Page 26 of Perfect Chaos

“I know it.” I sigh as he runs his hand across my ass, groping and squeezing.

“Say it out loud.” His words sound heavy, like what he is doing to me affects him the same way it does me.

“Why the hell does it matter if I say it out loud or not?” My annoyance slips through my tone. Something solid and warm smacks me on the forehead and I am immediately pissed. “Did you just fucking-?”

“Slap my dick on your forehead? Yes, I did. Now stop being a brat.”

My entire body freezes. I forget how to breathe altogether. That was not Atlas. No, that voice was half an octave lower and belongs to Gavin. I feel Atlas’ hands on me. He runs his fingers along my spine as Gavin brushes the piece of hair that fell into my face out of the way. Atlas is telling me I am safe without saying a word. Both of them are trying to let me know that this stops the second I want it to.

“Now answer your Sir for me, Little Demon.”

“Spoon.”

“What was that, brat? I don't think I heard you.” The warmth in his voice makes me squirm a bit. Desperation is taking over completely at this point. I don't know where this is going, but I need to know. I need more. I think I need them. Both of them.

“Spoon!” The words leave my mouth as a plea and the boys answer it. Atlas grips my hips, sinking inside me inch by inch. When my lips part on a moan, Gavin takes the opportunity to gag me on his dick at the same time.

“You can’t exactly say your safe word with your mouth full. If at any point it becomes too much, open and close your fist three times. Can you do that?” Atlas’ voice is tender.

I do my best to nod my head with Gavin still in my mouth. Happy with my response, they take turns thrusting in and out. Every snap of Atlas’ hips pushes Gavin further into my mouth. The stretch of my lips gives me a guess as to how big he is, even though I can't see him. Being blindfolded makes this almost overwhelming. The scent of eucalyptus and mint invades my senses. Is that what Gavin smells like? I've smelled it before but never this strongly. I've caught whiffs of it in passing, but never concluded that the scent was him this entire time. It was his scent mixing with Atlas’ tonight at Elixirs, and even now the mixture is intoxicating. It smells like safety and excitement all warped together.

My head is spinning with the amount of euphoria I am feeling right now. I can't keep up with what is going on. I can only sit here and feel it. Atlas picks up his pace, thrusting faster and faster, bringing me closer to the edge. Gavin is basically fucking my mouth at this point. Both of their hands are everywhere.

“Such a good job, Chaos. She is taking her punishment so well. Isn’t she, Gavin?” Atlas places kisses on my shoulder.

“She is doing such a good job. You’re taking this so well, Little Tornado.” Gavin’s thumb caresses my lips where they stretch around him.

The praise and pleasure are a heady concoction, bringing me even closer to my release. I have saliva dripping down my chin. I can’t move. I'm blindfolded and handcuffed, and the only thing on my mind is that I'm doing a good job taking them while both of them punish me for being a brat. If they think this will stop me from being a brat, they are so wrong.

I moan around Gavin’s length. It seems to be enough to finally make him lose control. He grips my throat. Not hard enough to cut off my air, but he uses his grip on my neck to hold me in place while his thrust grow deeper and harder.

Atlas reaches around me, rolling my clit between his fingers, giving me exactly what I need to climax. Gavin’s pace falters as warm, salty liquid coats my tongue. I swallow every drop he feeds me; Atlas follows soon after. Gavin pulls out of my mouth with a pop, wiping my face clean before I no longer feel his touch.

Atlas removes the blindfold. Gavin’s retreating back is the first thing my eyes land on. The ache in my chest stings a bit. The feeling of not being good enough is sinking in. Did I do something wrong? Did he not enjoy it? No. He doesn’t get to just walk away this time. As soon as Atlas unlatches a cuff from my left wrist, I am on my feet chasing after Gavin.

Gavin

I originally went into the living room to make sure Maizyn was okay. The night took a sour turn. It didn’t feel right going to bed without at least checking in on her. Imagine my surprise when I walk in to find her bent over our couch, blindfolded and handcuffed. She is obviously doing just fine. I should walk back to my room and pretend like I didn’t see anything. My feet move but not in the direction I told them to go. I blink and the next thing I know, I’m standing right in front of her. I watch as Atlas flips her skirt up, using her own knife to cut her panties from her body. My dick is already straining against my zipper. It takes all the strength I possess to keep my hands off her. I adjust myself, trying to alleviate the discomfort. How would she feel if she knew I was watching her right now?

Atlas must notice my dilemma. The cocky asshole notices everything, so I am not surprised. We make eye contact. The look on his face says it all. He is testing me. Between the smug smile and mischief in his eyes, it’s clear he is baiting me to see what I do next.

I know I need to walk away. I just can’t. I am too far gone at this point. I pull myself from my pants, stroking my hard length slowly as I wait for Atlas to make his next move. It’s his game; I am just playing along. He asks her for her safe word. I know it’s for my benefit. The moment her bratty remark leaves her pouty lips, I snap. My dominant side takes control. I merely go along for the ride. I slap my dick on her forehead. Her reaction is everything I hoped it would be. I give myself away by talking, hoping that my being here isn’t going to upset her. I know I shouldn’t, but I want to be here; I want her. Even if every moment I get with her is fleeting. All she has to do is say the safe word and it all stops.

She gasps at the sound of my voice. It's what I needed to cross the line I was already tiptoeing on. Atlas elicits a beautiful moan from her pouty mouth. I use that as my invitation to push inside her mouth. I thrust in as far as I can go, hitting the back of her throat, causing her to gag around me. Atlas groans from his position behind her. She must have tightened around him from the action. Fuck, her warm mouth feels amazing wrapped around my length. I know I will probably regret this later, but right now nothing else matters but her. My hands fist the couch, trying to not take this further than I already have.

Atlas praises her, telling her that she is doing a good job of taking her punishment. The way her body reacts to the praise is a work of art. I limit my touch, only rubbing where her lips are wrapped around me.

Every time Atlas snaps his hips forward, she swallows me a bit deeper. Spit is now dribbling down her chin; it's perfection. Seeing her messy from my touch. She moans around me; the last bit of control I had dissolves completely. My fingers wrap around her neck, not gripping hard enough to cut off her airflow but hard enough that the pressure should feel good. I use my grip on her throat to keep her in place as I fuck her mouth a little rougher. I nearly blow my load when she swallows again, my fingers feeling where I was in her throat. Not a chance in hell am I coming before she does. I look to Atlas, then to where they are connected; seeing how well she takes him does not make this any easier for me. Atlas seems to pick up on my inner turmoil. He reaches under her to play with her clit, shortly bringing her over the edge. As soon as she finishes, I stop holding back. Thrusting in and out until I fill her mouth with cum.

As soon as she swallows my cum, reality rushes back in. Atlas and I have never shared a woman before, which makes what just happened a thousand times worse. She isn't some random hookup. For either of us. He loves her and I just fucked her pretty little mouth like I have every right to.

I panic and do what I do best. I turn my back and walk away. I only make it halfway to my room when I hear her stomping down the hallway after me.

“We need to talk, Gavin.” Her voice laced with a mix of anger and hurt. Shit, I didn’t even hear her come after me.

“I am not having this conversation right now.”

“Too fucking bad.”