The Pervade Duet

by Fewings, Vanessa

  He turned and faced us. “This is why you had me go down on her in the theatre,” James spoke quietly. “You manipulated us then, too.”

  “And ever since that day you’ve thought about how she tastes,” teased Xavier. “How she feels against your mouth when she comes.”

  James raised his chin. “This will be on my terms. Do you understand?”

  Xavier offered him a smug little smile. He’d won.

  James approached me, moving in a seductive, predatory manner as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, revealing ripped abs. He unbuckled his leather belt and slid it out, letting it drop to the floor.

  He knelt between my legs with an air of dominance, resting his hands on my inner thighs and easing them apart. Those same firm fingers parted my labia to reveal wet folds. His exploration caused delicious tingles to reach my core.

  I shot a look at Xavier, expecting to see betrayal in his eyes even though he’d instigated this…

  Yet I only saw approval in his eyes. “You both need this more than you realize,” he told us.

  James ran a fingertip along my clit. “What was yours is now mine.”

  I shuddered at his touch, my sex throbbing with need.

  “Ours.” Xavier unbuttoned his shirt as he watched us with lust-filled eyes.

  James’ strumming fingers over my pussy brought wave after wave of pleasure, and I felt my slickness beneath his touch. The scent of my arousal was so erotic all I could do was shudder through each breath. My thighs opened farther and I welcomed his probing fingers as they slipped inside me, the pressure bringing a new thrill.

  It could have been the flames that had sucked the oxygen from the room. It could have been James’ threat of control, or maybe it was the promise that Xavier would be taking me again soon, but I had no anger left.

  Xavier gave me a knowing look and licked his lips suggestively. His delicious teasing made me pulse with need.

  “Kiss her here.” James’ fingertip tapped my clit.

  Obliging, Xavier knelt beside him and leaned in, pressing his mouth to me and flicking his tongue over my sensitive nub, sparking intense pleasure that had my thighs shuddering in response.

  James held a hand to the back of Xavier’s head so he stayed in place between my thighs, lapping fervently.

  “Oh, please,” I moaned.

  “No coming yet,” ordered James. “I own both your orgasms, understand?”

  “Yes.” My head fell back, every cell in my body shuddering with delicious sensations. I lifted my hips, begging for more pressure.

  James’ palm pressed my pelvis down, reminding me who was in control.

  Xavier lifted his head and gestured for James to take over devouring my pussy.

  James willingly took over, flicking me rhythmically with the tip of his tongue. Then he paused to look into my eyes, his lips shiny from my wetness. “You will obey me in all things, Emily.”

  “Yes,” I whispered, moaning. “I will.”

  Xavier moved to the end of the bed and stared down at me, hypnotized by the way James teased my clit.

  “Emily, you want more?” asked James.

  “God, yes,” I exhaled breathlessly.

  “We’re not offering permanence.”

  Those words shot into me like those flames bursting up from the hearth.

  No, don’t mention one of us leaving. Not now. Not after this.

  I went to rise.

  James held me still. “If you leave, this moment will never be repeated.”

  The pleasure they brought was too intense to resist. I managed a nod of resignation, and then spread my thighs for Xavier. He sunk between my legs and resumed his brilliant suckling. I refused to give up these precious moments I had earned by staying.

  And we’d only just begun…

  I ran my tongue over my lips, my face flushing with the vulnerability I felt. I squeezed my internal muscles tightly, knowing they’d see my yearning for them there…a silent plea to be taken.

  James rose to his feet and removed his trousers. His thick, erect cock was exquisitely lined with veins, the purple head shiny with a bead of pre-cum.

  He saw me staring. “Are you ready for my brand of fucking?”

  I didn’t know what that meant, but I wanted it. My head crashed onto the bed and at that moment nothing else mattered but giving myself over to them.

  “Get undressed,” he ordered Xavier.

  Xavier slipped his pants off and was soon standing naked with his erection devastatingly hard and rising to almost touch his abdomen.

