“What would you be comfortable with, Jess?” Devon purrs into my ear. They’re both so close, both in front of me, side by side, one on either side of my legs that are sandwiched between them.
“Comfortable with…?” I frown.
“Just how far are you willing to go?” Kingston asks.
Holy fuck, are they asking for consent right now? Well, this is a first for me.
I make my voice crack a little. “Go?” I question.
“Yes, Jess, fooling around? One of us?... Both of us?” Devon smiles.
“Both of you?” I question again and glance between them both. They clearly love the doe eyes and innocence I’m portraying.“And naivety at this whole situation.”My eyes flutter as his voice caresses through my thoughts.
“Jess.” Kingston takes my face in his hands and turns me to look at him. “You can choose one of us or both of us. We can do as much or as little as you like. Beautiful, we both want you. You only have to say the word. Let us take care of you for the night. You won’t regret it.”
Devon takes a step back, and I glance at him. He slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt, his tight black shirt that looks sprayed on taught muscles. He unbuttons the cuffs, and my gaze never strays from his while Kingston’s thumb rubs tenderly against my cheek as his gaze scans over my face.
He slides it slowly over his shoulders and drops it to pool at the floor. “It’s only fair you see what you could have… if you want it.”
He smiles at me as he unbuttons his jeans, flicking off his boots. He slides his boxers and jeans down altogether, sliding them off with his socks and tossing them in a pile with his shirt. He’s stark bollock naked in the middle of the kitchen, with tanned skin, a few tattoos around his chest and a full sleeve. His cock is girthy, not overly long, but thick. My eyes flick to it, then back to his gaze, then back down again. He laughs, making his cock bob up and down, and I swallow hard. He seems to like that as he takes a step forward. I’m suddenly aware that the heat is now gone from my face, and Kingston steps back and slowly undresses. He is slightly broader than Devon, whereas Devon is slightly taller. Kingston has more tattoos; there isn’t much space where there aren’t tattoos, yet none were on display when I met them.
His cock is just as hard, just as thick and slightly longer, and my gaze just flicks from one to the other. And I see them both smile.
“So, beautiful, what’s it gonna be.”
I swallow again and stare down at them, widening my eyes and looking back and forth again.
“B-b-both,” I stutter out, and Devon steps closer, lifting me off the counter, and Kingston takes my hand and leads me to the stairs.
I turn and look over my shoulder, and Devon is right behind us. I’m pulled along into a large double bedroom with black satin sheets, dark grey walls, and big, bulky dark wood furniture. Kingston pulls me in front of him and steps towards me, making me take a step back, and the back of my legs hit the bed. Devon steps to the side of him.
“I want to taste you and see if you taste as beautiful as you look.”
I swallow again, and he grins, reaching his hand slowly towards me and resting it over my chest before pushing me back. I gasp and fall back onto the bed. Devon is already on his knees as his hands slide up my legs, and he lifts up my dress. He sends shudders through me as his strong, rough fingers dance over my skin. I’ve missed being touched like this. His tongue and lips skate up my inner thigh. When he reaches my pussy, he stops and hovers, breathing heavily as he smiles up at me. I pick up my breathing, and he smiles at the effect he thinks I’m having. Don’t get me wrong, he’s hot, they both are, and he’s playing the long game, and I’m down. I really need this, but honestly, they’re still going to die before sunrise. He glances down at the wet patch pooling in my underwear and grins at me.
“May I?”
I take a deep breath and nod. His finger slowly slides over my hips and into the waist of my pants, and he tugs slightly. Looking up at me, I lift my hips, and he smiles as he slides them slowly down my legs. He hands them to Kingston, who takes them from him. My eyes trail to his, and he brings them to his face and inhales so deeply that his eyes flutter for a second. I gasp out as Devon’s face dives into my pussy while he thinks I am distracted, and I feel him grin against me as I flinch. He flicks his tongue over me and groans.
“Is she as sweet as she looks?” Kingston’s voice comes out throaty and deep.
“Sweeter.” He groans into me as he licks again, spearing me with his tongue before pulling away and stepping back.
I gasp at the loss of sensation when Kingston steps between my legs and drops to his knees. “May I?”
The gravel in his voice makes my skin pebble. It’s like he’s on a knife’s edge, barely holding on, and I know exactly how he feels. We just feel it for varied reasons. I nod. I feel him take a deep breath before he dives his face straight in. He nips at me as I yell out. He forces his whole face in, spearing me frantically with his tongue. I can feel his breathing escalate, and I gasp as he bites at me and grips my thighs hard. I flinch in surprise at how rough he is, but I groan at the contrast between them. It’s gone as soon as it starts, and when I look up, Devon is holding his shoulder, and Kingston is panting, staring at me like a feral beast. His resolve barely hangs on, and I presume if Devon weren’t here, it would be a whole other story.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper out. Kingston looks angry, but I think it’s at himself for losing control, even if it was only for a second. But actually, I could use a little less control, so I move the focus. “Did I do something wrong?” Kingston’s face softens, and he shakes his head and goes to stand up. “Wait. Don’t go.”
“I can’t.” He shakes his head. “Devon will look after you.”
“But I want you both.” His eyes flick to mine, his dejected gaze staring into my soul.
“I’m too wound up. I’ll be too rough.” Kingston shakes his head like he can’t quite believe how quickly his resolve fucked off.
“Maybe I’m okay with that.” I smile sheepishly.
“You don’t want that, beautiful.”
