by Atlas, Lilly
“He wants you,” Screw said. His warm breath tickled the sensitive skin of her ear, making goose bumps erupt all over her skin. “Wants to touch you, taste you, feel you. And so do I.”
Her breath hitched. “Oh, my God,” she whispered as moisture pooled between her legs. This had to be a dream. How could they want her, knowing what they’d uncover once she was bare to them?
A change came over Gumby. His eyes smoldered and he seemed to grow before her eyes. He appeared to communicate with Screw over her shoulder without words before stalking toward her with a gait that could only be described as a prowl. “He’s right,” Gumby said. “And this bullshit stops now.”
“Wha—”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hall toward her room with Screw hot on her heels.
“Gumby, what the hell are you doing?”
His long legs ate up the distance to her room in no time. To keep from being dragged along, she was practically jogging. When he reached her room, Gumby propelled directly over to the vintage floor mirror that had come with the home. Most of the time a spare bed sheet covered the mirror, but she’d taken it down when Gumby arrived so he wouldn’t think she was crazy.
“No, Gumby, no. I can’t—”
“Shhh,” he said wrapping a long arm around her chest. “Breathe.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head.
“So you saw us?” he asked.
“W-what? Uh, yes.”
Where was Screw? He’d been silent since Gumby started his caveman routine but hadn’t been far behind in the hall. Was he also in her bedroom?
“Did you like it?”
What?
“Um…”
He let out a soft chuckle. Warm air tickled her ear. “Well, it sounds like you watched for a while, so I imagine you weren’t repulsed.”
Christ, had she liked it. She still thought about it at least ten times a day. “N-no. I wasn’t repulsed. Surprised, but not repulsed. Never that. You two were…beautiful together.”
“Did you wish you were in the room? Had a closer look? Maybe you wished you could touch too. Did you want to be between us, Jazzy?”
Her breath caught in her lungs as her heart began to pound hard enough to make her shirt quiver. Between them? With both sets of hands on her? Both mouths…
Her nipples tightened to near painful points at the thought.
“Jazmine?”
“Y-yes,” she whispered, eyes still closed. “I wanted to be between you. I wanted to touch you. Both of you.”
A sharp inhale came from in front of her.
Screw.
Her eyes flew open to find him only a few inches from her, gaze like fire as he stared at her mouth.
She was between them.
Holy shit.
“He looked good, didn’t he?” Gumby asked. “Sexy as fuck down on his knees with my dick in his throat. Yes?”
Where the hell had this dirty talking man come from?
She whimpered as she nodded, afraid if she opened her mouth, she’d beg one—or worse both—of them to take her.
“Can I tell you a secret?” Gumby asked.
She nodded. Her gaze stayed on Screw as he listened with flared nostrils and blown pupils to Gumby’s words.
“Screw may have looked good on his knees, but he felt un-fucking-believable. Sass is not the only talent that mouth has.”
As Gumby spoke, Screw lowered himself to his knees so slowly it seemed to take an hour. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the captivating man.
“Do you want to feel him?” Gumby nipped at her earlobe.
Did she want to feel it? She craved it.
“Do you want to feel him right here, between us?”
Holy fuck. Was she about to do this? It was a mistake, that was for damn sure. But her mind was so tired after unburdening her soul, she just didn’t have the energy to think of all the reasons she should say no. It would feel so good and she wanted that right now. Screw was right. She missed this, needed it. Physical connection, comfort, pleasure.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I want it.”
“One condition.”
Her gaze met Gumby’s in the oblong mirror.
“Eyes stay open the entire time.”
The knee jerk reaction to scream, “No,” nearly won, but she managed to keep the word in her throat. Just went to show how aroused they’d made her. “I don’t know…”
“Trust me, baby, you do not want to miss this because you’re worried about a little mirror,” Screw said from the floor.
As she peered down at him, he slid the side zipper on her flat ankle boot down.
“Lift.”
In a near trance-like state, she did as ordered for one foot then the other. Once her feet were bare, Screw rose to a tall kneel and reached for the zipper of her jeans. One eyebrow arched into his forehead.