  He stroked his cock. “You want us both, Em?” he asked, his voice husky.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Are you sure you know what you’re asking?” said James. “Your pussy stretched around us as you scream our names?”

  “I need it, please.” I moaned.

  James slid a finger into me.

  Bucking, I responded to the tightness as he added another finger. I squirmed with delight at the sensation of being finger-fucked so brilliantly.

  Xavier leaned in and grabbed my left breast, squeezing the nipple, shooting an electric jolt into the bud as his mouth captured it, his fingers pinching the other nipple with determined tweaks. Pleasure rippled through me as though a fine-tuned string was connected all the way down to my sex.

  His hand was nudged away by James whose mouth clamped down on my other breast, his tongue matching Xavier’s swirl for swirl as they both possessed an areola each, greedily nipping, their mouths drawing in and letting go.

  Crying out at the intensity, my hand reached around and pressed the backs of their heads to hold them in place against my breasts, wallowing in this carnal play.

  I reached low.

  James’ hand caught my wrist to stop me. “Did we give permission for you touch yourself?” he asked.

  With ease, they flipped me over onto my chest and strong hands lifted my butt in the air. James picked up his belt and brought the leather up behind me. With Xavier gripping my wrists together and my ass in the air I was helpless to pull away. I clenched my jaw, preparing for the first strike.

  A warm hand examined my buttocks, running over the smooth skin as though testing its endurance.

  Strike.

  I jolted forward as the agony shot into my flesh and then I froze as the warmth flooded my skin.

  “You’ve been naughty, Em,” James taunted. “Show me you accept your punishment.”

  “What did I do?” I shot him a defiant look.

  “That note, for one thing.”

  I looked straight ahead and swallowed my fear. I raised my bum in the air to invite another round of punishment.

  Several more strikes from the leather had me quivering on all fours, the pressure from where Xavier clutched my wrists becoming almost unbearable as he pressed my hands into the mattress.

  I felt firm lips trace over the blemishes before trailing between the crack of my cheeks. The tip of a tongue circled the rosebud, then pushed through and probed the soft tissue.

  My face burned with embarrassment, and yet I wailed, “Oh, please.”

  “Go get the lube,” barked James.

  Xavier climbed off the bed and hurried out.

  “Soon,” James soothed, as his hand brushed over my cheeks.

  Within a minute, Xavier was back, and he threw the bottle of lube on the side table. The fantasy of seeing them using it on each other burned up my imagination, arousing me even more and becoming an overpowering need.

  When the two men climbed on the bed at the same time and presented their cocks, I knelt before them, my butt rising in the air, still feeling the heat from the sensational burn of the leather.

  I dipped my head low to take one cock and then the other into my mouth, hungrily sucking and gripping each erection at the base. Lavishing attention on each one, my tongue rimmed Xavier’s purple head and then lapped at James’, giving them both equal pleasure and delighting in their moans.

  Peering up I saw the erotic sc
ene reflected above…

  James reached around and grabbed a scruff of Xavier’s hair at the nape of his neck, clutching him violently. “Happy now, Xavier?”

  “God, yes.” Xavier’s cock twitched in my mouth.

  This was what he needed.

  What he wanted.

  What he longed for…James holding him in a leisurely passionate kiss, groin to groin, their hands cupping each other’s faces as they greedily ravished each other’s mouths.

  And me spurring them on by drawing their purple tips into my mouth, squeezing them together as my lips stretched wide to accommodate them, erotically teasing them with my flicking tongue.

  I shifted lower to suckle their tight balls, my fists wrapped tightly around each man’s base and stroking them briskly.

  It felt like I’d always been destined to belong to them.

  The thought sent ripples of happiness through me.

  Xavier pulled me up and turned me around, clutching my back to his chest. He hugged me so tight I couldn’t escape. Not that I wanted to.

  He lowered his hands and yanked my thighs open.

