by King Ellie
“Mmm,” I groan as I pull back the sheets and her eyes zero in on my dick. I reach out, wrapping my hand around it. Squeezing tight. “You remember the first time you sucked my dick, Bam-Bam?” I tease her.
She glances up and then back down at my dick. “You’re going to hurt yourself,” she says lowly.
I tilt my head. “Am I or am I going to hurt you?” I ask her. I stroke my dick knowing she isn’t going anywhere, she’s in trance right now and that’s why I love this girl. The way she looks at my dick is like she wants to be one with it, she’s always looked at it like this. “Fuck, baby,” I moan. “I can still imagine and fantasize how fucking good you were. Your full cupid bow lips sucking me into your mouth like a fucking suction. You remember how soaked your panties would get because you made me moan your name? Then you’d have Bowie show you just what you can achieve with being so wet.” I watch as she shudders, trying not to conjure up those memories.
“Back then, a boy you called Markos more than any other name while you got fucked by him. But tell me, what do you think it’ll be like to be fucked by the man named Phoenix, huh? To feel the power that I wield when it comes to you? To see how much I can make you fucking crazy. I’ll fuck you so good, you’ll think how I fuck is forbidden. You just wait until I give you some of this sinister dick. Tell me, Bambi?”
Her breathing is speeding up and I can tell that she’s either going to masturbate after this or she’s going to give in. Please, baby, masturbate, don’t give into me right now… I want to chase her and catch her so I could fuck her into the wall. Fuck…
“Tell you what?” She asks.
Wrong fucking answer, baby. I’m so close and I take advantage of her state as I speed up my movements. I throw my head back against the headboard.
“Aw fuck, Bambi, I can’t wait for this to be your pussy,” I admit out loud and when I look down, she’s licking her lips. “Tell me, Bambi, has anyone ever told you to run away from me?” I ask.
She nods. “Yeah.”
I tsk. “My little deer, you should’ve listened because once I’m all healed up and we marry you, I’m going to take your body right there on the altar. I wonder if Bowie will join then? Would you like that, baby? We’re going to show you what dependency looks like. You’ll check into fucking rehab because we fucked you so good, but the 12-step program is no help for you, darling, no fucking help because I’m that good. You’ll worship this addiction and crave for this high because we will, no scratch that, are your only source of living left. I’m going to make you sob when I take you from behind. I’ll give it to you good and rough. What did I say I’ll do?” I ask her.
“You’ll give it to me rough and good,” she answers and I pump harder, faster, making myself cum.
“Now, this is the only time I’ll ever give you this option. Leave or come clean me up with your tongue.” I bite my lip, hoping she walks away. Leave, Bambi. I smile when she turns away and leaves instead of coming to do exactly what I said. “Oh, my Bambi.”
Bambi
Leave or come clean me up with your tongue… Phoenix’s words play for the umpteenth time in my head. It’s only been 15 minutes since I practically ran out of the room instead of doing what he asked.
It may seem like I have some strength doing so, but really, I had to dig deep for it. Watching Phoenix pleasure himself is like art. He’s so beautiful to look at. A perfect masterpiece with a flawed personality. One that I’ve been craving since I kissed him at the gallery. I shudder, wondering why the hell I told Sasha I needed a couple weeks off. She was nice enough to give me that. Maybe she heard about what happened to Phoenix. Needing some strength, I grab my phone and call Bowie. I don’t think he’ll pick up, but whatever. I sigh and on the last ring; I go to hang up, but I hear a hello.
“I didn’t think you’d pick up,” I say to him.
“You realize you think so negatively of us even though we didn’t leave, right?” Bowie bites back.
I’m not offended, I’m on high alert. I look at my phone screen and press the video call. Bowie doesn’t hesitate as he picks up. He’s bare chested and his head is resting on the pillow. He just looks at me but says nothing. I smile at him. “I miss you too, you know?”
Bowie can’t even keep his anger in place as he smiles brightly. “I don’t like how you know me so well.”
I smirk. “The feeling is mutual, sir, but I will say that this knowing each other helps us out, no?”
He nods and his wet hair falls out of place; he pushes it out of his face. I sigh as I stare at him. “You’re staring, Bambi,” he says.
