“Yes,” comes Flynn’s quick reply. I stand, feeling a little lightheaded at the sudden change in direction our dinner just took.
“Here, allow me,” says Rory standing from his chair to move mine and undo the zip on the back of my dress. The silk falls open easily, his warm fingers on my shoulders helping the straps lower over my arms as Flynn stands up too and then lowers to his knees to help me step out of my dress. I stand in just my thong with two hungry sets of eyes looking back at me, predators ready to pounce.
“What’s going to happen now?” I ask in a small amused voice, unable to hide the smile tugging at the corners of my lips. Suddenly my blood thrums with excitement, my heart begins to pound with anticipation as I try and guess what is going to happen. There is no rope or electro toys in sight, this is unchartered territory with these two men, if the dinner wasn’t already. I’ve never been out to a dinner where my dress was stripped before dessert. Rory moves everything off the table whilst Flynn’s eyes travel up and down my body, greedily soaking in my bare skin. It’s how he looks at me on his jobs, it’s the way he always makes me needy for him without him laying a finger on me. I always want him closer to me, crave him touching me, today is no different and I wonder if every day with him will be no different.
Finally Flynn steps into me, I raise up on my toes to be able to reach his mouth as he bends into me and takes my lips. He kisses me softly as the large frame of his body curls around mine, his arms holding me to him, his body pushing up against mine. He gives me a taste of his tongue but pulls away too soon. I continue leaning into him, following his lips for more. He bends and picks me up under my bottom and places me on the corner of the table, my legs hanging down on either side.
Rory has stripped off his shirt, he stands next to Flynn as he runs his tongue across his bottom lip, eyeing me likeIam dessert. Rory picks up what looks like a spare folded check tablecloth and walks it round to the diagonal side of the table tohis left. “You can lower back on the table now,” Flynn instructs. I do as he says, tentatively lowering myself so my back is flat on the table and my head lands on the rolled up tablecloth. I can feel Flynn’s hands work on the straps of my heels as I turn my head to see Rory appraising me spread out across the table. When my feet are free from my shoes, Flynn reaches for the delicate lace of my thong and pulls it down my hips. I bring my legs together to help him tug it off. Then he lowers my feet back down to hang on either side of the corner of the table and I know the view he’s getting right now. My body is heating like it’s on fire and I’m slick and ready between my legs. Flynn stands, staring down at me as he takes his time unbuttoning his shirt. One by one they reveal the muscles in his wide neck that run into his thick shoulders and form into his wide hairy chest. This man is dessert for my eyes to look at.
Rory hands him a glass of chocolate mousse as he walks beside me with one himself. “How do you eat yours, Sophie?” he asks playfully. I frown and wonder if he’s going to spoonfeed me whilst Flynn fucks me but he doesn’t have a spoon. Putting the glass down near my shoulder he undoes his belt, then the button and zip. He drops his trousers, naked beneath, his cock springing free. The tip leaking, making my mouth water, not for the dessert but for him.
I see Rory is waiting for an answer so I reply, “With a spoon sitting at the table?”
“You might want to look over at Bear and see how he eats his,” he says, so I lean up on my elbows to look back at Flynn at the end of the table who has scooped out the mousse in his hand and then to my amazement, he swipes the cool chocolatey dessert between my legs. I feel as his fingertips push it into my opening and spread it around my folds. It feels shockingly good, the coolness against my sensitive skin with Flynn’s fingers setting off an electrical current pulsingbetween my legs. “Now it’s your turn,” Rory says to me, drawing my attention back to him. Holding the glass out, he pushes the tip of his cock into the soft pudding, all the way in, letting the dessert squish up around the sides and then he twists the glass around himself and my mouth practically drools for him. I lean over on one elbow, twist around my upper body and open my mouth for him. It’s time for my dessert.
Withdrawing himself out of the glass, he places it on the floor as his chocolate covered cock hangs between his legs. “Fuck, you look perfect waiting to suck me clean,” says Rory huskily, as I feel the delicious swipe of Flynn’s tongue run up between my legs as he descends on his own dessert. I can’t help but let out a small moan as Flynn’s tongue swipes all the way up to my needy clit. Rory steps towards me, holding out his cock and feeds the tip into my mouth where I suck and lick my tongue all around him, tasting the chocolatey goodness with a hint of his salty pre-come. I feel chocolate spread around my lips as Rory pushes further into my mouth and more of the dessert meets my tastebuds.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as Flynn literally eats me out, his tongue lapping, tasting, eating as his stubble brushes up against my sensitive skin. Tendrils of pleasure run up my spine as Rory’s cock makes a complete mess of my mouth as he thrusts deeper and deeper down my throat. He gathers my hair and holds it out of the way and him holding my hair as I suck him down my throat does things to me. Flynn’s tongue dives deeper inside of me, sucking me, eating me, cleaning me up as he makes me shudder with desire. Never have I enjoyed a dessert so much in my life as I feel saliva mixed with chocolate dribble down my chin. Using my hair, Rory gently pulls my head away from his cock which pops out of my mouth. He lowers down, to lick up the trail of mess on my chin and then kisses me like a beast. All passion and need. One hand holding my hair and the other gripping my neck, hedevours my mouth with his almost forceful mouth and tongue. Tearing away from me, panting, he dips his cock back into the chocolate mousse and thrusts himself back into my mouth, all the way, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag as my nose dives into his soft curls. He pulls out slightly but he keeps his full length down my throat and I’m forced to swallow around him.
