“Now turn around and put your ass in the air.”
I obey, gasping when he shoves my panties down and gives me a lick from my clit to my asshole.
“Relax, sweetheart.”
I do, taking a couple of deep breaths. I feel his finger prodding me, already wet with lube, and I moan when he pushes inside of me.
“Tell me, do you want me?” He nips at one of my ass cheeks.
“Yes,” I whimper as he adds a second finger. I haven’t forgotten that he’s only been in my mouth so far. “Please, Rhett. Please.”
He eases his fingers out of me before replacing them with something else that’s bigger, but not warm enough to be his cock. “You’ll have to wait until after dinner.”
I relax as he pushes the butt plug into me. Then he stands up, keeping a hand on my back as he admires his handiwork.
“You’re going to feel so good, sweetheart. Now come and eat.”
Downstairs, Oliver lets out a groan when he sees me. “What did I tell you about teasing me, princess?”
I just grin at him.
“We ordered takeout,” Elliot says, pulling me into his lap. He’s sitting at the table, picking at a bowl of grapes. My stomach growls at the sight, so he grabs one and places it against my lips.
I open my mouth. He slides it in slowly, and then he runs his thumb across my bottom lip. The simple action sends sparks shooting down my body. When the sweetness of the grape bursts on my tongue, I moan.
He gives me another one, and this time, I capture his finger in my mouth, too, sucking while he slowly pulls it out.
“You know what?” Elliot says, one of his hands running up my stomach before cupping my breast. “Fuck waiting until after dinner.”
I roll my eyes. “You can wait.”
“I don’t think I can.” He kisses the back of my neck. “You smell so fucking good.”
His words cause me to shiver, but I don’t give in. I tested my limits with Oliver last night. Today, it’s time to see what Elliot will do when I tease him.
So I turn to him, wrap my arms around his neck, and lean in slowly for a kiss. But at the last second, I jump from his lap and bolt out of the room.
It’s less than five seconds before he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder. I squeal, giggling as he hauls me back into the kitchen.
“You fuck us a couple times, and all your shyness disappears, huh? Trust me, love, it’s in your best interest to drop the attitude right fucking now.”
“Hmm.” I tap my finger to my chin, like I’m thinking, which causes Oliver to snort. “Why don’t you make me?”
He sets me down roughly, but it doesn’t go unnoticed how he keeps his hands on me until I’ve gained my balance. “Get on your knees.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Make me.”
And oh, he does. With his hands on my shoulders, he forces me down until I’m at eye-level with the erection straining against his pants. He has it out in seconds, brushing the tip against my lips.
“Open up,” he says, “so I can fuck the attitude right out of this pretty little mouth of yours.”
For a moment, I just smile up at him. But the want stirring between my legs doesn’t let me hold out for any longer. I flick my tongue out and lick him before opening my mouth wide.
“Good girl.” He fists my hair, yanking me forward until his cock hits the back of my throat.
I gag, but I close my lips around him as he sets his pace—fast and punishing. All I can do is hold on to his legs and try to breathe. He groans when he looks down to see tears streaming from my cheeks and a mixture of saliva and precum trailing from my mouth.
“That’s it. You’re doing so well. Such a pretty little slut.”
I whimper as he takes me even harder, his grip on my hair tightening.
“Tap my thigh if you need a break, love.”
I don’t. I’ve loved every gentle, caring thing these men have done for me. But this? I’ve wanted it for so long. I just didn’t trust anyone to respect my boundaries the way they do.
“I’m going to come in your mouth,” Elliot grunts. “But you’re not allowed to swallow until I give you permission. Understood?”
I let out a strangled sound that I hope he takes as a yes. And then he swears, and his pace finally slows as I feel him finish in my mouth.
When he pulls out, I keep my mouth open so he can see, tilting my head back.
He smiles down at me. “I like you best when you look like this.”
Then he walks behind me, and I hear him doing something, but I’m not quite sure what. Until I feel his hands on the back of my thighs, pushing them apart. And then he appears in between my legs, on his back and looking up at me.
“Sit.”
I do, and his tongue lashes out at me, like he’s still angry that I talked back to him. My moans come out garbled and muffled, since my mouth is still full of his cum. It’s an odd sensation, and yet another thing I’ve never done before.
Elliot’s hands come to my hips, steadying me, and I realize I’ve been rocking against his face.
“Sit still, or I won’t let you come.”
I whimper, my hands grasping his. Then he goes back to work, sucking my clit into his mouth.
Oliver kneels in front of me, his lips brushing across the skin of my jawbone. When he runs the pads of his thumbs over my nipples, and then pinches them between his fingers, it takes everything in my willpower not to scream.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re so goddamned hot like this.”
Then he leans down and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. His tongue flicks it back and forth, and it sends the first wave of my undoing through me.
All I can do is keep my mouth clamped shut as my orgasm rips through me. Oliver catches me when I fall forward, and Elliot gives me one last lick before sliding out from underneath me.
He comes around to stand over me. “Show me one last time.”
I open my mouth, panting.
“Swallow.”
I do. I swear, I’ve never wanted to obey a man before these three. But now, I’m ready to do whatever the hell any of them tell me to.
“Such a good girl,” Oliver says before pressing his lips to mine in a kiss that takes my breath away. “Mmm. Ell, you taste good on her.”
Oliver pulls me up, and Rhett comes behind me. At some point, they both stripped. I take a deep breath to calm the butterflies that appear in my stomach at the sight of them.
“Are you ready for more, princess?”
I nod.
Rhett comes behind me, palming my ass. “Bend over, sweetheart, and relax.”
Oh god.
I do, and he slowly pulls the butt plug out of me. He disappears for a moment, coming back with a bottle of lube in his hands and a smirk on his face.
Oliver bites my ear lightly. “We’re both going to fill you, and you’re going to take it like the good little slut you are.”
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper as Oliver picks up one of legs, holding it to give them more room. I help guide his cock to my entrance, and we both moan when he slips inside.
Once he’s settled into a decent pace, I feel Rhett fill me from behind. He’s gentle, easing into me slowly.
My head falls back and hits his chest.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he whispers in my ear.