I smile. “I know.”
“A penny for your thoughts?”
I tilt my head, remembering that’s how he coaxed out a lot of information out of me. I grin. “I’d tell you for free,” I say back to him.
He groans as he runs his hand over his face and when he looks at again, his voice has dropped an octave. “What is it?” Bowie’s voice is one of the best nonphysical features about him. The sandpapery voice of his makes you want to give in to whatever he says.
“You remind me of the young boy that I knew. The Bowie Richard Hanlon that the rest of the world thought was big and bad, but only a select few knew the real him. The one who cared about what others thought, the one who loved so hard and even forgave those who did him wrong. The one that even though the world tried to taint, it never took all of him. That’s the boy you remind me of right now.”
Bowie bites his bottom lip and says nothing for a minute. I don’t mind the silence but it’s the way he looks at me. He’s always been the king of intense looks and there’s nowhere else I could look even if I wanted to. I watch him as his chest rises and falls. I know him so well, but I can’t take my eyes off him. I get a confirmation of what he’s doing as he groans again. “Fuck, baby, I can see everything you want to say to me through those precious eyes of yours.”
God, what am I going to do? Can I survive these two grown men? Everything goes silent for me as I stare into Bowie’s eyes while he pleases himself. He doesn’t need to show me because his gaze alone can do that. I shudder. “Bambi!” Phoenix yells my name and I jump, releasing a moan, throwing my head back as I cum.
Bowie follows and chuckles. “Fuck, baby, you’re so ready for us, aren’t you? One look and a yell of your name is all it takes for us… Damn, I can’t wait to be inside you again. Go to Phoenix and take care of him. Be good and love you, baby. Tell Nix, I’m going to call him later to check on him.”
“Okay…” I say out of breath. “I love you too.”
After hanging up and cleaning myself up in the spare bathroom, Phoenix calls my name again. “Bambi,” I go to him because I don’t like the sound of his voice.
I stand and walk to the room but stop in the doorway. “Need something?” I ask him.
Phoenix doesn’t look so good. His face is paler, and he looks like he just got stabbed all over again. “Yeah…” he replies. “Can you get me a glass of water or bottle or something? I need,” Phoenix groans and I jump into action.
I run to the kitchen and open the fridge, grabbing a water bottle and running back to his room. I rush over to his side, dropping the water bottle on the night table. I grab his face in my hands, checking him over. “Okay, you’re not running too hot, so I don’t think it’s a fever, but you don’t look good, Phoenix. I think I need to call Dr. Nash.”
Phoenix scoffs. “I just need to sleep it off. They’ve stabbed me one too many times, I know what this is… exhaustion,” he answers and I stare at him. “Don’t look at me like that, Bams.” He says.
“Like what?” I ask while I smooth his hair out of his face.
He shuts his eyes, leaning into my touch. This Phoenix right here, this version of him, is why I fell in love back in high school. No one else besides Bowie and I have ever seen him so vulnerable but he allowed himself to be this way, in front of me again. “Lie down with me.”
Everything freezes inside of me. “What?” I whisper.
I roll my eyes and huff. “Fine, but first drink the water.” I reach out for the water bottle and open it.
Phoenix takes it and chugs the whole thing down so fast, I wonder if I need to get him another one. “No, don’t go. Come to me, Bambi.”
I sigh. “I’m coming right back.” I say and rush out grabbing two more water bottles. When I come back to his side, Phoenix is just gazing at me. I care about him too much for me to not put his well-being first. He means the entire world to me.
“You mean so much to me, you know that? Now, come to me.”
I don’t know how this man can read me so easily, as if he can pluck the words out of my head. “Okay, but my clothes stay on.”
Phoenix glares at me. “If I wanted to truly fuck you, I wouldn’t need to manipulate you like this. The only manipulation you’ll get from me is my fingers when they coax your sweet, tasty nectar from your body to coat my tongue.”
“Don’t say things like that if you want me to get into bed with you,” I shudder as I climb over and get under the sheets.
I lay down facing away from Phoenix as I feel him sink lower into the bed. “Baby, Look at me,” he says.
