“Hell yeah,” Rowe agrees with a grunt, his fist flying over his cock, the wet sounds as obscene as they are arousing.
Elias grabs the hem of my shirt and lifts it, pulling it off with one smooth motion. There’s nothing covering me anymore; my body completely exposed to their hungry gazes.
“Beautiful,” Rowe breathes, his hand slowing down as if he’s mesmerized by me. It’s intoxicating.
“Yes, she is,” Elias murmurs. “And you’re all mine, aren’t you, Jules?”
“Yes, Master,” I moan, my hands moving to my breasts and squeezing them.
In the distance, someone whistles, but I’m too far gone to care, teetering on the edge of orgasm. I don’t know where to look—one cock is buried inside me, and the other is close enough to touch, but forbidden.
“That’s it, baby,” Elias says through clenched teeth. “I can feel your muscles tightening. You’re going to come for us, aren’t you?”
I nod frantically, my muscles twitching as I ride him, my eyes darting between Elias’s smirk and Rowe fisting his cock.
Elias’s thumb presses against my clit, and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Oh, fuck!” I scream as my whole body goes taut, pleasure exploding from my core and traveling to the tips of my fingers and toes.
“Ah, fuck man, she’s a squirter? Lucky bastard.”
Elias laughs wryly. “My favorite reason for needing a change of clothes.”
Some distant part of me feels embarrassed that they’re discussing me like I’m a piece of sex furniture. But I also can’t deny that their praise is driving me wild. I just came, my body still twitching with aftershocks, yet I feel like I’m halfway to another orgasm already.
Elias’s mouth on my nipple brings me back to the present. He nibbles on my peaks, alternating breasts, his hands gripping my hips so hard, I know I’m going to feel the imprints of his fingers for days.
“It’s our turn, Little Sapphire,” he drawls when he’s had his fill. “Isn’t that right, brother?”
“Yeah,” Rowe breathes. Sweat beads on his forehead and rolls down his neck, his hand still working his shaft. “I thought I was done for when she gushed all over you.”
“But you want to come with me, don’t you, Rowe? Want to pretend you’re filling her up instead of me?”
My ringmaster, playing his brother the same way he plays the crowds when night falls. Anticipating what they need to believe in magic.
“You know I do,” the broken man says lowly, his gaze locked on where Elias is buried inside me.
“Give Rowe what he needs, Jewel,” Elias says as his fingers wrap around my throat. “Milk the cum out of me.”
I moan, the sound getting cut off as Elias squeezes. My eyes move to Rowe’s tatted cock again, the head swollen and purple.
“That’s it,” Elias hisses. “Look at him as he comes for you.”
Elias repositions himself under me, and suddenly hiscock is hitting my G-spot every time I move against him. My mouth falls open, my eyes watering with the need for air.
“Please,” I whimper. I’m not sure what I’m even asking for. For air? For them to come? For my own orgasm to arrive?
“I’m close, El,” Rowe pants. “Gonna shoot.”
Black spots dance in my vision as Elias grunts, his hips thrusting up, his cock hitting that sweet spot almost painfully hard before he comes to a standstill and unloads inside me.
“Fuck, yes,” he snarls. “Filling my baby to the brim.”
“Ah… Ah, shit!” Rowe hisses, his fist squeezing his cock so hard it has to hurt. Pearlescent cum erupts from the tip, landing on the ground, my legs, Elias’s shirt, while he moans out his release.
The feeling of Elias’s cock kicking inside me, the sights and sounds—it’s too much. I start coming even as I feel myself about to pass out.
That’s when Elias releases my neck. Air rushes down my throat, fresh, cool, life-giving. My orgasm transcends a physical release, my body and mind floating in indescribable bliss for long minutes.