  With one long thrust he buried himself deep inside my pussy, his fullness stretching me uncomfortably. The sensation quickly morphed into a delicious throbbing. I was imprisoned in his arms, impaled on him, my thighs spread open and my soaking wet sex exposed.

  James leaned down between my thighs. “How does your pussy feel?”

  I let out a long groan.

  “Say it,” he demanded.

  My muscles clamped around Xavier’s length and tightened around him. “It feels amazing.”

  “Good girl,” said James, tapping my clit with a fingertip. “And?”

  I begged him with my eyes.

  “You’re asking me to go down on you while Xavier’s inside you?”

  My breathing quickened at the thought my fantasy was becoming real.

  “Do you deserve it?” he teased.

  “I want to.” I was dizzy with lust.

  “Say you are ours,” cooed James. “Admit you belong to us.”

  I nodded furiously. “Yes.”

  James gave me a satisfied smile. He reached out to ease apart my folds, his fingertips trailing along my skin. Dipping his head, he drew in Xavier’s sack and began suckling him.

  “Jesus,” Xavier’s voice sounded raspy.

  Blinking down at James, his head between my thighs, his hair tickling my skin, I exalted at his desire to savor us both. His five o’clock shadow gave him an edgy beauty, making him even more mesmerizing. It made me wonder how Xavier could bear to be so close to him and not have this level of intimacy.

  I had never loved Xavier more. He was giving me to the man he loved…and him to me.

  My head lulled to the side and I went with these sensations, unaware of time as it passed.James trailed the tip of his tongue along where Xavier’s cock disappeared inside me, circling and then flicking my clit, teasing and titillating.

  My moans sounded primal, responding to a desire so pure, a need to be captured like this by these two men.

  “Both of you,” I whispered.

  James ignored me, his intense strumming morphing into licks and kisses, a devouring that caused my legs to tremble violently as he worshiped every crevice, explored each fold, and focused on my pulsing clit, jolting bliss into my core.

  My heart soared, beholden to him with each inhalation. He’d stolen my ability to breathe, to reason, to resist, and all I wanted was for time to hold its breath and keep us here.

  “You have the most beautiful cunt.” James pressed his lips against my sex in a long kiss. “You taste like a goddess.”

  “Make her ready,” demanded Xavier.

  In a daze, I watched James rise up and grab the bottle of lube. He returned with it and explored my puckered ass, poking a fingertip inside to test it.

  Xavier lay back and pulled me with him. I lay along him with my thighs spread wide by his strong hands gripping my knees apart.

  James gave a nod of acknowledgment and used the clear liquid to prepare that puckering; the slickness a strange sensation at first as he tried two fingers lathered in lube. His probing felt wrong, and yet so right.

  “I’m going to help you, Em.” He pushed two fingers further into that tenderness. “Relax. That way we can give you what you want.”

  “Both of you?” I said breathlessly.

  “That’s right. We’ll both be deep inside you.” James gave a nod to let Xavier know I was ready.

  Xavier’s hold on me tightened and I knew what came next.

  He withdrew his cock from my vagina and then pressed the tip of it against my taut ass. James gripped Xavier’s shaft and guided his friend’s cock. I bucked at the pressure as he entered me.

  “Deep breath, Em,” James said.

  With a nod, I told them I was ready for more of Xavier’s penetration. He remained behind me, with my back to his front.

  The dreadful burn, the cruel stretching, finally transmuting into an intense arousal and I relaxed a little when James strummed my clit to ease the discomfort.

  Xavier tipped his hips to thrust deeper. My panting filling the room, my sex spasmed though empty, my anus stretched wide to accommodate Xavier’s width.

  James rose over us with his right hand directing his cock toward my pussy. This was really happening—both men were taking me at the same time.

  Drawing in a sharp breath, I told myself I wanted this, had needed it since I’d first met James at The Savoy. That same night I’d felt the searing heat rising off both men, their close proximity to each other too terrible to bear and impossible to refuse.