She would regret this. No doubt. Screw’s serious, caring, almost loving persona would disappear the moment he got his. And a threesome? Sure, the fantasy rocked, but reality had a way of being too…real.
But maybe, even if she woke up tomorrow alone and appalled by her behavior, maybe the pleasure would have been worth it. She’d have memories of feeling cherished, desired…whole.
Only one way to find out.
“Please,” she whispered, and Gumby’s mouth latched onto her pulse point, sucking until her knees wobbled. She stared into the mirror, trying to take it all in at once. Gumby’s mouth on her neck, Screw lowering her jeans over her hips, his longish hair in a sloppy ponytail at the base of his skull. It’d been so long since she’d been touched, and here she was with two sets of hands on her. The sensations bordered on overwhelming and they’d barely even started.
Though for her, what made this moment so powerful was the fact these men held her secrets. She wasn’t going to have to hide. Wouldn’t need to keep herself covered as she’d always imagined would happen when she gained enough courage to take a lover.
She stepped out of the jeans when asked, and once she was clad in only her silky purple bikini panties, Screw pressed his nose to her mound and inhaled. “Fuck me, you smell good.”
Jazz gasped, and Gumby took that moment to grasp her chin, turn her head, and dive into her mouth. His tongue met hers in a hot and possessive kiss that had her head spinning. When he released her, her panties were around her ankles, and Screw was watching them with a look of abject hunger. “I could watch you two make out for hours.”
Jazz gazed down at Screw who shifted his attention to the tiny thatch of dark hair between her thighs.
“He’s gonna blow your fucking mind,” Gumby said. She lifted her gaze back to the mirror in time to see him wink. His lips were swollen from their kiss, eyes glazed and just as hungry as Screw’s. “Trust me. I speak from experience.”
Jazz’s entire body tingled with anticipation. She felt so primed and ready, one flick of Screw’s tongue was bound to have her erupting like a volcano. Hopefully, this experience wouldn’t burn them all to ash.
Screw and Gumby shared a heated look. What did it mean? So much of this was beyond her control and understanding. She had to either let the storm sweep her up or bow out now before the seas became too rough to navigate.
Screw kissed her right thigh, just above her knee and that light touch alone sent a current of sparks straight to her pussy.
Fuck it.
Jazz spread her legs, kicking her panties off in the process.
With a chuckle, Screw kissed her again, two inches higher than last time. “Someone’s getting a little eager.”
Gumby laughed along with him. “Well, I did make her some big promises just now.”
“Guess I better get to work then.”
Their playful banter chased away any lingering doubt.
The moment Screw’s teeth grazed her inner thigh, Jazz cried out.
“Fuck, this is gonna be fun,” Screw muttered before going in for the kill. He licked a slow, torturous path through her
folds, starting near the bottom of her pussy and ending with a swirl around her clit.
Jazz yelped, her head falling back against Gumby’s chest. For his part, Gumby ran his hands all over her upper body, outside of her clothes. He never lingered, stroking over her shoulders, stomach, breasts, making her desperate to feel skin on skin.
But did she dare?
No, she couldn’t. For all their bold claims of wanting her despite the scars, they’d yet to view the marks on her body. Once they did, there’d be no going back. No unseeing the horror show that was her ruined skin. And there was a very real possibility they could be repulsed.
How could she blame them? She couldn’t. Men were visual creatures. The sight of a woman’s body turned them on. The display of hers might make them run.
Screw placed a hand on each of her thighs, nudging her legs farther apart. He licked her again, this time groaning when his tongue gathered her wetness.
“How does she taste?” Gumby asked in a near growl.
Screw looked up, and Jazz could have come from the sight alone. The strong, self-confident man, staring up at them from between her spread legs.
Jesus, he was sexy.
As slowly as he’d knelt the first time, he rose, keeping his focus on Gumby. “You tell me,” he said when he’d reached full height.
