Page 15 of Bump in the Night
Pumpkin
My belly rolls with delicious desire over and over, hitting every single nerve inside my body. But now it’s uncomfortable. It’s pain and pleasure at the same time. It’s unresolved. It’s sweettorture.
“Thisisours, isn’t it?” John whispers against my ear. Elliot scoops my ass up and puts me down in John’s lap with a grunt. One of John’s fingers slips down from my clit to my tight hole. I nod and whimper, feeling hot tears form behind myeyes.
“Yes! Yes, it’s all yours,” Icry.
Evidence of John’s desire lands on my lips as he turns my head to kiss me. Slow, sweet, white-hot, winding kisses lick my insides as one finger plays around my entrance, slipping up to my clit once in what feels like an eternity. Then another eternity passes, and he slides his fingertip up and tickles my clit again. Every time he touches me there, my eyes squeeze up tighter all on their own, and I see a kaleidoscope of colors painted on myeyelids.
Between my knees, Elliot pushes my thighs up. I’m splayed open and my eyelids flutter up for me to marvel at how Elliot looks at me – like I’m precious, or like he’s performing some special ceremony. He slips his hands under my ass and pulls me toward his mouth with a grunting rumble, low and deep in hischest.
My mind reels as his fingers bruise into my skin, sinking in farther and farther. I get the sense that it’s all he can do to not lose control. The contact of his tongue against my clit sends my head falling back against John’schest.
“Oh my god, oh my god. Please, don’t stop,” I whine and squirm. My knees drop open for Elliot’s mouth to kiss me deeper, deeper. John’s mouth covers mine again and the whole world closes in onme.
I thread my fingers through Elliot’s hair, watching his arms and shoulders as he consumes me. Two sets of hands on me. My two men.Mine. Their mouths are delicious on my skin and I’m giddy in theirarms.
I swallow thickly when I realize what’s happening. Oh, god, I’ve thought about this so many times – but my frustrating touch on my own body could never give me what they’ve delivered. This is so much better than I ever could have dreamed – and not just the physical sensations. All of it.All ofit.
My heart pounds in my ears as one of John’s hands loops down under my bottom. His finger finds my soaked hole and he pushes it in gently as Elliot’s strong tongue keeps prying farther and farther though myfolds.
“You’re tight, Princess,” John grunts against my ear. “Open up for yourmen.”
I try to relax my muscles, but everything is tense. John presses his finger farther and I feel myself open up when an orgasm teeters at the edge of mybody.
“Our Princess is a virgin,” John grunts to Elliot. His words send a thrill through me. “She has to be.” He shifts his attention to me. “Is that what you meant when you said you’ve always been ours? That you kept that little cunt tight and untouched for yourmen?”
“Yes, yes,” I moan. Warmth envelopes me from the inside out. My pussy tightens around two of John’s knuckles as both of my men work their magic on me. The dual sensations of their mouths on my lips and my clit is making me melt until I’m a pool of liquid. They both sense that I’m close. “I saved myself for you – both ofyou.”
“You were meant to come with our cocks stuffed inside you, the first time we had you – but we can’t leave you like this all night, can we? You’re a fuckingwreck,” John whispers near my ear. “We have to give this horny little cunt what it wants, and it wants to come, doesn’tit?”
Ohmigod!I nodfrantically.
“Yes! Please!Please!”
Elliot’s tongue trails down to my hole as John removes his fingers. I whine at their absence, but when Elliot’s tongue glides in between my holes – his hands holding me wide open – my bodyquivers.
“Elliot!” I gasp, my legs shaking. His tongue forces its way inside my ass, the sensation so new and making my skin sparkle. He chuckles as though he knew how I was going to react. His tongue winds through my folds as he approaches my clit again, like he’s trying to find the treat at the end of a twistingmaze.
My clit flutters inside his lips as they suction against me. Again, John’s fingers slide inside and he fucks me with them as Elliot eats my pussy alive from the insideout.
“You want to come, don’t you, Princess? This little cunt is good and ready, isn’t it?” John whispers. He’s the master conductor. The maestro. Elliot is the one holding the instrument, playing me like I’m a fiddle. Inod.
“I can’t take it anymore. It…It feels too good,” I choke andsob.
“Then come for us, Princess,” John whispers against my neck. His fingers pump in and out of me and pinch my nipples while Elliot’s strong tongue taps my wet clit over and over. John’s teeth find my ear and he nibbles on my lobe ever so softly, sending me spilling over theedge.
A guttural scream is torn from my throat. I can’t hear myself – I can’t hear anything – but I know I’m screaming because of the fire in my lungs, in my throat. They wring every last ounce of pleasure from me as I come on their masterful fingers and tongue. When I’m finally finished, there’s still a tickle insideme.
“Next time,” Elliot says sternly, licking his lips, “that pussy is going to come around one of our bare cocks. We’re never using condoms with you, Pumpkin – ever. When we take you, nothing is going to be betweenus.”
Ohh…
“Yes,” I whimper, drowsy and blissful. “Yes,please.”
“That was just a taste of what’s to come,” John says. His cock is still hard and stiff under my ass. Harder than it was before, I’m nowlearning.
And I don’t feel satisfied. I wantmore, more,more.
