by Fox, Logan
There always had been.
Cora’s breast filled his hand, but barely. Her tits were as cute and perky as she was.
He breathed into her ear, relishing the way it made her shiver against him. He could have fucked her right then—he was hard enough for sure—but this was theater. He and Cora actors on a stage. And the more entertaining their performance, the more satisfied their audience would be.
And it was impossible to satisfy Milo. He was a black void that could consume everything and still be left wanting.
Lars squeezed Cora’s breasts hard enough to make her gasp. His other hand slid that annoying black robe from her shoulders. She grabbed his wrist as if trying to stop him, but there was no actual resistance in those arms. The robe fell to the crook of her elbows and gathered there. She clung to his wrist, shifting her weight as if she wanted to step away but never actually taking that step. Her pathetic excuse for pajamas skimmed her in all the right places; tight over her breasts where her nipples poked that creamy fabric, spanned across that inch of skin between her legs. He wished he had Milo’s vantage point right then, because he was sure she looked fucking amazing. Like a cold beer to a man dying of thirst.
Still grabbing hard at her breast, Lars nipped on the edge of her ear as he slipped off first one of the camisole’s straps, then the other. Her only complaint was a low moan in the back of her throat.
How complacent. But would it last? Or would she wake up ten minutes from now wondering what the fuck was going on and screaming at them to get out?
They stood about two feet from the heavy oak coffee table perfectly placed between the chaise lounge and Milo’s armchair. Lars coaxed her forward until her shin was almost knocking into the edge.
Milo shifted in his chair. It was a small movement, one anyone else would probably have missed.
Lars didn’t. His grin stretched, and he licked the outside of Cora’s ear as he smoothed the edge of the camisole down, exposing Cora’s breasts. There wasn’t much light in the room, but when he glanced down, he could see her dusky nipples had tightened into buds. He wanted to suck them, desperately wanted to feel them in his mouth, but that would obscure his Milo’s view.
He couldn’t bear to disappoint his audience.
Lars tweaked her nipples. Cora arched into him and made a mewling sound.
Milo shifted again, this time bringing up one hand to press his curled knuckles against his mouth. Lars could see a hard-on tenting the front of his sweats.
He put his lips by Cora’s ear, whispering to her as he slowly slid the camisole down to her belly button. “Did he fuck you hard, my Milo?” Lars asked her in a conspiratorial whisper, loud enough that Milo would have had to be struck deaf not to hear.
“Yes,” came Cora’s immediate response.
“And you liked it?” He massaged her breasts, drawing circles around her nipples, and then slid both hands down her waist. They followed the curve of her hips, then her thighs, his chin resting on her shoulder the lower he went.
“Yes,” came the same breathless response.
“Do you always like it hard?” he asked as his hands worked their way up again, pausing on either side of her hips.
“I…” Nothing more than a sigh. “I don’t know,” she whispered.
“You don’t know?” Lars said, hearing the smile in his own voice.
Cora arched hard into him again, grinding her plump ass into his dick when his fingers worked their way between her legs. He was still an inch from her slit, but he could feel the heat blossoming out from her core, coating his fingers.
Not just heat. She was wet. Soaking, dripping wet.
He barely held back a groan, instead bit her shoulder hard enough to make her cry out.
“I’ve only ever…it’s only ever been Milo,” she finally said.
Lars’s eyes flashed up to Milo’s. The man had a fist against his mouth now, the fingers of his other hand digging into the edge of the armrest. He’d been staring at Lars’s hands, but his eyes flashed up as if he could feel Lars looking at him.
“Yes…Milo told me you were a virgin,” Lars said. Fuck, he wouldn’t have thought it possible, but the thought that Milo had been this girl’s first, that he would be her second…made him even more horny. He could barely resist the urge to yank down her pathetic shorts and shove his dick into her before she could say another word.
Instead, he grabbed her leg closest to the coffee table and tugged it up. She staggered a little, caught off balance, and then her foot came down on the table’s low surface. He took a hold of her knee and slowly spread her leg to the side.
