Page 22 of Bump in the Night
Pumpkin
When we got home, John and Elliot brought me to John’s room and insisted that I get to bed. They thought I’d be most comfortable sleeping alone, so Elliot slept in his room and John grabbed thecouch.
When I wake up, it’s already the next evening. I slept all day, and I’d needed it. Everything that happened last night feels like adream.
I sneak into the bathroom and run a hot shower for myself. I use their body wash – I squeeze a little from each of their bottles into the palms of my hands and run it all over my body, using my fingers to mimic what they’d done to me the night before. I lather the cocktail of scents through my long hair and revel in the sensation of being so close to them. But then, I stop – because I don’t have to do this anymore. Now, I can have them – the realthing.
When I’m done with my shower, I go out to the living room. I can’t believe I’ve never been inside their home before, but it looks just as I imagined it. Two bedrooms and a small eat-in kitchen. Everything is comfortable, soft textures against hard surfaces. Behind them, in the kitchen, I run my hands over the marble kitchen island as they watch me. I pull the big, fluffy robe tighter around my shoulders. I feel more at home now – with their eyes on me – than I have in a very longtime.
Watching me. Not through security cameras. Not fromafar.
I walk to the living room and stand in front of them for a lingering moment before letting my robe drop from myshoulders.
John’s eyes grow wide and he puts his hands on his knees to lean forward. Elliot’s eyes narrow on mine. Together they stand up and begin to circle me. I can smell their strength, their eyes caressing ever part ofme.
Elliot picks me up by my hips and wraps my legs aroundhim.
“We’re never letting you go again, Pumpkin,” he growls against my lips before covering them with a kiss. “Every time we looked at you on those cameras, it took everything in us not to kick the fucking door down and drag you out with us. We’ve wanted you since the moment we met you, and it’s consumed us. We’ve watched those cameras with our fists clenched and our jaws hard and tight just waiting for you to bring some guyhome.”
“But you never did, Baby – because you were ours the whole time, weren’t you?” John says as he tugs on mychin.
“Yes!” I moan, my belly doing barrelrolls.
Elliot and John sit me down on the couch, and then Elliot pulls me against his lap so I’m straddling him. He grips my hips and grinds me against his lap, his eyes traveling down my body and his hand following. I let my fingers explore his big chest until he slips one finger past the fabric of my thong, stroking my clit in long, wet, big motions with his strongfingers.
“You’re fucking greedy, man,” John says to Elliot, pulling me into his lap. “I haven’t gotten to taste that fresh young thingyet.”
“Fuck, man,” Elliot growls, pushing a strong hand through his hair with one hand and grabbing my thong where it sits above my ass with the other. “Once you taste that pussy you’re going to get addicted. It’sperfect.”
My heart slams front-to-back inside my chest as Elliot kneels behind me, pushing me against John’s lap. I whimper and squeal as my fingers find John’s chest and he pulls his shirt over his head. My mouth waters when I finally see his broad shoulders, his chest. My fingers play against his shoulders as he brings his lips to mine. He strokes inside my mouth with his tongue, swirling around my tongue like aflame.
“That’s it, baby,” Elliot growls behind me, tugging on my thong. “Get this pussy nice and wet forus.”
I gasp as he tugs harder and the soaked lace creates friction against my clit. John pulls his lips away from mine and looksdown.
“I can see that tight little pussy through your panties,” he says, grabbing my thong. He pulls it off and the fabric tears easily. “There, that’sbetter.”
He tosses me off his lap and lays me down. I’m an aching, panting, crazy mess, and it’s fucking glorious. Delicious. Seeing my men in front of me, staring down at me with the devil in their eyes is getting me so wet that I can feel my juices running down the insides of my thighs. I get up on my knees and pull both of my men toward me, my fingers curled over the tops of theirjeans.
“That’s it, baby,” Elliot, my stern taskmaster grunts. “Take it out and get a nice taste of what’s going to be hitting all the way inside that cunt. Get a taste of the come I’m going to shoot inside the walls of that little box of yours.My little box,girl.”
Holy shit! I always knew he had something crazy going on behind his eyes – butthis?
I should have known what he was capable of when he asked a room full of people if they wanted to fuck hiswoman.
I gulp hard as I watch John undo his pants and pull his cock out. The tip is thick and bulbous, dripping with pre-come and making my mouth water. Elliot senses it in my eyes and in the way I’m sliding my hand down my belly to touch myclit.
“You want to lick Johnny boy?” Elliot asks, with tempting sympathy in his voice. His thumb drags down past my lips, past my chin, and finds my throat. He pulls me toward John’s cock and grabs both of my hands, pinning them behind my back. “Now you do what I say and lick Johnny’s cock. And you don’t put your hands near your pussy. That’s my job rightnow.”
My head falls back as he wrings a moan out of my lips, two of his fingers spearing around my clit to pull it from inside my folds. Then, one of his fingers finds my clit and traces itlightly.
“You heard Elliot, Pumpkin,” John growls. “Open up those pretty little lips and slide this thinginside.”
I choke back a shudder in my chest. I’ve wanted this for the longest time, fantasized about giving both of them pleasure, so I gather my courage from a deep, hidden well and lick the underside of John’s dick before flicking my tongue against the slit. Then I open up my mouth and wrap my lips around his impossiblegirth.
“Goodgod,” John grunts, pushing his cock deep into the back of my throat. He tastes like man, salty and pure. I breathe in deeply through my nose, savoring the sensation of Johnny in the back of my throat. My belly crumbles inside me as Elliot pulls his fingers away from my pussy. The metallic clank of a belt and zipper follow, and then Elliot puts me down on hislap.
I expect him to slide my body down onto his thickness, but instead he presses his length between my lips and slides me back and forth, making his cock bump at my clit everytime.
