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“Blue is your word.” Hendrick doesn’t touch me. He waits. But when I don’t utter my safety word, his rough velvet sandpaper voice sends a shiver of need through my blood. “Thought so.”
“Do it,” says Jac. “Use the honey. I want to see.”
Hendrick does, dripping some right on my cunt, and I cry out. It makes me come immediately. The tingling, burning pain is real, and it does something magic to me that turns the hurt good.
I whisper, “More.”
He does, and I whimper.
Something clicks. A phone camera. “Perfect fucking photo, right there.” Jac pauses, and then he says, all smooth, buttered caramel, “Did you come, MG?”
“Fuck you, Jac,” I bite out.
“I would, but I think Mr. Overdressed is about to do that.”
Hendrick doesn’t lick off the honey. He leaves it, and pushes into me. He takes me in long, slow, deep strokes, and I start to come undone. It’s insane, the wildly undulating spasms that rock me.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” Hendrick hisses. “You’re going to owe me, Jac. Get in here.”
Wild panic swirls up. I’m not ready for them to both force their cocks into one orifice.
To my surprise, he pulls out and I’m still spasming as the panic fades.
Jac’s there, rock hard again, the piercing rubbing against me, and he plunges in for a few minutes of deep, brutal fucking. It starts to turn into full body orgasm that throws me outer space.
He pulls out, and Hendrick is back, and this time, he’s as brutal as Jac. He comes, violent, body jerking, and his come sprays my stomach and chest. When he’s done, he bends to my pussy and cleans me of the rest of the honey.
My orgasm finally ends, and I can’t even move to curl up. I can’t do anything.
Strong arms gather me, and someone takes off my shoes.
My eyes are shut as I’m picked up and held close to Hendrick, and he walks through to the bathroom. Jac turns on the water in the large standing tub, and the warm water engulfs and soothes as I’m lowered in.
Jac’s there, bathing me.
Jac. I want to cry. He’s so tender and sweet that my heart swells with love for him.
He’s an easy man to lust for. An easy man to crush on and adore from afar. But love? He’s hard to love. It’s hard to get past the barriers and to the shining, complex man he actually is.
I love the bombastic, violent, sexual beast of Jac, the Jac with the voracious appetites with little emotion other than lust and satiation and orgasms. But this one…? The hidden Jac? The one who has killed for me, who is possessive and almost too much in a multitude of ways? The one with a tender touch, who loves passionately, with everything he is? He’s the one I treasure the most.
“Here.” Hendrick is back. He gives me something to drink. Water. Cool and soothing.
I love him, too. He’s a seemingly more straight forward man to love. His mind, his clever ways, the depravity and dependability. The rough and the sweet. It’s all there.
The two of them are so alike, they hate each other, yet different enough they appeal and complete me.
I’m just thinking now in circles. I’m losing myself in their touches, their sweetness that no one else gets to see but me. When they help me out, they dry me and take me to the bed. All I want is for them both to sleep with me. Just for a few minutes. Recharge.
I’m about to ask when the burner rings.
I sit up, suddenly awake and on high alert. Hendrick soothes me as he shows me the phone.
The ring, bitch. Then we’ll send the final item.
“Complete assholes,” I say.
Then Jac’s phone rings, along with Hendrick’s.
