"Fruit salad," I respond immediately.
Cormac groans as he breathes out against my cheek, and even without seeing him, I can tell he's rolling his eyes. "Why that one?”
I turn slightly to run my lips up against his cheek with soft touches that drive him wild. "I don't intend to ever use it. I trust you." I lick the start of stubble on his cheek and then continue my thought quickly before he can chime in with his lecture about safe words and him not being a mind reader. "But if I have to, there will be no mistaking what I've said."
He groans and places my hand aggressively on top of the bulge in his pants, forcing my fingers to squeeze his hard cock through the material as he slams his lips to mine. His tongue dominates me, and a fresh wave of release ruins the scrap of silk fabric between my legs.
He pulls away, determined to play his role. "I'm going to watch while our guest fucks you. And then, you are going to get on your knees and swallow me down like a good girl."
"Yes," I breathe. I know it won't end there. He doesn't need recovery time, and our play nights are filled with orgasm after orgasm for both of us.
Cormac pulls away abruptly and pushes me down on my back in the middle of the bed. "Don't move," he commands, his voice like a whip straight to my clit, and I let out an excited little moan of pleasure.
I try to remain motionless, but then I start to shake with excitement. My pussy throbs with the anticipation of a new cock and being watched by the man I love. It's almost too much.
Almost.
When the door opens again, my breath catches.
"Come in," Cormac says, and then the unmistakable presence of someone else fills the room.
My pulse picks up as the familiar scent of orange and leather enters my nostrils.
It'shim.
2
Evie
"Here's how it will work," Cormac says, but he's not addressing me. He's talking to him. "You are not allowed to speak."
I assume there is a nod, because Cormac continues. "I'll be sitting over here. You are allowed to do what you want, but if I tell you to do something else, you will."
"Are you ready for him, Evie?" Cormac's voice washes over me like a sexy elixir, and I nod my head, afraid to speak.
"Try not to rip the silk," Cormac tells our guest.
A momentary wave of guilt hits me, and I bite my lip. I know the shorts are already ruined, but I assume he's just playing thecommanding role. Cormac has never cared about tearing my panties off when it's just the two of us.
It's why he started buying me lingerie to change into when I come over. I can't afford to replace my underwear on a regular basis.
Cormac's voice is directed at me now. "Evie, you are going to be used by both of us tonight." A little shiver snakes up my body from his words, and I try not to move. "We are going to fill you with our cum. We want our seed dripping from every hole. If you are a good girl, and do as we say, we won't make you wait for your orgasms. Do you understand?"
I nod slowly.
"We need to hear your voice," Cormac reminds me.
"Yes. Use me," I manage to say, and the sound of two moans fill the room, which makes me squeeze my thighs together again.
The few times Cormac and I have played out this stranger fantasy, we have never actually had another person with us, instead pretending with the use of dildos or dirty talk. But tonight has gone beyond pretend. And I know this other man's smell almost as well as I know Cormac's at this point. He's making my fantasy come true.
I can't stop the rising panic and racing thoughts at what this means and how horribly wrong this could go when they both realize my heart is involved.
Yet, Cormac gave me an out, didn't he?
I’m wearing a blindfold. I can pretend I don't know who the guy is, and get fucked by the two men I've been the most attracted to in my entire life in one glorious night of sinful bliss. I can fill my spank bank with material for the rest of my life, drawing on it when I'm too old to hold a vibrator for longer than a few minutes. Neither man has to know I'm in love with them both.
It won't ruin anything if I just play by the rules, right?