His hand shot out, catching Gumby by the neck before pulling him into the hottest, dirtiest kiss she’d ever witnessed. They ate at each other’s mouth with a near animalistic ferocity. And knowing they did so to share her flavor? It was the hottest thing she’d ever conceived, let alone been a part of. If it weren’t for the light groans of pleasure coming from both men, she’d worried they were trying to injure each other.
They broke apart, both panting like they’d run there from the clubhouse. Jazz didn’t know what to do. Should she say something? Kiss one of them? Both of them. She was so far out of her realm of experience.
None of it mattered when Screw dropped back to his knees.
“Fucking delicious,” Gumby said, as he resumed touching her while Screw set about teasing her with flicks of his tongue.
She soaked it all up, fighting to keep her heavy eyes open. Screw squeezed her ass, pulling her even closer to his hungry mouth.
She jolted with a yelp and an, “Oh, my God,” as extreme pleasure shot through her. It was then she realized Gumby had slipped his hands under the hem of her long-sleeved shirt. Both his huge palms rested on her abdomen, over the lowermost scars. His fingertips played with the ridged skin beneath them. She knew from right after the attack, when she was forced to clean the wounds, they were two of the smaller ones, but it’d been so long since she peeked, she wasn’t sure what they even looked like anymore.
Breathing in a shuddered breath, her gaze met Gumby’s in the mirror. With his focus locked on her, he gathered the end of her shirt in his hands, lifting only a couple of inches. Jazz’s stomach muscles jumped and clenched beneath his touch.
This was it. The moment she exposed the deep, dark, core of herself to not one, but two men.
“I guarantee neither of us will think you are anything less than beautiful, Jazzy,” Screw said from the ground. “It’s just not possible.”
He kissed her then, straight over her clit, making her sigh in pleasure. The sweet words, which sounded so sincere, bolstered her confidence.
She could do this. If nothing else, it’d be an indicator of how her life would play out. Hiding wasn’t her style and yet she’d done it for so long, even from herself.
After blowing out an exhale, she nodded at Gumby in the mirror.
He lifted the shirt slowly, as though she were a wounded animal he worried about startling. Instead of resuming his task, Screw stroked through her drenched folds, rimming her opening before dipping just the tip of his finger in. He repeated the action again and again until she was trembling beneath his touch. In a high kneel position, he was too close to the skin being revealed. Too close to the part of her she hated, but she just couldn’t muster the strength to ask him to back off.
Inch by inch, Jazz became more and more exposed. The raised lines scattered all across her stomach came into view. All so ugly she couldn’t look. By the time Gumby had the shirt to the underside of her breasts, she was shaking, but no longer in pleasure. In fact, the strangling fear overrode all the pleasure Screw’s hand had been wringing from her.
“Wait!” she yelled, grabbing Gumby’s hands. “Th-that’s high enough. I can’t…they’re…they have scars,” she whispered.
And there, right beneath her shirt, so close to Gumby’s hands was the part of her she detested the most. Her breasts had never been big or even average sized, but her nipples had been sensitive, and she’d loved having them touched, pinched, sucked, and generally played with during sex.
Now?
Now she didn’t even touch them herself. Paul had cut them, leaving her with scars on the mounds and deformed nipples.
Gumby stopped moving but didn’t lower the shirt back down. “Look,” he said.
Jazz shook her head keeping her teary eyes focused on his face in the mirror.
“Look, Jazmine. See how strong you are. How beautiful. What a survivor you are. See how your body made itself whole again. See what we see.”
How was it possible for them to see all that when all she saw was a damaged mess? A sob broke free, but she bit her lower lip, not allowing any others to escape.
With nausea rising in her gut, she lowered her gaze just in time to see the back of Screw’s head move toward her stomach. He blocked most of her view, but she still saw a few raised, light lines. Some were thin, small, and others gnarled, twisted, and much thicker. His lips landed on one of the large ones, applying a light suction. Then he moved on to another, sucking harder this time.
Hard enough to leave a mark.
