My cheeks flush with fresh heat. What the fuck is wrong with the two of them, can’t they just fuck me and be done with it? This isn’t complicated. I roll my lips then sit up, crossing one leg over the other. “If you’re not up for it, don’t worry about it,” I snap, not liking the way they question me. They have just taken the fun out of what was turning out to be a nice afternoon. With a heavy sigh, I stand and go to find my panties. I need to get the hell out of here. I’m not embarrassed, I’m more disappointed in them.
“So that’s a no,” River says from behind me, amusement in his voice.
I turn in a rush, ready to fight him on it, to find them both behind me like predators. “It’s none of your fucking business, that’s what it is,” I spit back. They have pissed me off now.
Slater stands in my way. “Don’t get mouthy, brat, or I will punish you.”
I pop up on my toes so I’m glaring right into Slater’s dark eyes. He doesn’t scare me, not one bit. “Do it,” I push, waiting to see just what the big dude is made of.
Slater’s brow rises and a smile twists onto his lips. “Turn around, hands on the armchair, ass to me,” he commands, a playful tone in his voice that I wasn’t expecting.
I swallow down the lump in my throat, turning round to find River already sitting on the armchair behind me, his shirt gone, his art and chiseled abs on full display, a sly look on his handsome face. A small slither of fear runs through me that I may have just pushed them too far. Whoops. Guess I’m about to find out exactly what the two of them are capable of. When I bend, I come face to face with River’s crotch. A clear tent in his pants that I would be more than happy to take care of.
Reading my mind, he undoes his pants, his massive cock staring me right in the face. It’s a fine specimen, thick and long, and I can’t help but lick my lips. “You’re going to need the distraction, baby,” he tells me as his hand laces into the back of my short hair, not so tight it hurts but enough that I know he’s in control here and not me.
From behind, I hear the whip of Slater’s belt sliding from its loops and understand why I’m about to need a distraction. Shit’s about to get real. Bring it on, fuckers.
With a flirty smirk, I take River’s cock in my mouth, licking the pre-cum from the tip. He groans in appreciation and even I have to admit it’s the best sound ever. There has been so much tension between us these last few days, I never thought I would get to live out a fantasy like this. But apparently, it’s exactly what we all need.
Slater brushes the belt over my ass lightly. “How many lashes, brat? Since you got here, you have been rude, mouthy, ungrateful, you haverun away from us, and tried just about everything you can to cause as much mayhem as possible. I think that calls for at least ten.”
My eyes go wide, and I stop sucking on River’s cock, not sure I can handle ten. “Umm.” I look to River for help.
“Come on, big guy, you have already slapped her ass at least five times. Maybe go easy on her,” River says with a stupid smirk that tells me all this playing around is fun for him.
Slater leans over me, his fingers gliding over my thigh right where I cut myself the other night. The wounds are close to healing, but they are still raised slightly. It’s the one place I don’t want him touching me, and I flinch away from him. If he notices he doesn’t say anything. His lips come to my shoulder, placing kisses up my neck until he reaches my ear. “What do you think, is five enough when you’re still keeping secrets from us?”
I freeze, goosebumps skating up my arms. What is he talking about? River’s eyes meet mine, and I can tell he’s confused as well. I pull back from him. “I’m not keeping anything from you,” I murmur.
“Five it is then.” His warmth is gone, and the first one cracks over my ass immediately. A burn followed by radiating pain.
Fuck, yes. I take River’s cock back in my mouth, sucking back and forth, not because I need the distraction but because I’m so turned on, I want him to ride the high with me. I need to know what gets him off, what he needs to tumble over the edge.
Slater whacks me repeatedly, once on the left cheek, then the right, then lower. I’m a panting mess, tears streaming down my face, saliva dribbling from my mouth from the head I’m giving River.
“That’s enough, Bodhi,” River warns him.
I pull away from his cock, panting. “No, one more.”
Slater fists his fingers into my hair and pulls me back toward him, my back hitting his chest. We’re so close I can feel the way his heartbeats erratically. He’s wild like this, and I’m all for it. “That’s my girl.” He chuckles darkly before releasing me.
The last lash of his belt hurts the most, and I cry out into the room, not able to help it. He doesn’t waste a beat, though. As soon as he’s inflicted the pain, he’s behind me, sinking his cock deep inside my dripping pussy.
My eyes roll back in my head, and I cum in a rush instantly, the high I was chasing washing over me, overwhelming and all-consuming. I’m no longer numb or in pain, I’m floating in bliss.
River brushes the tears from my cheeks, looking me over like he’s trying to understand me. But he never will. Even my therapist couldn’t get to the bottom of why I’m so fucked up, and God knows the man tried everything.
“You want to join him?” I grin, wanting no sympathy from him. I need this. I need them.
“If that’s what you want, baby.”
“Of course it’s what she wants, she’s so fucking wet for us.” Slater’s chuckle vibrates through the room. He pumps in and out of me, his deep thrusts hitting me right where I want them to. Without any warning, he pulls out of me and hoists me up. Twisting me around, he positions me roughly so my back is against River’s front.
River’s arms wrap around me, and he moves me so our lips are locked. He kisses me, desperate and hurried, burying his tongue between my lips. It’s messy, but perfect. He’s different to Slater. He doesn’t hate me, he kisses me like I’m air and he needs me to breathe. It’s all-consuming and a high that could become addictive. Eventually his fingertips dig into my hips, and he helps me lower down onto his cock.
I moan into the room, his cock filling me in the best way, brushing against my insides and sending me into a frenzy all over again. Myslickness is loud enough I’m sure they can both hear as he thrusts in and out of me, his lips placing rough kisses down my neck with every deep movement. It’s pure perfection, my body alight and tingling all over.
Slater has ditched his clothes and watches us together through hooded eyes. His body is cut from stone, all muscle and ink, and I get the urge to run my tongue over every hard surface. He’s a delicious treat I want to devour. I drop my line of sight to his cock. It’s the first time I have seen it, and it’s a work of art. Thicker than River’s with a little bend to the side and an angry vein that suits him perfectly. Both boys are huge. I have no idea if the two of them will fit inside of me together. They were right, I have never done this before, but fuck, I want to find out.
