My hands on his chest, I itch to trail them down his stomach. I want to stroke his cock, want to drop to my knees and please him like I did Richard. But instead I stay still, refusing to break our monogamy.
“Spit it out,” Jace says, reminding me he doesn’t kiss.
I open my mouth and let it dribble all down my chin. He ducks his head, and his tongue strokes my skin. My fingers dig into his chest. I lean my head back on a moan, giving him more access. Some of the cum hits my chest. As his head dips lower, Richard rises off the sofa and presses up against my back.
Sandwiched between their two strong, hard bodies, I cry out on a whimper. Richard’s cock presses into me. Jace keeps his hips away.
“There’s a drop on her breast,” he says harshly. “Can I clean it?”
There’s a moment of hesitation.
“Colour?” I ask as I turn to face my king.
He pecks me on the lips. “Yellow,” he murmurs, then louder, with more authority: “Yes,” he tells his friend.
I jerk backwards on a cry as Jace’s tongue runs up my breast. I thread my fingers through his hair as I lean my head back on my king’s chest. “Please,” I beg as I stare up at him. “I’ll be good. Please just let me come.”
“Please just let me come,my king.”
My eyes widen as just that growl nearly tips me over the edge. I never thought a simple sentence could make me orgasm, but I’ve been on edge way too long. I squeeze my thighs tight as I tremble between the two men. Breathing heavily, I fight off my release as Jace licks his way up my neck to collect the last of Richard’s cum.
“Please… just let me…” I moan. “Come, my king.”
“Do you want Jace’s mouth back on your tits when you do?” he asks, and I shudder so badly, he has to hold me up. Straining my head around, I kiss him hard. His tongue strokes inside me. Jace is no longer touching me, but his body is so close.
“Please.”
“Will you accept a different punishment in exchange for ending this one early?”
I start to nod, then hesitate. “What punishment?”
He smiles. “Seven orgasms.”
My mouth dries. One is going to kill me. How the fuck am I going to stand seven?
“And if you pass out, I want permission to wake you in any way we’ve done before.”
I swallow, my pussy dripping wet.
“Think about it.” He starts to step back, but I grab his hips and anchor him to me.
“Yes!” I nearly shout. “I need this belt off. I need you inside me. I need to come before I die.Please.”
“Keep your mouth above her waist, Jace,” he says roughly as he unties the belt. I melt against his chest, then nearly fall over as he steps back and pulls me with him. The belt slips down my legs to the ground. Jace stays where he is, his eyes dark with arousal.
With one hand on my back, Richard forces me to bend over. My tits hang down, my nipples hard and erect. As he rubs his cock between my pussy lips, I clench my teeth as my legs tremble.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he rasps. “That’s my good little slut.”
“Please,” I beg. “Enough with the fucking foreplay.”
Laughing, he slams into me.
I cry out, my body flushing hot. Jace’s lips latch onto my breast, his tongue flicking across my bud, and I’m not able to even last a full pump. A hand slaps my ass, then feathers over my hip to rub my clit.
I buck between the two of them, holding Jace to me with my hand in his hair, my other reaching back to grab my king’s. Our fingers grip each other almost as hard as he pounds into me. My legs are spasming. My entire being is shaking. I’m coming so hard, I can’t hold myself up. The floor is soaked. Our hips are slapping, slurping wet.
Sagging against Jace’s mouth, I pant heavily, twitching and crying as the tremors leave me exhausted. His hands on my hips, he helps hold me up as he licks his way over to my other breast. All too soon, I’m coming again. It’s too much. Too intense.
