by LP Lovell
Table of Contents
Ella
Tobias
About the Author
Five Rules
The Game Series #5
Stevie J. Cole
LP Lovell
Contents
1. Ella
2. Ella
3. Ella
4. Ella
5. Ella
6. Tobias
About the Author
1
Ella
Three...
Gasping, I sit up in bed, clutching my chest as my heart pounds relentlessly. My head throbs, my vision is blurry. Sweat trickles down my temples, between my breasts. I'm in Tobias' room… Tobias' room? I glance down at the short, silk nightgown I'm wearing. When did I get home and when did I put this on? Why can I not remember anything past getting in the car with Three, blindfolded? It's a terrible feeling—not knowing. It's like I'm a stranger to myself, like there's a secret I don't know, but why? Why can't I remember? Was it that traumatic that I've blocked it out—people do that, don't they? Block out terrible things...
I hear the shower cut on and I stare at the door that leads into the bathroom. Do I get out of bed and go in there? What if it's Three? I don't want to see him. I don't want anything to do with him, and honestly, I'm angry at Tobias and Preston for leaving me with him.
Tossing the covers off, I climb out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. I slowly place my hand on the door and push it open. Steam rolls across the ceiling. Heavy breaths hang in the air. The glass door to the shower is fogged over, but I can see two shadows moving behind the glass. A hand slams against the door with a bang, fingers swiping through the fog.
They're both in there. I swallow as my pulse quickens, as an all too familiar heat travels through my core. Over the past five days my life has been about nothing but sex and games and power. I've become conditioned to expect it and long for it—especially with them.
A deep groan floats over the shower door and my nipples grow achingly tight.
"Little lamb," Tobias coos, "we see you out there." No sooner has he said those words than a hand presses against the glass, wiping an open window so I can see them tangled around each other. Tobias' green eyes lock on me as Preston kisses over his throat, his hand desperately fisting Tobias' cock. Tobias reaches for the door. The glass swings open slowly. A cloud of steam billows around them and out into the bathroom, the lovely heat washing over me. Preston doesn't pay me any attention. His free hand roams over Tobias' hard chest, down his rigid stomach, and then he grips Tobias' balls in his hand, cupping and squeezing them. A low groan rumbles up Tobias' throat, and a deep pull sets in between my thighs. I want him. I want them. I want us...
I go to step inside, but Tobias shakes his head. "You stay, little lamb, watch us play."
I feel a frown set on my face and Tobias smirks, his eyes drifting to the counter as he lifts his chin. "Sit up there for me and touch yourself."
I lift myself onto the counter, allowing my silk nightdress to ride up my thighs as I spread my legs wide.
Preston lowers himself to his knees, greedily sucking back Tobias' cock. Tobias' eyes are set on me as Preston works him over. I watch Tobias thread his fingers through Preston's long, damp hair, fisting and pulling. The power. The dominance. It sets a fire in me that I don't know can ever be quenched by anything but them.
I bite my lip, fighting back a groan as heat pools between my thighs. I slowly brush my fingers over my wet pussy, hypnotized by the raging desire, the unhinged lust swirling through his bright green irises.
"What do you want, Ella? Tell us," Tobias says as Preston chokes on his long cock.
I hesitate for a second and he cocks a brow. "I want you to fuck me," I say in a rush.
A deep chuckle echoes around the shower walls. "That simple?"
Preston pulls away, Tobias' cock still gripped in his palm as his dark eyes rise to meet mine.
"Both of you, at the same time," I whisper. I want both of them in me, possessing me. I shouldn't, but I do because I'm so wrapped up in their game that I no longer see winning or losing, rules or moves. It's this crazy desire that I have for these two men.
A sadistic smirk curves over Preston's full lips as he rises to his feet. Tobias smiles, crooking his finger and inviting me into the shower with them. "Then, by all means little lamb, come play."