Baring her to Milo.
The man let out an animalistic sound, sat straight in the armchair, and used the hand not pressed against his mouth to try and flatten his dick into his lap.
Lars wished Milo would take it out; it had been too long since he’d seen it.
He touched Cora through her satin pajama shorts. She flinched, moaned, bucked into him.
“Then I’ll show you what gentle’s like,” he murmured into her ear. “You can tell us after which you prefer.”
She made a desperate, pleading sound, grabbed his hand, and tried to force him to touch her harder.
Like the spoiled brat she was. He pulled free, grabbed her wrists, and held her away. But she wrestled herself free, her own hand going for her clit as if she was so desperate to come that she’d hump his fucking leg if that would bring her relief.
But it didn’t work like that.
Milo rose from the armchair. It took him one short step to reach them. He grabbed Cora’s wrists and forced her now fisted hands against his chest.
Lars gently stroked the entire length of her slit until she bucked and whined like an animal in pain. He took his time, lightly building pressure on each stroke until his fingers were digging into her flesh, and then eased up until he was barely touching her.
“Please!” she cried out, her voice strained. “Harder.”
Milo made an unhappy sound in his throat. Forcing her wrists together, he knocked her foot off the coffee table and ripped her camisole down to her feet. She was still taking a breath to gasp or scream when he twisted that satin into a thick rope and shoved it between her teeth.
Her body sagged. Lars almost didn’t catch her in time. Her breath was a pant now, and she shuddered as if she’d been doused with ice water.
Lars urged her foot back on the coffee table as Milo twisted the fabric once in his hands, pulling it taut.
Now she was gagged and bound as effectively as if they’d used ropes. Milo was breathing hard too, but not from exertion. Desperate lust burned in his eyes. He could almost see what the man wanted to do to her, and how hard.
Sex already hung thick in the air, and neither of them even had their fucking cocks out yet.
Cora whimpered and mewled when he stroked her again. Her satin hot pants were cold and damp with her arousal. So he pulled them aside. The fuzz over her lips thrummed under his fingertips as he explored the outside of her slit.
But Milo had become impatient. The man bucked his hips forward, and ran the length of his stiff dick over Cora’s clit. She moaned and tried to arch forward to meet him, but Lars held her back. Instead of holding onto her leg—Milo was blocking her from closing it now anyway—he fumbled with Milo’s hand where the man held the gag behind Cora’s head. He took the twisted satin from him, freeing Milo’s hand.
The man wasted no time. Milo grabbed the wet fabric of her shorts and yanked it so hard to the side that the seams tore open.
* * *
Cora yelped through her satin gag and turned big, wet eyes up to Finn. He watched her as he jerked that fabric again, tearing it more. Then he looked down. He’d exposed the most intimate part of her. And the sight of her made him groan deep in the back of his throat. He whipped his dick out of his pants, stroking himself hard and slow. He was so close to coming he could fucking taste it already. But he knew Lars liked taking his time, and the man had only just st
arted.
Lars slid two fingers inside Cora. She gasped around the gag, eyes squeezing shut as she murmured something too muffled to make out. And then Lars fingered her, slowly—almost lazily—for what felt an eternity. It was all he could do to keep himself in check, watching that arrogant display. When he looked up, Lars was staring at him with a secret smile that promised every debauchery he could think of, if only he asked.
“Fuck her,” Finn said in a gruff voice.
“Yeah?” Lars murmured happily.
“Do it.” He glared at the man, but it only made Lars’s grin widen.
“Sure you don’t wanna—” Lars began.
He cut off when Finn ducked, reached under Cora’s sex, and grabbed a hold of his dick in a fist. Then he squeezed hard enough to wipe that smile right off Lars’s face.
“Okay,” Lars said, a little breathless. “Jesus.”
He released him, and Lars let out a sigh of relief. Then he turned his eyes to Cora, and gave her a faint smile of his own. Her lips trembled around the gag biting into the corners of her mouth.
She twisted her hands against Finn, and he tightened his grip a little. Her lashes quivered but she kept her eyes on him. Bright and wide…and terrified.