Her heart clenched so hard, it missed a few beats. He wasn’t disgusted. Didn’t find her ugly or disfigured. He still wanted his mouth on her.
She wasn’t sure she deserved this gift they were giving her, but she planned to hold tight to it with both hands so the memories of feeling beautiful would persist.
On and on Screw went, kissing each and every scar, sucking the biggest ones and replacing what she saw with a love bite. Tomorrow she’d have multiple hickeys on her stomach, something she’d actually want to see.
As he loved on her ruined skin, Screw sank a finger into her pussy. Jazz’s head fell back, bumping against Gumby as her eyes fell closed.
He tsked. “Nuh-uh-uh,” he said with a chuckle. “You know the rules.”
“It’s too good.”
“I know, baby. Trust me, I know.”
She smiled, then cool air wafted across her breasts, stealing her ability to think and driving her to a near panic attack.
“No,” she whimpered, grabbing for the shirt.
Gumby pushed her hands down. “Shhh,” he whispered. “It’s okay. Keep your eyes closed and let me tell you what I see.”
Screw circled his thumb over her clit.
God, when he touched her that way, she could barely make sense of up from down. How was she supposed to form a rational argument and fight Gumby on this?
“I see two tits that aren’t huge, but they’ll fit nicely in my hands.” He demonstrated by closing his palms over her breasts and giving a light squeeze. All the while Screw continued worshiping her scars and fingering her.
“Yes, Jazz, your tits have scars like the rest of your torso.”
“And m-my nipples?”
“Scarred, baby.”
Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes.
“But I bet…” He brushed his thumbs over her neglected nipples and the unexpected jolt of pleasure was so sharp she shouted. “Yeah, that’s right, still so damn responsive.”
“Holy shit,” she said.
“None of this detracts one bit from how fucking gorgeous you are, Jazmine. Not one of your scars makes me want you any less. And I’m pretty goddammed sure the
y don’t make Screw want you any less either. He’s practically fucking drooling. You want a taste of these beauties, don’t you, Screw?” he asked as he played with her nipples.
“Fuck yes,” he said on an exhale.
“I don’t know. Pretty sure you’re already in the middle of something down there. Maybe if you’re a good boy and finish Jazz off she’ll let you suck her gorgeous tits.”
Screw growled and Jazz couldn’t help it, she giggled. These two had done the impossible. They’d made her smile when she’d been so sure this moment would be fraught with nothing but sorrow, tears, and shame.
It was time. Beyond time.
After a few more seconds, she finally mustered the courage needed to believe their words. Jazz let her eyes flutter open and forced herself to stare straight into the mirror and take in the sight before her.
Even before noticing the scars, her attention was drawn to the two men making her body sing. Gumby’s long, tanned fingers stroked all over her naked skin while Screw still worked his finger slowly in and out of her body. Now that the initial fear had worn off, she began to feel the pleasure all over again. Gumby circled his thumbs over her nipples until she was squirming between the men.
He’d been right when he said the scars on her body hadn’t diminished their desire for her. Screw’s eyes were heavy lidded, his lips swollen and shiny from her arousal, and his muscles bunched with tension. Gumby also looked ready to attack at any moment. There wasn’t anything feigned about their responses.
Finally, she shifted her attention to her own body. The scars were…everywhere. Tons of blemishes. Big, small, thin, thick, raised, flat, they were all there in a random scattering across her torso and breasts. More marred her arms, but those remained hidden by her shirt which bunched above her breasts.
The men gave her a moment to study herself, gently stroking her but not driving her toward orgasm. As unconventional as this had been, she couldn’t have imagined surviving this any other way. These men took something she feared and made it happen in a way that didn’t involve getting drunk and breaking the mirror as she’d often imagined would happen.
To her, the scars were ugly, but knowing that these two men, who could have anyone they wanted, male or female, still desired her went a long way toward rebuilding her shattered confidence. Maybe tomorrow, once alone, she’d feel differently, but for now, she believed them when they said they weren’t disgusted. That she was still beautiful. Still desirable as a woman.