stroke of her hand, drawing me closer to another orgasm. I hadn't done a marathon like this in a while, and I was ready to shoot my load all over her thigh. I wanted to see my come on her skin. I wanted to coat every layer of her with my seed and claim her as my own.
She stroked my cock heatedly and paused as she convulsed, unable to keep going. I took my cock and rhythmically beat it, grunting with every second closer to my eruption. As her cries turned into wails, I busted all over her thigh, choking the head of my cock to get every last little drop out of me.
Once I was finished, I collapsed again, dark spots dancing over my eyes. “God, this is going to kill me.”
Belle chuckled as she rolled over to place her hand on my chest. “No, it won't.”
“You really are,” I claimed. “You're going to kill us.”
Arthur slipped out of her pussy and crawled over the bed to lay behind her, dropping down like a dead weight against the bed. The mattress shook briefly before settling. I snuggled close to her and inhaled the wonderful aroma of vanilla.
“You got a new perfume,” I whispered.
“I did,” she replied. “Do you like it?”
“Intoxicating.”
“Alluring,” Arthur added. He wrapped his arm around her waist. “Makes us want you.”
“I thought you two already wanted me.”
“Sure we do,” I replied. “But it just adds to it.”
“I'm glad we did that. I'm glad you two were the ones to take my virginity.”
I didn't respond, but my mind was buzzing with all sorts of thoughts. I could feel them creeping up like a cold mist on the edge of a lake, causing me more anxiety the more it drew near. These were something I couldn't control—my thoughts. As organized as I was on the outside, I felt like a mess on the inside; like a storm constantly waiting to tear through a town.
I did exactly what I had said I wouldn't: take her virginity. In the heat of the moment, it seemed like the perfect idea to relieve her of her punishment and to give Arthur and I both the release that we needed.
But at what cost?
Chapter 22
Arthur
As I laid there in blissful splendor, I felt Belle's breathing smooth out into a slow rhythm. I lifted my head up a bit and found her snoozing peacefully between Elijah and me.
I grinned. “She's so beautiful.”
“Yes, she is.”
“Should we get up and get ready for a late lunch?”
“No, we should let her sleep.”
I nodded as I rested my head on the mattress, curling in close to her back. She did smell intoxicating. Even the added mixture of sweat and come made her feel that much more alluring. I pressed my nose to her skin and inhaled deep, never wanting the smell to ever leave my nostrils. She was a goddess.
I was her faithful follower.
“Do you think she'll be okay after this?” I asked.
“Now isn't the time to be talking about that.”
I bit my lower lip, stifling a snide comment. “Yeah, of course.”
“Maybe later when she's out tanning on the porch.”
“Sure.”
Elijah shifted, adjusting his head so he could see me. “Don't mention it to her, okay?”
“Of course, brother. Never in a million years.”
“I'm going to grab a shower before we hit the shops.”
I nodded, watching as he carefully rose from the bed as to not disturb Belle. I was happy to have time with her to myself, but I wasn't so sure about the situation we now had ourselves in. While everything had gone well with taking her virginity, Elijah's worries were becoming mine: how attached was she about to get?
She shifted in her sleep and rolled over to cuddle in closer to me, dispelling any worries I might have been preoccupied with. I heard the shower running in the bathroom and honed in on the white noise, relishing the general sound of silence around us.
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