My heart beats like crazy. I love the way he calls me baby. I turn to face him, and I shut my eyes. I feel his hand caress my face. My cheek, my nose, my lips, my lashes, my forehead and then he scoots closer, kissing my forehead. “You’re cheating,” I say.
Phoenix chortles. “I never said I wouldn’t touch you, Bam-Bam. Fuck, how could I not touch you? You know how many times I almost crossed that fucking ferry to come get you? I missed you like crazy.”
I lean in, inhaling Phoenix’s natural scent. I’ve always loved the way he smells. “You should’ve.”
Phoenix’s arm wraps around my waist and pulls me flush to his body. I can feel the heat coming from him, but I know it’s not the fever, it’s just him. “If I did, you wouldn’t be where you are today. You deserved a wonderful family, Bambi. You deserved a good life. One that would prep you and bring you back to me.”
I sigh. “Take a nap, Phoenix,” I say just to avoid how hard his words hit me. I turn to give him my back and he still pulls me close to him. My phone rings again and I reach in my jean pocket to see that it’s Bowie calling. I pick up his video call and he smiles. “I had a feeling you guys were taking a nap. I can’t sleep.” He frowns. He looks at Phoenix, “You okay?” He asks.
“Yeah, mom, I’m fine,” Phoenix answers.
Bowie rolls his eyes and chuckles. “Fuck you.”
“You want to nap with us?” I say to Bowie.
“Yeah…” He answers and I pull out my pop socket to set my phone on the bed. He shifts on his bed, fixing his phone. He places his hands under his head as he turns his body to face us.
“Tell us about you growing up in out of all places, Phoenix, Arizona. Did you make friends? Any boyfriends?” Bowie asks.
I chuckle. “Boyfriends? So, you two sickos can track them down and kill them?”
Phoenix kisses my hair. “Shut up and tell us the other stuff, then.” He sounds like he’s drifting off.
“Maybe next time,” I answer because both men have their eyes shut.
“Okay, what’s on your mind then?”
“Truth?” I ask.
“Truth.” They both reply and I smile because they remember.
“Well, tell me about Esme. You guys seemed close. It seems like you joked around in the hospital. It was a different side of you I’ve never seen. It makes me realize that I don’t know you anymore. If I had to choose for you to be happy, I’d choose her. I’d let you be happy with her; you know. That’s how much I…” I stop myself from saying it.
For a while, it’s silent and I think Phoenix is asleep. I turn a little to glimpse his sleeping form and he’s staring at me, well glaring like he wants to curse me out.
“I thought you were sleeping already.”
“Why would you say something like that to me? How can you say something like that to me? Bams? You know me.” When he says this, I see the hurt in his eyes at my admission. I blink back my tears. “Let me ask you this, what did she call me when she was talking to me in the hospital?”
I think for a moment. “She called you Markos.”
“Okay then,” he says with a finality and shuts his eyes.
I watch him for a second. I turn my body to face him. “You’re not supposed to go to sleep upset at me, you promised.” I conjure up old words, old memories.
Phoenix curls his lip and pops one eye open. “I’m not sleeping though, so…”
“Just saying.” I shrug.
“Make it up to me then so I can sleep peacefully,” Phoenix says, shutting his eyes again.
“Right now?”
“Mmm.” He groans.
Instead of thinking about it, I do it. I lean in and kiss Phoenix stupid, beating him to it. Phoenix groans as he deepens the kiss. I can feel as his body comes to life and his dick presses on my thigh. I don’t care about anything else as I get lost in him. Phoenix opens his mouth and gives me access to his tongue. I suck on it, reminding him of how good I could give him pleasure. He lets me be in control for a second and then takes that power right back. He grabs my face hard but doesn’t stop kissing me. This intensifies it and I’m so wet, I could cry. Phoenix breaks the kiss with a low groan, and everything is intensified by Bowie’s grunts. I know watching us turns him on. I look at Bowie who’s in full view now and I watch as he glides his hand over his dick. It looks so perfect, angry and ready like its owner.
“Fuck,” he says and looks me right in the eyes. “Phoenix is fucking you on that altar, Bams. Passionately, roughly and raw as fuck.” His hoarse voice makes me moan as Phoenix kisses my neck.