I hop down from the vanity and slowly walk toward them. I truly am a lost little lamb running into the arms the of devil. Tobias' lips remain in that wicked smirk, daring me, inviting me. I reach for his hand and he grabs both my arms and yanks me into the warmth of the shower, trapping me between their two bodies. My chest is pressed against Tobias. Preston is at my back. The water soaks through my nightgown, plastering it against every single inch of my body.
Preston's fingers trail down my spine and I drag my eyes away from Tobias, turning my head and meeting Preston’s lips. His hand winds around my throat from behind and he tilts my head, bowing my body back against his. His tongue brushes against mine, his teeth dragging brutally over my bottom lip.
Tobias' hands skim over the soaked fabric of my nightgown and he kneels in front of me, taking one of my legs and hooking it over his shoulder. He shoves the nightgown over my hips and stares up at me with water trickling down his face. "Is this what you want, sweet little lamb?"
Biting down on my lip, I nod. Preston nips at my neck before groaning against it. My heart races as Tobias slowly inches closer to me, making a show as he sticks out his tongue and swipes it over my clit. I jump from the contact and Preston tightens his hold on me. "Sweet Ella," he whispers beside my ear.
Tobias spreads my pussy, slamming two fingers inside of me as he sucks on my clit. One of Preston's hands slides down my chest and under the silk gown. He pinches my nipple, twisting and tugging, coaxing a hard moan from my throat. Everything about this is filthy, taboo, but it makes me feel alive. It makes me feel feminine and wanted, worshipped even. Tobias licks at my pussy. Preston nips at my neck. Suddenly Tobias grabs my hips, yanking me away from Preston's body and turning me around so that my ass is against him. A sexy smirk plays over Preston's lips, his dick standing to attention as he closes the space between us. "Sweet Ella," he says, his breath touching my lips. "Do you want me inside that sweet, sweet pussy?" He swipes a finger over me and I tremble with need.
"Yes," I breathe. He roughly fists my hair, dragging my face to his. His lips crash over mine and his hands grip my ass, spreading my cheeks. Tobias is right there, his heated breathes dancing across my exposed asshole. His fingers trail down my spine, lower, lower, until he's brushing over my hole.
"I love your pretty little asshole," he says as he stands to his feet. His finger brushes over my asshole and I tense for a second. "Relax," he whispers by my ear. I tear my lips from Preston and turn my face toward Tobias. He nuzzles against my cheek. "I want your tight ass, little lamb," he says on a groan. He presses his finger against me, sliding knuckle deep inside. I gasp at the stinging intrusion, my lips parting as my eyes slam shut. The hot water from the shower washes over my body. The contrast of the steady stream of water, their warm, slick bodies, and the cool air has me on edge. Preston bites my neck. Tobias pinches my jaw between his teeth and his finger slides further inside me, making me tremble. "Yes, stretch for me," he growls.
"So fucking beautiful," Preston says, kissing down my throat.
"Do you want to fuck her, Preston?" Tobias asks.
Preston’s head lifts and he looks over my shoulder at Tobias. "You know I do."
"Then fuck her," Tobias instructs
. And isn't this always the way it is. Preston and I dancing to the tune of Tobias' song. He moves and we follow, moving to the rhythm he lays down.
Tobias' finger leaves me and I almost mourn its loss until Preston lifts me. My legs spread either side of his narrow hips and his dick presses against me. "Look at me, " he says. I meet those dark eyes of his, watching his face the entire time as he slips inside me inch by torturous inch. My breath hitches and my heart races as my pussy stretches to accommodate him. His hands grip my ass so hard his fingers dig into my flesh. He moves me, pushing and pulling, up and down over the length of his cock. I cling to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and threading my fingers through his soaked hair.
He reaches up and unwinds my arms from his neck before he shoves me away from him. My back slams against Tobias’ chest and a deep chuckle rumbles from his chest as he brings his arm around me, holding it against my wet chest, trapping me against his body. Preston grips my hips and he pounds into me over and over. Tobias uses his free hand to swipe a stray strand of hair from Preston’s face. Tobias is holding me while Preston fucks me. He’s watching us and it has me losing control, falling into them both. A long moan slips from my lips.
