I wasn’t above begging, not for Lex. He didn’t make me feel dirty or humiliated. Instead, he cherished each sound, valued the neediness in my words, and better than that, it weakened his defenses, letting his control slip a little as he gave in to me. Those were the moments I lived for. Majesty was still in the doorway watching, lurking, and ready to strike. I could see how difficult it was for him to stay in place. Instead of taking pity on him, I wanted to taunt him. Tease him until he couldn’t handle it any longer.
From this angle, he couldn’t see much. I was covered by my chemise down to my hips. He was on the side of me, so though he could see my thighs, nothing too revealing was visible.
Lex hit a good spot, bringing all of my focus back to him. The angle that he arched his fingers as he scooped them inside me had me forgetting about everything else.
“Sir… Sir… Sir…”
Then his lips pulled on my clit, sucking it in and out of his mouth. The sensations were almost too much to handle. The intensity of the thrusts became harder and more delicious. I couldn’t hold back the gasps, moans, and cries.
“Please don’t stop!” I screamed. So close, I was so close.
“Fuck him back.”
I looked over, Majesty was still where he’d been, but he’d been the one to make demands. Unsure of what to say, I stared at him.
“Grind your hips toward his face, feed him that pretty pussy of yours.” He instructed. “But first, move the pillows from behind your head and put them underneath your hips.”
I looked down at Lex. He’d stopped moving as if he was waiting on me to do exactly as Majesty had instructed. Then he moved back to give me space. No, were they serious? The bit of control I’d thought I had was just taken from me by a few words from Majesty.
I moved the pillows into the position that he’d instructed, it arched my back, but best of all, it opened my hips and left me propped in the air. Lex moved back into position and tapped my thigh twice as if it were some kind of secret code between him, my vagina, and Majesty. My hips moved accordingly, more onboard with this plan than my mind was. Lex groaned as his tongue caressed me to the rhythm of my body. This angle was nice. Like a delicious treat I was enjoying for the first time. His mouth seemed to explore me differently and when he inserted his fingers again, they awakened places they hadn’t before. It was a song and dance that we grooved to. He moved his mouth against me to meet the movement, and I sang a hymn filled with hums and soft moans.
“Hands behind your head.” Majesty said, his voice thick with lust. I knew he was really feeling the effects of what was happening. The roughness in his tone told me all I needed to know.
I couldn’t look at him again. Not if I wanted him to stay in that doorway and not enter. I followed his orders, putting my hands beneath my head. It only made me want to touch Lex. I guessed that was the point.
“Damn you look good feeding him,” Majesty said more to himself than to me.
“Mhm…” Lex hummed.
“Now, come in his mouth,” Majesty directed.
“Fuck.” The word slipped from my lips as my body obeyed, betraying me. This wasn’t part of the plan.
Tell your quivering body that.
I tried to fight the orgasm building, but it was too strong. It pounded its way to the surface, ready to expose the truth. I was enjoying every minute of this. I couldn’t deny that even if I wanted to. A scream erupted from me as my body was overwhelmed with the release that blasted through me.
Lex kissed over my thighs as I settled back into my body and left the fuzzy space in my head. My eyes had closed at some point, and when I opened them, Majesty was gone and Lex was beside me. The door was also shut. Lex held me close and I curled into him.
“How are you?” he asked.
“Honestly? Overwhelmed, I think,” I admitted.
“Want to talk it through?”
“I do in fact.”
Lex brushed his thumb along my jaw, the tenderness in his touch so at odds with what had just happened that it nearly undid me. I could still feel the echo of his mouth between my legs, still hear Majesty’s voice in my head.
“I shouldn’t have–” I started, voice cracking.
He stopped me with a finger to my lips. “Don’t,” he said softly. “There’s no shame in what you want, Cami.”
I swallowed hard, staring down at the sheet tangled around us. “It wasn’t just you, though,” I whispered. “I thought about him. The whole time. Both of you.”
He nodded once, as if he already knew. “You’re allowed to,” he said, his voice even.
I exhaled, a shaky, uneven sound. “It’s wrong.”
