Page 92 of Unstitch

Then Dex is bending and claiming my breasts for himself, his fingers brushing Max’s as he takes over, his mouth latching on hard, and the otherworldly echo of his pulls somewhere deep in my core has me moaning a little, until Max slips a couple of fingers in my mouth.

‘Suck,’ he orders, and I do, using my tongue to show him exactly what I’d do to his dick if I had the chance. It seems he gets my message, hardening further beneath me. I shift on him, seeking friction, my nerves from a few minutes ago forgotten, because the two of them already have me hot and bothered.

‘Jesus fuck,’ he groans, sliding his fingers in and out of my mouth. ‘I can’t wait to get inside that hot little arse.’

At that, Dex releases my breast. ‘Help me get her dress off,’ he tells Max. Between them, they hoist my bum up and manoeuvre my dress down my legs until it’s a pool of fabric on the floor. I’m naked in Max’s lap aside from my oversized gold hoop earrings, and that has the power dynamic shifting further.

I can tell Dex senses it too, because he gives my body a once-over that’s filthy and proprietary and ominous in equal measure. I’m splayed back against Max now, my head on his shoulder, my legs dangling.

‘Open her up for me,’ he tells Max, and I inwardly rejoice. I love that Dex is such a natural switch; I love that he’s Max’s new little fuck toy but can join forces with him to overpower me.

‘You heard the man,’ Max says smoothly. ‘Give him access to that pretty little cunt, sweetheart, or there’ll be trouble. He needs to warm you up.’ His dick is now fully erect and sticking into the small of my back. I widen my legs, and he reaches around, wrapping a hand around one knee and using it to hook my leg over his thigh so my foot is on the outside of his leg.

When he’s done the same with the other and I feel stretched open, he collapses back into his semi-reclining position on the sofa, pulling me down with him.

‘Relax,’ he croons against my ear, tenderly brushing my hair away from my temple before bringing his hands to my breasts and fondling them. I’m locked into place, his legs as effective as gynaecological stirrups at holding me open, and fuck if it isn’t incredibly arousing to have Max playing with me while I’m spread for Dex.

‘God, that’s more like it,’ Dex says. He comes to kneel before me again, his knuckles brushing up the insides of my thighs, tantalisingly close to where I’m exposed and pulsing for him. ‘Are you comfortable like this, angel?’

‘Yes,’ I say, and it sounds breathy, spaced out, because I swear the anticipation has me in a chemical haze already and Max’s skilful fingers on my nipples are winding me higher.

‘Good,’ he says. His eyes look darker in this light, like he’s some kind of fallen angel, always beautiful and newly depraved. ‘Because you look like a goddess, all laid out for me like this. And I want to make you feel so amazing you’ll never, ever forget it.’

With that oath, he bends his beautiful face to my pussy and I let my eyes drift closed.

63

DEX

Max is hard and lean and uncompromising. He’s fucking relentless, and while this evening has confirmed for me just how much I love being on the receiving end of that relentlessness, I’m craving an antidote.

And that antidote is Darcy, with her soft curves and her easy smile and the sensual sway of her hips. She’s a pre-Raphaelite painting come to life in the most contemporary, irreverent way, and my need to worship her is just as visceral as the need I feel to impose my authority on her.

I feel no vulnerability with Darcy. I don’t feel flayed open by her the way I do when Max puts his eyes on me. Two people, both blue-eyed, both so vastly, vastly different. And they’re both on the sofa in front of me, Darcy reclining in the cradle of Max’s body, winched right open for me.

My performance, therefore, is as much for him as for her. Her eyes are closed; his are steadfastly on me. I want him to see my mouth on her pussy and wish it was on his dick. I want him to feel the aftershocks of her pleasure vibrate through his body as though they were his own.

I want this extraordinary, radical thing we’re doing to bloom into something that’s so much more than the sum of its parts.

Her body, though.

Satin skin, silken flesh. The way he has her trussed up, those long fingers that brought me such pleasure earlier toying so imperiously with her breasts. My tongue cuts through her core in a single exploratory sweep, and she arches into my touch with the breathiest, most blissed-out little moan.

‘Look at your mouth on her,’ Max says, his voice gravelly. ‘Fuck, look at your perfect tongue on her pussy. Hold her open, why don’t you, so she can feel every single lick you give her?’

A week ago, the sound of his entitled narration would have filled me with an emotion I’d probably have called irritation. I would have told myself it was bothersome, all the while allowing his voice to fuel that rush it gave me.

But now, I can’t get enough. There’s no conflict. Now, his filthy voiceover spurs me on, makes me more determined to reap unthinkable pleasure from Darcy’s spectacular body. It’s a golden thread, weaving itself into this rich, complex tapestry the three of us are creating together.

So I grunt my approval against her flesh, and I inhale the addictive essence of her, and I do as he says. I use my fingers to part her delicate lips, to pin them back like butterfly wings so I can sample her. Tease her. Drive her to distraction.

And it works. The sounds she’s making are unabashed and wonderful. She writhes in Max’s arms as he massages her breasts and tugs at her nipples and as I go to work on her.

I tongue-fuck her a couple of times, because the sensation of her wet heat gripping my tongue is out of this fucking world, and I lick along her delicate layers, and I roll her swelling clit around like it’s a national sport, and all the time I’m growing impossibly harder, and Max’s voice is growing more honeyed, more intoxicating, winding its tendrils around my consciousness.

Just like that, yes.

See what a slut she is? She fucking loves having one of us at each end like this.

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