"Don't you dare come yet," Tobias whispers against my ear. "I want to feel your tight ass griping my cock when you come."
Preston throws his head back, his muscles rolling and flexing erotically. "Tobias, you need to fuck her," Preston says through gritted teeth. "You feel so good, sweet Ella."
Tobias releases his hold on me, rubbing his hands along my sides and then over my asscheeks. He kisses my shoulder then growls, his teeth sinking into my shoulder. "How badly do you want me to fuck your tight little hole, Ella?" Tobias ask. I fight back a moan as Preston’s cock thrusts harder, deeper. I feel Tobias' finger trail along my throat, under my chin, and then he lifts my head so that I'm looking back at him. "How badly will you beg for me?" His finger circles my asshole, gently stroking, caressing. "I want you to beg me to bury myself in your ass."
My heart flip-flops in my chest, heat searing through me. I want him to fuck me in the ass because it's dirty and wrong. I want to feel him inside of me, his dick and Preston's dicks rubbing against each other. I grow wetter just at the thought of being taken by the two of them together, having the three of us as one. "Please," I whisper on a pant. Preston thrusts inside of me, my entire body slamming back against Tobias from the force.
"Careful, Preston, you make her come and I'll not be pleased."
Preston laughs, his fingers digging harder into my hips. "We'll make her come together."
Tobias reaches over my shoulder, stroking a single finger over Preston's jaw. He trails it down and over to Preston's mouth and Preston sucks on his finger. Tobias groans by my ear.
"Please," I say again.
"Please what?" Tobias asks, pulling his finger from Preston's mouth and trailing it down my body until he's dipping it in and out of my ass.
"Please fuck me."
"Here?" he asks, sinking his finger deep into my asshole and twisting it. I moan, my breath hitching.
Preston moves steady and slow inside of me. He grabs both my arms and loops them around his neck with a smirk before dropping his hands to my ass and spreading my cheeks again. Tobias groans and I feel the head of his swollen cock brush against my asshole. Preston's grabs a bottle from the shower shelf, the rhythm of his cock picking up its pace. Preston squirts something into his hand then reaches around my back, smearing it over my asshole.
"Spread her ass, Preston," Tobias says, his cock rubbing over my asshole. Preston stills inside of me as he grabs my cheeks and pulls them apart. Tobias slams into me. I scream, the sound of the sudden intrusion bouncing around the shower walls. Pain tears through me hot and fast.
"Take it, sweet Ella," Preston whispers as he continues to fuck my pussy, a deep smile seating on his face.
"Fuck," Tobias groans against the back of my neck. "You're so tight." The pain dies to a low ache and the sensation of being filled to the brim overtakes me. Tobias slowly pulls out and pushes back in and I claw at Preston's neck. The pain and pleasure mingle, dancing around each other in perfect harmony. It feels like they're trying to crawl inside me, and I want it. I want it all.
The fullness of the two of them in me, the complete possession and ownership they have right now. I am at their mercy and the thought of it nearly sends me over the edge. Heat drowns every last inch of my skin. My body is weightless between the two of them as they work their way in and out, their rhythm timed perfectly as if this were nothing more than a well-rehearsed performance.
Preston exhales a hard breath. "God, I love the way this feels," he says.
"Do you like having him in your pussy and me in your ass, little lamb?" Tobias asks between deep pants.
"Yes," I manage. "God, yes."
"Good. And this," he slams so far in me my vision spots, but I relish in the sensation, "this asshole is mine, do you understand?"
"Yes..."
"No one else can have this part of you Ella, it's tainted by me. Owned by me." He ploughs into me harder. Angrily. He fists my hair and yanks my head back. "Tell me it's mine."
"It's yours, Tobias."
Another hard thrust in and when he pulls out of my ass, Preston buries himself deep in my pussy. In and out. Back and forth. Every stroke, touch, caress causing me to become dizzy with lust. Their hard chests crush my body, imprisoning me as they fuck me into oblivion.
"What's mine, little lamb?"