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Vicious and intoxicating
Jesus Christ, Milo had almost made him come, grabbing him like that. But that’s how he was; like a volcano that would erupt without warning. Lars tugged down the band of his sweats and took out his cock. It still thrummed from the violent squeeze Milo had given him. The tip was damp. He swiped his thumb over it, spreading some of that lube over his shaft. Not that he needed it; bunny was practically dripping onto the rug.
“Keep her open,” Lars said.
Milo released the grip he’d had on his dick and yanked Cora’s leg even wider open. Then he ran his broad hand over the length of her slit as if to test how ready she was for Lars. The sound of approval he made in the back of his throat was a signal if there ever was one.
Lars dipped his hips and let his dick slide along Cora’s slit. It came all the way to her clit when he thrust forward, and she shuddered hard against him. He moved back, coating his length with her juices, and then slid forward again.
He knew he was driving both of them crazy, but that was the fucking point, right? He throbbed so hard, he was surprised he wasn’t coming already.
Milo put his hand out, cupping the underside of Lars’s cock. Forcing it harder into Cora’s slit. Lars groaned, and bit into Cora’s shoulder. She cried out, but softly, as if so transfixed by his dick that she barely registered that pain. He’d promised he’d fuck her real gentle like, but the rest of her body wasn’t subject to the same terms.
He felt like leaving bite marks all over that coffee-colored skin of hers. The difference in skin tone between their two bodies made him want to pound her even harder.
Fuck it, he couldn’t hold out anymore.
“I could fuck her in the ass,” Lars said to Milo, meeting the man’s eyes over Cora’s shoulder. “Leave her cunt to you.”
Milo shivered, and then shook his head. “No,” he said in a gravelly voice. “Like this.”
Milo wrapped his fist around Lars’s dick. The fucker squeezed him again, so hard it hurt. He winced, fought back his climax, and groaned deep in his throat as Milo guided him to Cora’s dripping slit. He rubbed Lars’s dick hard against her opening. Once, twice. And on the third pass, gently fed his cock inside her.
She was so wet and tight, he gasped like a fucking girl when he slid all the way in. So did she. And she shuddered and gripped him like a fist, milking him. He hurriedly pulled out so he wouldn’t come, but Milo’s hand was only inches away—stroking the girl’s clit, it seemed— and he simply grabbed Lars’s dick and guided him right the fuck back inside her.
It was torture.
“I’m going to come,” Lars said through his teeth, furious at Milo, furious at this insanely hot piece of ass that moaned and writhed on the end of his dick.
“Then come,” Milo snarled.
Lars looked up. The man had that dangerous gleam in his eyes again. The one he’d had when he’d rammed him up against the wall and almost knocked a fist into his jaw.
He forced a swallow, and slowly drew out of the girl. “Milo, fuck—”
Milo fumbled, found his dick, forced it back inside Cora. She cried out and sagged again.
He was losing patience. Or maybe he was just as close to coming as the both of them. Milo stepped back, knocked Cora’s leg off the coffee table, and stabbed a hand to the bed.
“Go.”
And Lars went, dragging a half-delirious Cora behind him. Because he’d seen that look before, and if he didn’t start upping his game, Milo would take it out on him.
The thought was a vicious, if intoxicating one.
* * *
The room swam as if she was about to pass out. Her breath was ragged and heavy, her head so light it floated somewhere by the ceiling. She could smell herself, and that just made all of this that much more delicious. Her feet tangled under her when Lars suddenly tugged her over the floor. But she couldn’t resist him. She could barely move. Could hardly think.
Then she was on the bed, the sheets cool and smooth under her. Fabric burned against her hips as the soaked, torn pajamas shorts were ripped from her.
Warm, strong hands lifted her shoulders. Finn. He made her sit up, and then urged her onto her knees.
Why?
Her head felt so woozy, like she was fall-down drunk. But she’d been sober when Finn had thrown Lars against the wall, what seemed like an eon ago.