The lack of air and the way Flynn is edging me higher with his tongue, I’m not sure I can hold on much longer. Then Flynn’s tongue disappears and is replaced by the tip of his cock pushing into me, making my body arch up off the table, impaling myself further onto Rory’s thick length as I’m being filled to the hilt by Flynn. I gurgle around Rory’s cock as both Rory and Flynn start to fuck into my mouth and my pussy. The depravity of it, the stickiness, the idea that anyone can see us from the window, that the staff can walk in at any minute, is overwhelming in the best way. I find I don’t care, all I care about is tipping over the edge as I fall into an oblivion, ecstasy wracking my body as I shudder and pulse around Flynn and moan around Rory.
Rory pulls out of me to say, “Stick out your tongue, Sophie.” I do as he says as he unloads on my tongue, warm ropes of come pool in my open mouth before he says, “Swallow, Sophie.” I feel Flynn swell inside of me as he pushes himself so deep, coating my cervix walls like he’d be planting a baby in me right now if I wasn’t on birth control.
Floaty and sated, I lower my head back down on the folded up tablecloth and stare back at the men who just wined and dined me and then fucked me for dessert. I am one sticky mess. “That was one hell of a dessert,” I whisper, my throat raw from being so stretched. I feel Flynn pull out of me and see Rory walk over to grab some cloth napkins, dip them into the ice bucket and walk back over to me, handing one to Flynn.
“It was the best way to eat chocolate mousse, don’t you think?” he replies cheerily.
“I can never look at a chocolate mousse in the same way,” I laugh as he stands above me.
“This is going to be cold, but you’ll be shiny and new in no time,” he says. I smile warmly back at him as he dabs the cloth gently around my mouth and chin. He works the cloth reverently, his eyes filled with a care I don’t feel worthy of. As the coldness of the other napkin touches my heated skin, I jerk, almost closing my knees around Flynn’s head where he is now kneeling between my legs. I can feel our combined desire trickle out, but then I feel two thick fingers push it back in again.
“I want you to keep my come inside you,” breathes out Flynn, his voice throaty and laced with possession. I can’t help my immediate response to clench around his fingers as his words stir something inside of me. A need to be claimed by him.
“Looks like she likes the idea of your come staying inside of her,” notices Rory, my cheeks heating at him noticing. “Move in with us, and there will always be come trying to leak out of you.”
That has my insides fluttering again. I want that. In this moment, I want that more than anything. If these men can share, I want them all.
Flynn continues swiping the cool cloth up between my legs but I bet there isn’t much left for him to clean. He did a pretty good job of that with his tongue. “Let’s help you up, Sweetheart,” says Rory as he takes my hands and slowly guides me to sitting. “Come home with us?” I know it’s an invite but it sounds like a plea. They need to know if they’ve done enough, and they have more than done enough.
“You couldn’t take back your proposal now even if you tried,” I say playfully.
Flynn walks to my other side, steps in and presses a kiss to my lips in a move that feels like he’s sealing the deal. His eyes tell me all I need to know. This is the right decision. I will be theirs.
When I look back to Rory, he too leans in and kisses me hard before pulling away. “We are going to make you our world, you have already been our world, but now we get to make you feel it.”
“Then that makes me the luckiest girl in the universe,” I say, feeling those words deep in my belly.
Flynn picks up my dress, holding it out for me to step in, Rory does up my zip. Flynn gets on his knees to buckle up my shoes and I already feel like a princess. We walk back down the stairs, out of the back door and climb into the waiting Porsche. It’s time to go see my other two men, waiting, hoping, in their new apartment.
TWENTY-NINE
Rory
We drive back to our apartment in a giddy haze. I have my hand on Sophie’s thigh as does Bear. Our girl, she’s willing to give us a go. Now that we’ve allowed ourselves to show our true feelings, we don’t ever want to not be touching her. Knowing Mack and Tye will be up, waiting, I cannot wait to see their faces when Sophie walks in with us. I feel a weight that I have been carrying around with me ease. The worry and tension over why and how this plan could blow up in our faces has evaporated from my body as I turn my thoughts to our future, something I haven’t allowed myself to consider up until now.
We pull up outside our building, excited to get to share it with her now as her potential new home rather than just as the location of her last two jobs. Bear climbs out first and then helps Sophie out of the car. I follow and wave off the driver as we enter our building and call up the lift to the top floor. I can’t help but slip my hand into Sophie’s as we leave the elevator and make our way along the corridor to our door. Bear pulls out hiskeys and lets us in. We walk quietly to the end of the hallway until we come out into the main kitchen and lounge room where Mack and Tye sit at the dining table, each with a beer in hand. It is satisfying to see their faces as their eyes grow wider when they see Sophie nestled between us. Tye practically shoots from his chair, almost knocking his beer careening to the floor before Mack catches it and scowls. Tye walks up to us, a look of pride on his face as he shakes Bear’s hand, walks into Sophie to kiss her lips with a whispered, “Welcome, Gorgeous,” and then he takes my hand to shake too. Mack isn’t far behind him, it feels like we are receiving a hero’s welcome, we’ve been to war and safely rescued the princess.
When Mack has shaken our hands and made sure in no uncertain terms that Sophie is home, Tye goes to the fridge and hands out beers. Sophie good naturedly accepts one too. I want to lead her to the sofa to relax, or even better to my bedroom. But I know she’ll have more questions so it’s better we can all see each other at the table. Mack pulls out a seat for her and then we all settle down around the table. Mack holds out his beer for us all to tap in the middle, “To new beginnings,” and we all echo his words, Sophie too. Then Mack follows up with, “Well that’s if you’ll have us all Sophie?” he asks, his question sounding less confident than his toast.
