Page 83 of Sacred Vow
Chloe laughs to herself as she sips on a White Claw. “I wouldn’t put it past him. He’s certainly been on edge with all this talk of father fucking.”
“Who spoketh of the daddy dicking? Certainly not I.” I laugh.
“Ahh, forgive my mistake, young lady of the night,” Chloe chimes in an awful old English accent. “I must have you confused with my room-slob who does enjoy the occasional full-force parental penetration.”
“Your forgiveness is quite thoroughly earned, mi lady. Does thy room-slob also have a fetish for the sex-ticles with the ancestry testicles?”
“Oh, she does indeed. She is quite the fiend for the daddy bangin’, tongue slayin’.”
I snort a laugh as Zeph shakes his head. “Yep. Definitely going to punch someone in the left tit.”
A crack of booming laughter tears out of both me and Chloe, and as I lift my drink to my lips and take a long, well-deserved sip, I realize that maybe camping wasn’t the worst idea Chloe hasever come up with. I don’t know if it’s the fresh air, the jokes, or simply the company, but something tells me that tonight is going to be exactly what I need.
“So,” Zeph says once the sun has finally fallen all the way beyond the horizon, leaving our small campground in darkness. “When’s this threesome going to get started? Because we need to work out logistics first. Are you two taking me on at the same time, or what? Now, I know you were talking shit about me being a one-pump chump, but if we’re doing this, give me ten minutes to rub one out first, and then I’ll be good all night.”
This motherfucker is out of his goddamn mind, and the kicker is, I think he’s actually serious.
My gaze sails across the fire to Chloe’s, and as she arches a questioning brow, I immediately pick up what she’s putting down. “Are you sure you can handle us both?” I ask Zeph, knowing damn well he’s had more than a few early arrivals with me. “I wouldn’t want you to strain anything.”
Zeph scoffs, playing it up. “Don’t you worry about me, baby. I can handle whatever you girls want to put down.”
Chloe stands and walks behind Zeph, dragging her fingers across the back of his shoulder blades, nice and slow. “You know, I’ve always wanted to do this.”
“Yeah?” Zeph asks, glancing up over his shoulder at Chloe, his brow arched.
She bites her bottom lip and gazes at me. “Of course. Look at her. She’s so gorgeous,” she purrs, leaning over Zeph and trailing her fingers across his chest, teasing him. “I’ve always wondered, and now with you here, what’s holding us back?”
A seductive smile pulls across my lips, and I push up from my chair, leaving my drink behind as I stride across to Zeph, slowly peeling my shirt up over my head to reveal my string bikini beneath. I step right into him, and he pushes his knees apart,giving me space as I slowly drop down in front of him, my hands grasping his strong thighs.
“You know I’m always down to play,” I murmur, gazing up at him and watching as his expression falters, realizing this is going to happen. I reach behind me and pull on the string of my bikini top, letting it fall before dangling it in front of him and dropping the flimsy material right into his lap.
Chloe’s hands find both of his shoulders, and she works her way down, skimming over his strong muscles until finally finding his wrists and pulling them behind him. “I only have one rule,” she murmurs into his ear before grabbing my bikini top and starting to wrap it around his wrists, binding him to the chair.
“And what’s that?” he questions, groaning as her lips come down on the curve of his neck.
“There’s no touching. This is all about you.”
A cocky grin pulls across his lips, thinking he’s just landed in a fucking goldmine, and as he groans with approval and adjusts himself on the seat, I grasp the front of his pants, leaning right in as I stare up at him. “If she gets to make rules, then so do I,” I say, my hands purposefully pausing on his belt buckle.
“Anything, baby.”
I bite my bottom lip, knowing just how much he likes that, and as a wild, raging need flashes in his eyes, I take his strong thighs and push up just enough to brush my lips across his ear. “When I’m sucking your massive cock and you’re slamming right into the back of my throat, I want you to . . . no,” I say, cutting myself off and acting shy.
“What is it?” he pushes, his chest heaving. “Whatever you want.”
“I can’t,” I say, batting my lashes. “It’s too much.”
“Come on, Tilly. It’s just us here. There’s nothing you could say that I won’t do, not if it means having both of you at the same time. What do you want?”
I bite my bottom lip again, my gaze dancing between his as I studiously ignore Chloe behind him. The wide grin across her face is surely going to make me break. “Will you . . . shit,” I cringe and visibly swallow as though I’m far too nervous to get it all out at once. “Right as you’re about to come, will you call me Mommy?”
“WHAT THE FUCK?” His eyes widen in disgust, and he rears back so far that his whole chair topples over, leaving Chloe to spring out of the way or suffer the consequences. “Goddamn it, Tilly. Why are you always ruining a good thing?”
Chloe stumbles on the sandy shore, spilling her drink as Zeph is left stranded, tied to the fallen chair. “Her?” she scoffs. “Might I remind you that you’re the one asking for a threesome when you have me here. Aren’t I enough?”
“Well, yeah,” he says from the ground, his face squished against the sand as he watches his beer slowly pour out while not being able to do a damn thing about it. “I was just fucking with you guys, but then you had to go and make me think it might actually happen. This is on you. Now, untie me.”
“Uhhhh. I think I’ll pass,” she says, sashaying around him before scooping up my discarded shirt. She tosses it at me, and I hastily pull it over my head, not being entirely comfortable with my tits out in front of him, which is weird considering it was only a few weeks ago that these very nipples were in his mouth. Maybe it’s because of his feelings for Chloe, or maybe it’s simply because I belong to somebody else now, even though that somebody else doesn’t want me.
