“Is that what you want, little whore?” Alexander rasped in my ear. He pulled me into his arms, my back to his chest and his hands down the front of my dress. He cupped my breasts and absentmindedly played with them as Rome ran his hand through his thick hair.
Rome stopped and looked at Alexander. He took a breath and raked his eyes up and down my body. His chiseled face was intense and single-minded, and at that moment, I knew he’d made his decision to fall into it. The consequences be damned. He belonged to me now. Alexander’s approval was no longer paramount. Mine was.
“I want him to taste me,” I whispered into the silent room. In the distance, the muffled sound of a beat started up. Somebody had brought music, and the cheers of party-goers lifted up then disappeared under the throb of the bass. “I want him to kiss me.”
“You don’t want my touches or my kisses, but you want his?” Alexander growled in my ear and squeezed my breasts almost painfully. He rolled my nipple around in his fingers and sent shards of bright pain stabbing through the haze of lust. “That’s how we’re gonna play this? That’s how you’re gonna treat me?”
His frustration was so fucking sexy. There was something deeply broken inside of me if I got off on Alexander’s helplessness, but I wasn’t there to explore myself psychologically. I was there to explore my sexuality and find out what felt good.
“Yeah,” I said and leaned back against him. I lifted my dress up around my hips and spread my legs. “That’s exactly what’s going to happen. Rome is going to get on his knees and worship me while you watch because there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“He’s going to worship your hot little cunt,” Alexander said in a thick, low tone right in my ear. He pinched my nipples cruelly, and the pain was bliss. “Get on your knees and taste my girl, Roman. She’s all yours.”
Rome looked at me and only me. He knew who was in charge now, and he approved.
He sunk to his knees before me and put his hands on my thighs. He traced his finger along the scar I had on the left one from the accident they’d told me. He slid it up under the thin fabric of my panties and pushed them aside. When they didn’t offer him enough space to bury his face in my pussy, he tugged at them and tore the silk and lace away like cotton candy in the rain.
“You smell so fucking good,” he said and kept his nose at the apex of my folds, the mound where I had a thin strip of hair left unwaxed. “I love your cunt, Willow. I love it so fucking much.”
I groaned, and Alexander twisted my nipple as he pressed his own immense hard shaft against me.
I briefly wondered how many women they’d been with and how many men I’d had in my bed. I wasn’t sure, but through the fog of my mind, I remembered one more than Rome and Luke, but that was all blended together with the encounters that had never happened anyway.
They couldn’t have. How could I have had sex with Rome when this was the first time he was tasting me? How could I have had sex with Luke when he didn’t make a move to go there during our time together?
And how could I have had sex with Alexander when he still acted like I was some sort of vestal virgin, his pure and innocent fiancée with the body of a twenty-one-year-old whore?
None of it made sense, and the more I thought about it, the more my head hurt. A full-on pressure headache threatened to roll into my skull if I didn’t stop the line of thought, so I simply let it all go and sunk into the sensations of the moment.
Rome looked up once more. I felt Alexander nod his head and pin me tighter with one hand on my breast and another on my throat. He had hooked it under my arm and was lifting me just off the ground on one side, spreading my thighs even wider.
Rome wasted no time. He pushed my legs apart and kissed my mound, then moved in to tongue my slit. I gasped and dropped my head back as he drew it across my swollen, waiting clit.
“That’s right, you like that, little Upper whore,” Alexander said in my ear. His hand squeezed my neck tighter, and his fingers rolled my nipple until I groaned in pain and pleasure.
“I do,” I whispered and put my hands on Rome’s head. I guided him deeper, pushing his face against my pussy, desperate for more.
He responded by hungrily devouring me with his mouth and tongue. He used his thumbs to spread my lips wide and attacked my sensitive flesh with relentless long strokes of pure bliss.
It was all over quickly enough, Rome’s expert mouth sent me crashing into a boiling ocean of pure orgasmic ecstasy, and Alexander’s hands on my body spun me around like a whirlpool in the middle of it.
When I came, I fought to keep my legs open because I wanted to ride Rome’s face and grind myself on his nose until I couldn’t keep myself upright. Until I turned into a jiggling pile of mush.
But I didn’t because I couldn’t. I was being worshipped like a queen and given the kind of respect I demanded from these two. I couldn’t let myself become human by losing control.
“Good girl,” Alexander rasped into my ear as I shuddered my released. “Good little girl.”
Rome licked one last long time across my pussy, and he kissed me down there. He kissed me again along my smooth abdomen, up my ribs, and under the breast that Alexander was holding. He moved to the other, kissed higher, and rose up to cover my mouth with his.
I could taste myself on his lips, and Alexander loosened my neck as he came around to join the two of us. They took turns kissing me, and I lost track of whose lips were on my mouth and whose were on my neck. They both tasted so much like my pussy. They were both so covered in my juices.
The three of us got closer, and soon all three tongues were entwined as two strong hands cupped my breasts,
We kissed until time lost all meaning, and I fell into them instead of the dark.
CHAPTER18
The party wasin full swing by the time we left the back room and joined the rest of the group.