Page 107 of Pervade London
My breathing quickened at the thought my fantasy was becoming real.
“Do you deserve it?” he teased.
“I want to.” I was dizzy with lust.
“Say you are ours,” cooed James. “Admit you belong to us.”
I nodded furiously. “Yes.”
James gave me a satisfied smile. He reached out to ease apart my folds, his fingertips trailing along my skin. Dipping his head, he drew in Xavier’s sack and began suckling him.
“Jesus,” Xavier’s voice sounded raspy.
Blinking down at James, his head between my thighs, his hair tickling my skin, I exalted at his desire to savor us both. His five o’clock shadow gave him an edgy beauty, making him even more mesmerizing. It made me wonder how Xavier could bear to be so close to him and not have this level of intimacy.
I had never loved Xavier more. He was giving me to the man he loved…and him to me.
My head lulled to the side and I went with these sensations, unaware of time as it passed.James trailed the tip of his tongue along where Xavier’s cock disappeared inside me, circling and then flicking my clit, teasing and titillating.
My moans sounded primal, responding to a desire so pure, a need to be captured like this by these two men.
“Both of you,” I whispered.
James ignored me, his intense strumming morphing into licks and kisses, a devouring that caused my legs to tremble violently as he worshiped every crevice, explored each fold, and focused on my pulsing clit, jolting bliss into my core.
My heart soared, beholden to him with each inhalation. He’d stolen my ability to breathe, to reason, to resist, and all I wanted was for time to hold its breath and keep us here.
“You have the most beautiful cunt.” James pressed his lips against my sex in a long kiss. “You taste like a goddess.”
“Make her ready,” demanded Xavier.
In a daze, I watched James rise up and grab the bottle of lube. He returned with it and explored my puckered ass, poking a fingertip inside to test it.
Xavier lay back and pulled me with him. I lay along him with my thighs spread wide by his strong hands gripping my knees apart.
James gave a nod of acknowledgment and used the clear liquid to prepare that puckering; the slickness a strange sensation at first as he tried two fingers lathered in lube. His probing felt wrong, and yet so right.
“I’m going to help you, Em.” He pushed two fingers further into that tenderness. “Relax. That way we can give you what you want.”
“Both of you?” I said breathlessly.
“That’s right. We’ll both be deep inside you.” James gave a nod to let Xavier know I was ready.
Xavier’s hold on me tightened and I knew what came next.
He withdrew his cock from my vagina and then pressed the tip of it against my taut ass. James gripped Xavier’s shaft and guided his friend’s cock. I bucked at the pressure as he entered me.
“Deep breath, Em,” James said.
With a nod, I told them I was ready for more of Xavier’s penetration. He remained behind me, with my back to his front.
The dreadful burn, the cruel stretching, finally transmuting into an intense arousal and I relaxed a little when James strummed my clit to ease the discomfort.
Xavier tipped his hips to thrust deeper. My panting filling the room, my sex spasmed though empty, my anus stretched wide to accommodate Xavier’s width.
James rose over us with his right hand directing his cock toward my pussy. This was really happening—both men were taking me at the same time.
Drawing in a sharp breath, I told myself I wanted this, had needed it since I’d first met James at The Savoy. That same night I’d felt the searing heat rising off both men, their close proximity to each other too terrible to bear and impossible to refuse.
