Page 2 of Kneeling for Them
“Nothing,” he bites out.“I want you to come for me, Ella.”
I will—I can feel a new orgasm growing.Kingston sits off to the side, his blue-gray eyes glittering in the dim morning light.He doesn’t look away while his friend fucks me.
Every stroke is punishing.Desperate.That’s what I’m seeing anew in Sebastian—desperation.It wasn’t there last night.What changed?
I reach up and touch his face like I’d done to Kingston.His beard is softer than it looks.Sebastian leans his face into my palm and slows his strokes.Then he pulls out, leans back, and says, “Flip over, baby girl.”
I do as he asks, already missing his touch.Did he pull away because he didn’t like my eyes on him?Did I see too much?
He arranges me so my ass is in the air and my hands and head are flat against the mattress.I turn my face to the side so I can watch Kingston watch us.
Sebastian fucks me hard again, his pace punishing.“You feel so fucking good,” he says, and gives my ass a spank while he fucks me.He traces a finger from the top of my crack downward.I shiver and instinctively pull away, but he grabs my hip.
“Hold her in place for me?”he says to Kingston.
“With pleasure.”Kingston scoots forward and grabs my hips, his grip firm.“There’s lube,” he says.
“Thanks.”Sebastian must open the bottle, because a second later I can feel the cool slipperiness trailing between my cheeks.
“Are you going to fuck me there?”I ask, fearful and hopeful at the same time.
“Just with my thumb, little one,” Sebastian says.To Kingston he adds, “I can’t wait until she’s ready for more.”
“We’ll get her there.We don’t want to hurt her.”
“I might want you to hurt me,” I say.
They both laugh.
Sebastian keeps his cock buried deep inside of me while he moves his thumb toward my back hole.I remember Kingston doing this on the night of the gala and how filthy and good it was.
His thumb isn’t small, but he eases in slowly and I breathe through the discomfort.Every time I wriggle, Kingston grabs my hips and holds me fast.I can see his profile from the corner of my eye, and his brows are knit together in concentration as he holds me still for his friend.
Every one of Sebastian’s thrusts moves his thumb in me, as well.My orgasm builds, my toes curl.It feels like sparks are shooting out of my fingertips—my entire body is one big tangle of electricity, luminescent and waiting for one final spark.Yet I can quite get there.
I want to touch my clit, but when I start to move one of my arms, Sebastian says, “Don’t even think about it.”
I whimper.“Please?”
“Please, what?”he says.
“Please, Daddy?Please, I want to come?”Fuck, I’ll say whatever he wants if he just gives me the climax I’m reaching so hard for.
Neither of the men says a word, but Kingston releases one of my hips and slides his hand around to my pussy.His fingers slip and slide over my folds as he seeks out my clit.If it bothers him to be so close to Sebastian’s cock, he doesn’t show it—no, his focus is on getting me off, and I am so, so grateful.
When he finds my clit, he doesn’t rub it—hepinches.
I scream in pleasure, in pain, in the revelation that these two men know how to handle my body even better than I do.
Sebastian swears and then goes still against me.His cock pulses as he fills the condom.
“Fuck,” he repeats.“Fuck.”He pulls out of me and I collapse face-down on the bed.
Both men get up to dispose of their condoms, but only Sebastian returns to bed.He slides behind me, tugging me tightly against him.I want to talk to him about that look in his eyes, the look that told me something was bothering him, that he needed…something.But the shower in Kingston’s bathroom starts, and the rushing water lulls me into a drowsy state of relaxation.
Kingston comes out several minutes later, naked, and says, “I have to head into the office.”
“It’s Sunday,” Sebastian says, disapproval heavy in his voice.