Love drunk.
Sex drunk.
Fuck drunk.
Her giggle cut off as Finn grabbed her hands and yanked her down onto all fours. She looked up at him, her mouth parting around a harsh pant as she tried to get air into her lungs. At least she wasn’t gagged anymore. Although…that had been some kind of bliss, that fabric between her lips. Being trapped between these two men. Their slave. Their sex toy.
And then Finn kissed her. She made a surprised sound, but it was muffled by the insistent caress of his lips. His tongue forced its way inside her, easing another low moan from her.
Behind her, the mattress dipped slightly as Lars climbed onto the bed. She stiffened, more in anticipation that in unease, but then Finn’s hand twined into her hair and yanked her head back. She stared up at his face, her mouth open and lips still tingling furiously from their kiss.
Lars pulled her legs apart more than a foot. Her chin quivered, but she tried to maintain eye contact with Finn, hard as it was. Releasing her, Finn tore his shirt over his head and then stepped out of his sweats and boxers. Naked. Dick standing proud from his body.
And then he stepped closer, putting that glistening tip less than an inch from her mouth.
She must have breathed on him, because he shuddered and gripped his dick, stroking it. Keeping it at that same tantalizing distance. She could feel heat coming off of him—it strobed over her lips. She licked them, and Milo bucked forward as if his body had done it without him wanting to.
Behind her, Lars ran his hands over her ass, and then yanked her cheeks apart. Cool air slid between her legs. Wetness oozed from her, and she shuddered as shame heated her cheeks. She had no idea what she looked like down there, what Lars was seeing.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Lars murmured. And that made her blush even harder.
“She is, isn’t she?” Finn said. His cock touched her lips just as Lars’s dick brushed against her entrance. Both slid in a quarter inch. Milo’s cock was warmth and so smooth, slightly salty. She sucked gently at him, gaze fluttering up. He looked mesmerized, his lips parted and jaw bunching as if he was clenching his teeth.
Lars inched inside her, as did Milo. Both filling her. She squirmed, bucked her hips hard into Lars. An orgasm sped toward her at the speed of light. So close that, when Lars had filled her entirely and his fingertips touched her clit a second later, she came.
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Her orgasm forced a spluttered cry from her. It vibrated over Milo’s cock, and seconds later thick, bitter liquid filled her mouth. She gagged, both because his dick had struck the back of her throat and from the taste, but he simply tightened his hand in her hair and forced her to swallow or die from suffocation. She did, but sloppily. Some of that liquid dribbling down her chin while the last of her climax shuddered its way through her.
Lars was still fucking her. Slowly, lethargically. As if he had all day. And, to her shock, a deep ache began building almost immediately. Milo slid his cock from her mouth, using his thumb to wipe cum from her chin. And then slid that thumb back into her mouth as if it was precious and couldn’t be wasted. Her mouth watered around the taste and she shuddered violently, but she would have done anything for him then just to see that look of utter satisfaction on his face.
Lars fingered her clit, thrusting into her again and again. A second climax began building, but it felt as far away as a train at the end of a very, very long tunnel.
Until Milo took a hold of her shoulders and urged her up to her knees. He wrapped her hands around his softening dick, and began stroking it. Showing her. Guiding her.
Her orgasm built up speed. And Lars hadn’t stopped. She could hear his panting behind her, more desperate than the thrusting of his dick. Milo reached under her like he had done before.
And god damn, that had been so fucking hot. Feeling his fingertips guiding Lars’s dick inside her? That had been what had put her in this semi-comatose state.
And now he did the same—grabbing Lars, using the tip of the man’s dick to find her opening while she stroked Finn’s cock back into a massive erection.
But, this time, he didn’t slowly feed Lars inside her. He grabbed the man’s dick and slammed it into her as soon as he’d found her opening. She gasped, floundering when that fist sent a shockwave through her. Then another. He was fucking her with Lars’s cock. She jerked him off harder, trying to match his violence with her own. Glaring at him despite herself, trying to communicate just how much that impact hurt—and pleasured—her.