"Tell him, Ella," Preston whispers, his eyes locked on where our bodies connect. "Tell him what's his."
"My ass," I choke out. "My ass is yours." I can barely breathe. Flames of desire lick over every inch of my body, winding through my core and pushing me higher and higher.
"Don't you fucking forget it," he says, slapping his hand over my ass, the loud, wet smack echoing from the shower walls. He buries himself balls deep inside me. "I'm going to come in your ass, little lamb."
"And I'm going to come in your sweet pussy." Preston kisses along my neck. "Come with us, sweet Ella." Tobias groans just before his teeth sink into my shoulder.
And like a spell, at their words, I feel myself falling. My eyes slam closed and I give into the sensation of these two men thrusting together inside of me. I surrender myself to the sinful heat, tossing my head back against Tobias' shoulder as everything releases, clenching and tightening until I'm certain neither of them can move inside me. Tingles shoot across my skin and I feel myself sinking as my body is driven over that edge. It's almost too much, too strong. My ears ring and as that noise grows louder I fear I may pass out, but they will catch me. Tobias grabs at my hips and Preston places his hand around Tobias' hand, their fingers lacing together as they dig into my skin together—as one. Tobias groans. Preston grunts and they both slam into me full force in one final thrust before they still.
I stand here, breathless with them both still inside me. Tobias' arm winds around my waist and he trails his lips over my neck. Hot rapid breaths blow across my skin. The only sound in this room right now is that of our desperate breaths and the water pounding over the tile.
Preston leans forward, kissing me gently. For a few seconds, they hold me, kiss me, touch me. Everything is so gentle and I can’t help but to feel as though they're worshipping my body.
Then Tobias slowly pulls out of me. Preston lifts me and places me on my feet.
"Clean yourself up," Tobias says, opening the shower door and stepping out. Preston follows him and they both grab a towel, wrapping them around their waists before they leave the bathroom.
Exhaling, I lean back against the cold shower wall, their come running down my thighs. They’ve left me soiled and used and yet, I’m always craving more.
2
Ella
The car trudges along the busy street and I watch the buildings as they creep by. Tobias sits next to me, busy on his phone. I’m going to the office today and while I’m dressed in a tight, knee-length
black dress that could pass as professional, Tobias instructed me to wear no underwear. God only knows what that means he has in store for me. Some days I feel like there are women who would sell their soul to be where I am, to fuck Tobias and Preston, and other days I feel like a cheap whore—well, at one million dollars, I guess an expensive whore.
Tobias' hand lands on my thigh and I glance over at him. He’s still scrolling through his phone, his thumb flying over the screen as he types out replies. For the briefest of moments, I imagine what it would be like if we were just a normal couple. I'm not sure I can even picture Tobias as my boyfriend—as anyone's boyfriend. The word would always be too tame, too mundane to describe him.
He glances up from his phone. His eyes skate over my face and he lifts his hand from my thigh, tucking my hair behind me ear. I duck my chin shyly and he huffs a small laugh. "Do you remember what happened last night?"
My chest tightens. I've been pushing this horribly sickening feeling down ever since I woke up, and now here we are. "No," I whisper, my body stiffening. I'm scared. I don't want to hear that Three did things to me. There are some stains that sink so deep they mar your very soul.
"Probably best you don't remember..."
I swallow heavily and emotions bubble up in my chest making my eyes prickle. I turn my face away from him because I can never show him weakness. He feeds on it like a leech. I feel the heat of his body when he leans in and then Tobias fists my hair and forces me to face him. His gaze locks with mine and I can feel my eyes welling treacherously. I squeeze my eyes shut and an errant tear tracks down my cheek.
"Poor little lamb." His breath washes over my cheek. "It really is a pity that you're so pretty when you cry." And then the tip of his tongue sweeps over my cheek, catching my tear.
I open my eyes and meet his gaze. "You like your women broken," I breathe. I shouldn't say it. I shouldn't push him, but isn't it true? Surely that's what this game is, a war of attrition, a mental battle to see whether or not he can snap me, whether he can grind me into nothing more than dust.