“Eyes down,” Aaron barks. He stares down at me, cradled in his arm, and I look down like he says. “Not you, Lucky.”
He says the last part so softly I almost don’t hear him. It’s then I realize he was talking to the giant buff guy dressed all in black who’s holding the door open for us. I don’t have time to worry about my nudity in the cold air of an October night. I’m in the back of a limo faster than I can blink. I suddenly find myself sitting across Aaron's lap with my bare feet resting on Justin’s thighs.
“I can’t wait.”
“Me neither.”
They say it in unison as Aaron buries his head in my neck, and Justin spreads my legs wide, falling between them. I don’t have time to adjust to what’s happening. I’m overwhelmed by sensations. Aaron sucks and kisses my neck, and I feel Justin’s hot breath against my pussy. It’s like they’re everywhere all at once.
I’ve gone from being carried down a hallway to being in the back seat of a limo with pleasure running through my body. I wasn’t prepared for this, but it feels so good.
Aaron takes a fistful of my hair in his hand, guiding my head how he likes, giving him full access to my neck as he bites and sucks on me. When he pulls back to look at me his eyes look wild. The brown hue almost seems darker than moments before, and it’s a look I’ve never seen on a man. It’s like I’m frozen in a trance, but then I feel Justin’s mouth land on my exposed pussy, and a sound between a gasp and moan leaves my lips.
Aaron uses the opportunity to take my mouth, slipping his tongue right in. It’s as if he’s devouring me. Both of them seem like they’re starving for me, as though they can’t get enough. They both eat me with such ferocity that my body bucks against them. All my nerve endings feel like they’re on fire and my body is on sensory overload. It’s too much, and it feels like something is building. I’m close to something and I’m praying it’s not a heart attack. I need to breathe and try to get it under control, but I’m lost to the feeling.
There is nothing smooth or soft about this. It’s not gentle and there’s no easing into it. It’s overwhelming and I jerk against them again, not sure if I want them to stop or if I want them to keep going. My body doesn’t know what it wants, but they only hold me tighter. Justin’s hands lock around my thighs, holding them open, while Aaron’s grip on my hair tightens, as if they’re wordlessly telling me I’m not going anywhere. They’re telling me I’m there for the taking, and I suppose I am. This is, after all, what they paid for.
Releasing my mouth, Aaron latches onto one of my nipples through the thin material of the nightie. At the same time, Justin sucks my clit into his mouth. It’s then that my body gives up the fight, and I cum. I tense from head to toe and try to buck against them again, but I’m held too tightly, and I can’t move even a little bit.
“Stop, please stop, I can’t take it.”
I’ve cum before when I’ve secretly touched myself at night, but this is nothing like anything I’ve ever experienced. Coupled with how fast it happened, it’s like my body and mind are trying to play catch up, and I feel a tear leak down the side of my cheek.
The orgasm was incredible, and it took me by surprise. It was the most incredible and intense thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Maybe a month of this won’t be so bad after all. I just have to safeguard my heart from them. I need to keep my distance as best as I can, while still doing what I’m being paid to do.
Suddenly, both of them release me. I’d wanted to bury my face in Aaron’s neck to try to get myself together, but I’m pushed from his lap and deposited on the seat between them. The leather sticks to my bare legs and puts space between them and me. When I look between them, they’re looking at each other as if they’re silently communicating. The limo remains quiet, but it feels as if there’s a conversation taking place.
Gone is the look of hunger on their faces. Now they just looked pissed. The air even seems thicker. Neither looks at me. They’re intent on the silent dialogue between each other. After a few more moments of this, they both turn and look out the window.
Well, shit. I swear these two have two speeds: fast and stop. What just happened? Did I do something wrong? Was I not supposed to orgasm? Then it clicks. ‘Stop, please stop, I can’t take it.’ I’d said that to them.
The contract clearly states I’m always to be ready and willing. I’d just told them to stop. It dawns on me that I messed up. Crap. The silence is deafening, and I search for a way to make this better.
Aaron pulls out his phone and feverishly starts typing away on it. I try to lean a little into Justin, but he jerks away. Shit. Is Aaron texting Samantha? Are they going to send me back and ask for a refund?
“I’m sorry. I just—“