My heart batters at my chest. King holds me from behind while Ace continues to peruse me from the front, watching me from beneath hooded eyes, so close I smell his aftershave. The muscles in his jaw twitch and fire brightens his gaze. He moves slowly, his finger hooking under the hem of his shirt to drag it off. I’d seen him shirtless before, but this was different. This was something.
I didn’t know how to feel. How to act.
It felt wrong and right.
The anticipation made my blood hum, my heart sing and my legs shake. I was scared and aroused. It was an overload.
But I wanted it.
I wanted it so fucking bad.
The low lighting of the room casts harsh shadows over the hard muscles of his abdomen, the ridges and the dips like a ladder waiting to be climbed and that nipple piercing glints in the light.
King pinches my chin and tips my head back and to the side, taking my mouth to sweep his tongue through it while his other hand trails away from my breasts, over my stomach and to the slit in my dress. His fingers burn as they brush on my thigh, but then he steps away, and I practically whimper as his absence wraps around me like a cold embrace.
I don’t feel it for long as Ace takes me, his hands where Kingston’s just was, tipping my face up and bringing his mouth down. It’s a shock, a different feeling to the one King gives, it’s rougher but no less thorough. Explorative. I taste the bourbon on his tongue, a slight smoky flavor, and then his fingers bury into my hair, and he kisses me harder, throwing out all thought except this. He kisses me like he’s wanted to do it for months.
He pulls away abruptly and breathes into my mouth, “I won’t lie,” he licks my bottom lip, “I’ve thought about this.”
Kingston growls. Likely the only warning he’ll give. Ace laughs as his hands move down, over the curve of my neck and then further around the back, fingers easily finding the zipper holding my dress up.
He raises a brow in question, and I nod.
The sound of the zip opening is obscenely loud and then the noise is replaced by the swish of material as it slides from my body and pools at my feet. I stand in just a pair of panties and my heels and while the room is warm my nipples still peak as the air whispers against my skin.
Ace whistles through his teeth with his rough exhale as his eyes sweep down my flesh and then back up to meet mine. His hand comes up, a single finger to trace the curve of the underside of my breast, up and round, following the contour until he gently rubs it across my nipple.
I gasp, arousal flooding me, my thighs pressing heavily together.
His eyes burn.
Gently, Ace guides me towards the huge bed in the center of the room, holding my stare, fingers still touching, exploring and behind me, I hear Kingston move, the squeak of a chair I hadn’t noticed when I first got here. My knees hit the mattress and my eyes land on Kingston who slouches in that chair, shirt unbuttoned along with his trousers, he watches me, devours me, his eyes dark.
He liked to watch.
The thought of him watching now only serves to heat me further.
“Don’t look at him,” Ace hooks his fingers under the straps of my underwear, tugging, “Look at me.”
I lift my hips to allow him to slide my panties off and then both sets of eyes sear me to the soul as they hungrily take in everything I’m showing.
It makes me feel alive. Powerful.
My spine arches as Ace clamps his mouth around a nipple, teeth scraping the sensitive flesh and a whimper escapes my lips, the pleasure blinding.
Vaguely I’m aware of a pained sort of noise coming from Kingston’s direction, but I can’t think clearly with the way Ace’s tongue and teeth tease and bite at my breasts, my pussy clenching as the arousal floods through me. Needing more.
His hand slips over my stomach and then dips between my legs, sweeping though the wetness before he circles my clit slowly.
“Oh!” I cry out, earning a grin from Ace against my flesh.
King’s breathing is heavy, frantic. I manage to crack my eyes open, looking over to him. His cock is out, in his fist, pumping with his mouth parted slightly. The erotic view only making me more needy, the wanton, shameless desire to be filled turning me absolutely feral. He meets my eyes, and a wicked smile curls his lips.
“Ace,” he rasps, “put her out of her damn misery.”
Ace chuckles as his hand moves a little faster, applying pressure to my clit, and he doesn’t stop as he unbuttons his jeans and tugs them down one handed. “Open your legs wider for me, little one,” he commands.
I do, and he immediately steps between them, his cock hard and right there, nudging at me while his fingers continue to work me over. My hips grind and my head tips back at the same time he thrusts forward, filling me in one, quick move.
I cry out, unable to stop myself. It was different and new and hot, and I couldn’t think.
He pumps his hips, pulling out and then back in with hard thrusts that serve only to burst stars behind my eyes. His hand grips my chin to hold me steady as he kisses me roughly, tongue punching into my mouth at the same speed as his dick. Over and over.
“Fuck,” he rasps against my lips, ripping himself away to grip my hips and fuck me harder.
My fingers curl into the sheets as my head tips towards Kingston whose hand is gripping his cock so tightly, I wonder how it doesn’t hurt. He pins me with his stare, no anger or jealousy at what his friend is doing, just pure lust.
It sends me higher, has me lifting my legs which Ace uses to his advantage to shift and hit a different, deeper spot.
Thinking is gone. The only thing right now is the pleasure. The intensity.
“Fuck,” King growls, eyes watching his friend screw me.
“Your cunt is fucking perfect,” Ace praises before dropping down to claim my mouth in a quick heated kiss and then flips us until he’s on his back, and I’m straddling his hips. I continue to move, unable to stop chasing that peak, my hips grinding so my clit rubs up against his pelvic bone.
He palms my breasts and then there’s a body behind mine, a naked chest on my spine and a hand banded around my throat.
“You’re stunning when you chase your pleasure, love,” Kingston whispers in my ear, tongue tracing the shell. My head falls back onto his shoulder and my hips continue that torturous, euphoric grind.
“I’m going to fuck your perfect arse,” he tells me, “I’ll be the only man who takes you there. Do you want that?”
The thought is terrifying, but I need him. “Yes!”
He moves away but only for a second, and then he’s back though I don’t stop my hips, Ace’s grunts and hard exhales filling the room. Kingston swipes a hand through the crack, smearing lube against that virgin flesh and then gently, so gently he teases with a finger, going slow into the virgin flesh of my backside. Working me up until I can take two of his fingers which he still moves too slowly. My hips have paused, Ace’s cock jerking, fingers digging into my thighs, but he makes no move to rush. He kneads my flesh as King works me up enough to take him there.
“Deep breath,” King whispers before the head of his cock is nudging at the hole. He stretches me, the stinging bite of that plus Ace still buried deep inside has me whimpering, body tensing.
“You can take it,” King urges, pushing in a little, “All of it, from both of us.”
My fingers curl and bite into Ace’s skin, leaving angry red welts.
He takes it slow, filling in an inch at a time, giving me time to adjust. He moves his hips, the sensation different but not unpleasant, painful but in a delicious sort of way. Ace barely moves, only his chest rises and falls with his heavy pants, clearly tugging on his restraint. When King is fully inside, his hips pulsing enough to send pleasure through me, my pussy clenches around Ace’s cock.
“Fuck!” He grunts, squeezing his eyes closed, fingers bruising. “Hands on my chest,” Ace tells me, letting my thighs go to loop his fingers around my wrists to drag me forward. When my hands are flat against his pecs, he puts his own over them and grins, “time to play.”
In this position, I’m bent enough that Kingston is able to move more freely. His hips pump steadily at first and then quickens. It’s painful, shocking but not so much I want him to stop.
“Relax, love,” King coaxes, “just feel me.”