Page 1 of Kneeling for Them
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Ella
I wake between two hot men.This is a warm version of heaven, where the clouds are made of perfect pectorals and clever cocks, and everything smells like an arousing mix of masculine scents.Sandalwood, from Kingston.Peppermint, from Sebastian.I never would have put those two scents together as complementary, but it turns out each one brings out the best in the other.
And where do I fit into this scent puzzle?No idea.I just hope I don’t smell like cleaning chemicals.
Kingston is on his back, his face turned toward me.When he sees my eyes are open, he rolls to his side with a soft smile.I reach out and run my palm over his whiskered cheek.He’s the kind of guy who needs to shave twice a day if he wants to go out in the evenings clean-shaven.But I love the whiskered look.
His eyes darken as I move my hand over his face, down his neck where I pause to touch his pulse point.I continue my exploration over his hairy chest, to his abs, and then—
He captures my hand in his and whispers, “Are you after something, little girl?”
Pursing my lips, I nod.I start to turn around to see if Sebastian is up, but Kingston holds my hand so I can’t move.This guy seems to have a thing for restraining me.
I start to ask, “Is Sebastian—”
“Still sleeping,” Kingston says.“He can wake up, or not.I’m going to take you now.Are you sore from last night?”
“Not too much.”I can feel myself getting wet.The memory of last night is sharp in my mind and all I can think of is the pleasure these two men showed me.Pleasure beyond my wildest imaginings.
He reaches down with his free hand and touches my pussy, watching my face as he does it.
“You’re so responsive,” he says, his voice a rumbling whisper.His low voice makes me wonder if he wants Sebastian to sleep through this, or what.Do they ever fuck women alone, or always together?
“Focus on me, baby,” Kingston whispers, bringing my hand to his face again.So I do ask he asks, touching his whiskers, running my fingertips over his soft, firm lips.
Kingston reaches for the nightstand and grabs a condom, which he quickly unwraps and brings below the sheet to put on.Using his legs, he nudges me onto my back and settles his weight over me, forcing my legs apart.I hook one ankle around the back of his leg and try to thrust my pelvis forward, searching for him.
“Shh, slow and steady,” he whispers.“Don’t wake up Bash or you’ll be sorry.”
I can feel my eyes widen.“Okay, Daddy.”
“Fuck,” he grumbles.“You’re such a good girl, but I’m doing bad things to you.”
He surges forward, his cock pressing into me.I gasp and he covers my mouth with one of his hands.“Hush, baby girl.I got you.”
His chest rubs against my sensitive nipples.His hand smells like a mix of sandalwood and my arousal from where he’d been touching me.I breathe through my nose—great, panting breaths because every stroke of his cock causes his pelvis to hit my clit in the best way, and inside of me, he’s touchingeverywhereand I can’t handle so much searing pleasure.
He locks his gaze on mine.“Watch me when you come, little one.Remember who your daddy is.”
His words and his rough voice are just as tantalizing as his cock.My body ripples, shudders, and arches as an orgasm explodes from my pussy outward.My cry is muffled through Kingston’s hand.He swears and starts fucking me faster, rougher, letting go of my mouth so he can hold onto one of my hips and brace himself on the mattress at the same time.
Movement to our side catches my attention and I glance over to see Sebastian leaning up on an elbow, watching us.His other hand his hidden in the blankets as he strokes himself.
“Look—at—me,” Kingston says, and I snap my gaze back to him.
He groans as he comes and presses his forehead to mine.
As he pulls away, Sebastian is leaning over, kissing my lips, dragging his mouth down over my jaw to my neck, where he sucks against my skin.I moan—I want more.I want him to leave a mark on me.But he pulls back and holds out a hand.Kingston slaps a new condom against his palm, and Sebastian unwraps it before sliding it over his cock.
“You woke me up, princess,” he says.
“I didn’t mean to,” I say.“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.”He takes Kingston’s place on top of me and starts fucking me in earnest, his legs slamming against mine with every stroke.He looks at me while he fucks me and there’s something in his gaze—a need beyond what I’ve seen in him before.
“What is it?”I ask.