Phoenix takes over, making it worse for me. “I don’t give a flying fuck if you get pregnant but know this, I’m slipping into your wet pussy with nothing else but my hard dick. I can’t wait to cum inside you.” He shakes me to my core with his words. He gives me a couple pecks on the lips, then settles into the crook of my neck. He bites my neck for added measure, then sucks on it like his life depended on it. Phoenix doesn’t stop there. His hand caresses me and leaves a trail of goosebumps. He dips his hand in my jeans, bypassing my panties, and dips his fingers into my pussy.
“Nixy…” I don’t know why that’s my first word.
He plays in my pussy for a little while, sucking on my neck. His thumb takes control of my clit, reminding me just how good it was at taking me to places I’ve never been before. Phoenix lets go of my neck and bites me again. “Fuck, I missed this gush. Your pussy always gushes for me, baby. It’s like it knows its owner but you’re on punishment. You called me Markos in that hospital room, yeah? You thought you’d get away with it, huh? Don’t ever fucking sleep on me. I see and hear everything, baby. Now, take your punishment. Cum harder than you’ve ever cum,” he commands and I throw my head back letting go just like he said.
I breathe hard as I hear this ringing in my ear. I blink rapidly, trying to come back to my sense of normal right now. I feel Phoenix’s fingers still pumping inside of me and it’s what keeps driving me to the edge again. “Sssstop. Stop. I can’t, I can’t cum again like this.”
“Good, take your punishment like a big girl, baby. Call him a Hijo de Puta again. Love hearing curse words slip from your lips randomly,” Bowie says and I moan hopelessly, wishing he was here to touch me.
“I must’ve watched the video a hundred times by now. I’m a motherfucker, huh?” Phoenix asks.
“Oh, God…”
“I should live up to the name then, get you pregnant and be an actual mother fucker. For now, though… cum.” His voice drops an octave and my body surrenders to his command. Bowie cums with me, causing me to whimper.
“Nix. Please.” I beg. What am I even begging for?
He chuckles. “Now, it’s time, I nap.” He thrusts his fingers a couple more times inside of me while he rests his nose in the crook of my neck and then he slows, coming to a stop. He doesn’t remove his fingers inside of me as he falls asleep.
“What the fuck?” I say out loud. This man doesn’t need handcuffs to keep me here, this time he uses his fingers in my pussy.
“Goodnight, beautiful,” Bowie says with a smile on his face. He doesn’t hang up, but he falls asleep.
How do I survive them? Can I survive them or this? Or us?
Chapter 14
Bowie
“If you could do anything, what would you do? And if you could live anywhere, where would you go?” Bambi asks me.
Lately, all we’ve been doing is meeting up in the janitor’s closet and we talk just the three of us. It’s crazy that I haven’t tried fucking her in here or in school. I don’t know, there’s just something about her that makes me hold her to the highest form of respect or so I thought I did until today when she came to school with her hair in its fully tight curly Afro. I wanted to bury my fingers in her hair, pulling it as I buried my dick inside of her.
I was glad we weren’t in the same classes at all but during my free period, which was her lunch, I dragged her out of the cafeteria and brought her into the closet where I can admit I lost my mind. Touching her isn’t enough for me. I have to feel her skin against mine. It’s the only way that I can function. From the second that I first touched her; I knew that I wasn’t ever going to stop. Bambi is beneath me, laying on the floor on top of my school jacket. I hover over her as I fuck her. I raise her hands over her head and clasp mine with hers. I kiss her like this is the last time I’ll ever get to do that. There’s this feeling that gnaws at me constantly and that’s me not being able to keep her with me or Bambi telling me she doesn’t want to see me ever again.
I grunt as she wraps her legs around my waist. She feels so good. I kiss her hard as I show her how I truly feel. This is my way, my words may mean a lot to some but with her, I want her to see my actions. I want her to get a taste of what is beneath the surface. I don’t stop until her legs are shaking uncontrollably and she cums. I pull away from her lips; I look her in her beautiful brown eyes. “You know I’d do anything for you, right?”