  Again, came that gentle tapping to test my readiness, this time it was the tip of James’ cock. “How’s that feel?”

  I nodded frantically, clutching his shoulders. The stretching felt like I might be ripped apart, a pressure too much and yet not enough, a promise, a prayer, a deep longing.

  James slid in more and I squeezed my eyes shut to endure the burn of them both inside me, a tsunami of sensations at being owned by two men.

  Panic rose inside me. “It’s too much—”

  “Look at me,” coaxed James. “That’s it, breath through it. Just relax. Let me rub your clit. See, how’s that? It’s helping, right?”

  Squeezing him with taut muscles, I felt him twitch and harden inside. I’d been captured for the sole purpose of his pleasure…their pleasure. Crushed between them. I felt safe and nurtured and understood as these two men gave me what I needed.

  James continued to stimulate my clit. Never had I felt more connected, or loved, or believed I was quite this beautiful.

  Finally, Xavier had let me into his world—all the way.

  They were all the way in and if this was divinity, I believed it.

  I wrapped my thighs around James’ waist to hold him, not wanting these sensations to cease. Not ever…

  I never wanted to be parted from either of them.

  “How are you doing?” James whispered.

  “So good,” I said, my voice shaking.

  “How does it feel?” he added.

  “Oh, God,” I managed.

  “Ready for a hard fucking, Em?”

  I gritted my teeth at the jolt of arousal his words brought. “Yes.”

  It started slow, a leisurely sliding in and out, James’ enormous girth stretching me wider and bringing a pleasure that was close to blinding.

  Between them, I was forced to remain still as these two men took the lead and rocked against me, hips a piston from front and behind, their deepening thrusts proving they were in sync.

  The rhythm changed, with James withdrawing all the way out and then thrusting in all the way to completely impale me with a controlled pummeling—Xavier matching him thrust for thrust in my ass as both men sent me into oblivion.

  I heard a long groan from one of them. “Your cock feels incredible—”

  I was too gone to know who’d spoken. Xavier was wildly pounding me now, and J
ames was all power and control above, perspiration spotting his brow, his strong arms holding him above us. His pecks flexed as I dug my fingernails into tight muscle.

  From his vantage point, James stole glances of them both sliding in and out of me. His face filled with desire as sticky wet sounds filled the room.

  The fire warmed us even though we didn’t need it.

  James swirled his hips in a circle, his pelvis brushing against my clit. All I could do to endure this deep pang was dig my fingernails into his back.

  He bit into my shoulder. “Harder.”

  His teeth felt divine against my flesh.

  Appeasing him, I scratched my fingernails down his back and felt him swell even more inside, pushing the boundaries of what I believed I was capable of enduring.

  “We come together,” James ordered.

  Xavier shuddered behind me and I felt him stiffen and go still as he rose toward an orgasm, his groans revealing he was barely holding on.

  “Come, Emily.” James gave his order.

  My nipples burst into tight buds of ecstasy as Xavier squeezed them rhythmically in time with James’ thrusts, until all I knew was white-hot bliss, a burning pleasure in my sex that I fell into as we came together.

  The two men became frenzied in their pounding, delivering strikes so bold all I could do was grip onto James and give myself over to them completely.

  I had a vague sense of them spilling their heat within me.

  I saw stars as a violent shuddering took hold of me, my orgasm stealing my thoughts, my sense of time and place.

  It was my groaning that drew me back into the room as a second climax prevented me from catching my next breath. Then I felt nothing but the pressure of two bodies…filled completely by them as they came down from an indescribable high.

  I relished the feeling of their kisses on my shoulder, cheek, breasts, and mouth—saying a silent prayer for time to swallow me into its center and hold me between these two men forever.

  “Fall asleep, Em,” coaxed James. “With us inside you.”

  My thighs fell apart as I melted in their arms, spent and satisfied, willing to do anything they asked of me.

  And fully aware that my feelings of lust for James had changed, teetering on the edge of something more.