“Always.”
I have to grit my teeth as he eases his cock in, one pop of a piercing at a time. He rubs my clit as I adjust to the intrusion, and I’m well into the throes of pleasure when Heath positions himself between my legs.
Josh splays my pussy lips and hitches his hips even higher.
I must be so exposed, fully on offer to my vampiric icon. My ass straining and clenching around Josh’s thick dick with my slick wet slit splayed in invitation.
Heath accepts that invitation in a heartbeat, and doesn’t show mercy.
“Want to be asweet curva, do you?” he says as he inches his way inside. “You’ll always be a sweet curva, Ella.Oursweet curva.”
I nod, even though it’s hurting. The stretch always pains before it turns to gold.
My mind is blank to everything but the sensation as the two guys have their way with me. I really am a sweet curva between them as they plug me in tandem – hard deep thrusts before they alternate the rhythm and plough me one cock after the other. Two swords thrusting and pounding. The difference in the thrusts is enough to drive me round the bend.
I spread my thighs as wide as I can, giving myself over to them. I beg them for more. I tell them how grateful I am, how good it feels to be so used, how much I want it.
And then I tell them how much I love them.
Both of them.
I’m being double fucked by two thick, barbelled cocks, uttering words of love.
I love Josh more than life itself, and I love Heath, too. I love the pair of them. I need the pair of them, in life, in love, in everything.
My feelings don’t ease up in the slightest once I’ve crested the waves and both guys have blessed me with a round of fresh cum in each hole. I may be grimacing as they pull free, but that grimace is fast replaced by a smile as I pull Heath close to me.
“I love you so much,” I tell him.
“I love you too, curva.”
I twist my head to Josh.
“And you know full well I love you, Mr Amazing.”
“Same goes. Always.”
Heath’s eyes lock on Josh.
“And as for you,Joshy baby, I loved you from the day we met. I just didn’t know it.” He pauses. “But I know it now. I love both of you, and I love the way you love each other. I want us to be a trio, whatever form that will take for us.”
“Ditto,” Josh says. “All in, Heathy baby, whatever lies ahead.”
We drink more champagne together, and laugh like the lovers we are. Naked in soul as well as body, so natural as we sit in a random hotel suite in Southampton. The location will never matter. We’ll always be us.
Heath laughs as he resurrects the stupid conversation about cargo ships. I shake my head, and swat my stupid comments aside, but Heath won’t let up, telling us how much he lovesboats. But we already know that. We experienced one alongside him in Cannes, after all.
“Maybe one day we’ll take a voyage together,” our iconic lover says. “We could take a private yacht to some incredible destinations, and discover the world.”
“I’d be well down for that, when the time allows us,” Josh says, and looks to me. “How about you, baby?”
“Um, I hardly have to think about that one. It’s on my amazing dream list already,” I laugh.
Yet still, my laughter dries up as the conversation takes a turn. Expressions turning serious.
How the fuck are we going to get there?
There are so many things lying in our way. Schedules, and Agency regulations, and a million other things to consider. So many things to navigate that could lead to bad alongside the good.
