He approaches slowly, his shoulders back with his stunning dark hair hanging long over his collar bones. Oh my God. My idol. My Count.
My Heath.
He offers me his hand and I take it, getting to my feet from the armchair.
“Get naked for me,” he says and I duly oblige, peeling my dress off over my head, bra and panties dropped to the floor.
“Fucking beautiful.” Heath pulls me into his arms, my tits pressing into his abs, his hands in my hair, his cock growing hard again as it grinds against my stomach. Then our lips meet in a languorous kiss that has my pussy leaking.
Josh stays put on the bed, ass in the air, eyes alight with a fire of his own as he does our client's bidding and stays away from us.
My eyes close to the gentle kisses and it’s only natural that my arms wrap around his neck and he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist, his cock sliding beneath my wet pussy.
“I’ve missed you so much, Ella,” he says and walks us to the bed, laying me down gently next to Josh, and I sigh with pure delight as he climbs on top, kissing me with a softness that has me taking hold of his hair, urging for more.
Heath’s mouth is a wonder. I focus on the sensation of his powerful tongue as it dances with mine. I wrap my legs around his waist, adoring the familiar shape of his hips above his solid ass. Some fans would give everything they own for even a taster of this experience. I’m blessed.
Josh doesn’t protest as Heath gives me all the love. He’s watching us, just as I was watching them, but the energy from Heath is the polar opposite of how it was when he was plugging Josh’s throat like a filthy ragdoll. Almost sacred in its purity. Thelove I feel from Heath comes deep from his very soul, and mine is so eager to meet his that my hands roam up and down his back, stroking his flawless skin as I invite him in. I want him in my pussy. I want his barbells pushing their way inside my horny cunt one by one.
He makes me wait for it, moving his lips from my mouth down my throat, grazing and kissing until they reach my chest. He worships my tits, moaning as he kisses my flesh, tasting. As he sucks my nipples. As he moves aside to squeeze them, to stroke them. To adore them.
His hand runs down my stomach to find my pussy waiting for him. He teases and coaxes, splaying my pussy lips until his thumb lands on the treasured spot. Fuck, how it thrums like magic.
I may have been through a nightmare for months, but this is a wet dream on the other side. All my fears of losing Heath are gone. Dead. Buried.
I can tell from the way he’s adoring me that the risk is all gone, and I sigh with relief, smiling up at the ceiling as he positions his shoulders between my legs and hitches me. I’ve missed the way he laps my slit so much it hurts, the way he pushes his tongue in to tease my clit with every sweep.
I look over at my boyfriend, and Josh’s eyes are scorching. He licks his lips, his stare like fire.
“Let me help,” Josh says to Heath. “I denied you the pleasure of helping Ella through the shit storm, and I’m sorry for it. Please don’t deny me the pleasure of giving her what she needs now, along with you.”
Heath doesn’t answer him, still focused on my pussy as I squeeze my thighs around his shoulders.
“Come on, Heath,” Josh says. “Let me help.”
Heath leaves him hanging, working me towards climax while he ghosts the other man in the room. He doesn’t so much as lookhis way, just slides his hands under my ass as I brace myself, holding me closer to his mouth. So much extra pressure on my clit at just the right time.
I start to unravel, my mind blanking out as the tremors of bliss flow through me. My breaths are frantic as I moan and arch for him.
“Thank you,” I whisper. “That’s so good.”
“Yes,” Heath whispers back. “It’s more than good, sweet curva, it’s fuckingamazing.”
“Amazing. You’re crazy amazing, Heath. Please don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop.”
“Never,” Heath says and his fingers slide into me at the same time as his hot mouth clamps around my clit and sucks so hard I could fucking scream as he pulls the orgasm from me.
I groan like the whore I truly am, stroking his hair, squirming as my body jerks with the climax. I writhe under him, lost to everything but the way his mouth feels. His presence as he commands my pleasure and plays with my pussy like it was meant to be. Because it was. Heath belongs here. With us.
With me.
Now.
I’m still coming down when Heath gets to his knees and clicks his fingers at Josh, still treating him like apuppy dog, there to serve.
“Clean my dick. Suck me clean.”
“Gladly,” Josh replies, and they shift towards each other, Josh on his front, propped up on his elbows with his mouth wide and waiting. Eager. Still, Heath shows no tenderness. He grabs a fistful of Josh’s wet hair, using his throat for a different purpose this time.
