Page 24 of Room Twenty-Seven: Theirs to Punish

“Whoops.” A cherry tomato falls off the counter and rolls across the floor. I bend to pick it up without thinking, and the T-shirt Bane gave me to wear rides up a little, exposing the tops of my thighs.

“Careful, or I'm going to start dropping a whole lot of shit on the floor,” Nik warns. A giggle bubbles out of me, but he's not laughing. The narrow set of his eyes and the flare of his nostrils tell me how serious he is.

“Move a little slower next time,” Bane suggests. “Maybe spread your legs, too.”

“You're both incorrigible.” Though it's not like I can keep myself from responding to their attention. My whole body buzzes, and now I'm keenly aware of the weight of their gazes on me and the thin cotton standing between them and my bare skin.

“I'm so clumsy,” Nik teases before knocking a fork on the floor. “Can you bend down and get that for me?”

“You can't get it yourself?”

He grimaces and presses a hand to his lower back. “I must have pulled something while swimming. It's been bothering me all day.”

“You are so full of shit,” I tell him, but he only shrugs. “Okay. If you insist.” But this time, I move slowly, giving them what they both obviously want. Instead of crouching, I bend at the waist, letting the oversized shirt slide over my newly tanned skin before it falls halfway down my back, exposing me. Cool air touches my ass cheeks and bald lips, which tingle. Goose bumps erupt over my skin, and even the fine hairs on my arms stand at attention. Something in the air has shifted, and now a hum of electricity courses through the room.

I slowly stand and let the shirt fall back into place before dropping the fork into the sink. When I turn to them, it's obvious they're both thinking less about dinner now and more about me. I pretend to be oblivious, asking, “Are you guys okay?” Bane only nods while Nik grunts something that might be in agreement.

The timer on the oven couldn't buzz at a better time. “I don't know about you guys, but nothing gives me an appetite like swimming.” I pull on a pair of potholders, and they watch as I open the oven door and take hold of the roasting pan, bent at the waist again. It's not the heat from the oven that makes my face flush before I place the pan on the stove and close the door.

“You're supposed to let chicken rest before you carve it, aren't you?” Nik muses. “I feel like I read that somewhere.”

“What do you think we can do while we wait?” Bane asks, and now I feel his warm breath against the back of my neck, his warm body behind mine. He brushes aside the hair hanging over my shoulder and places a kiss against my neck that leaves me shivering. I can't control my body's response to either of them, and I won't bother trying because this is just too good. Being wanted and wanting them back, both of them. Right and wrong doesn't matter when it comes to something this powerful.

“I have an idea.” Taking me by the hand, Nik leads me to the round table between the kitchen and the living room. We haven't yet set it for dinner, and now I'm glad because he turns me around and backs me up against it, pinning me in place while his erection presses urgently against me.

“What do you want to do to me?” I whisper, and I can't believe those words come out of my mouth before he takes my face in his hands and plunges his tongue between my lips. The power in his kiss wipes away everything but pleasure and need. I have to hold on to something, so I grab him, twisting his T-shirt in my fists. His heart pounds the way mine is.

Bane’s hands touch my hips before he grips them tight and pulls back so I scoot along the table’s surface. He works my shirt up, and Nik breaks our kiss long enough for me to lift my arms over my head and let him take it off. I lie back, and the table feels cold against my flushed skin. But I get over it quickly once Bane leans over to kiss me the way Nik did.

Nik, meanwhile, gets on his knees between my legs and spreads them wide. Bane’s tongue tangles with mine while Nik’s tongue plunders my pussy, lapping up what flows freely from me like water from the faucet. I can't help it. This is what they do to me. They light my body on fire and make every nerve sing. They make me want to see how far I can go, how much I can handle at once.

Bane breaks our kiss and moves lower, lapping at my skin while my head rolls helplessly from side to side. My back arches when he takes one of my nipples between his lips and sucks while his hands roam my chest, my arms, my neck. “Yes,” I whisper, reaching down to run my fingers through Nik's hair and hold his head close to where the heat threatens to kill me. “Yes, lick me. Touch me.”

And then it's all too much, and I cry out wordlessly, plunged into sweet oblivion. I don't know how long it lasts. I only know bliss runs through me from head to toe by the time Nik lifts his head to kiss his way along the insides of my thighs.

“I'm going to need a turn with that,” Bane growls, and I open my eyes to watch as they switch places. But he doesn't get on his knees this time. Instead, he pulls his sweatpants down and takes his swollen dick in one hand, stroking it while he stares down at my dripping folds. “Fuck,” he whispers before pushing his way inside me all at once.

“So big!” I gasp, biting my lip as he stretches and fills me up.

Nik takes the back of my head in one hand and turns it to the side, then runs his own dripping, bulging head over my mouth. “What do you think you can do with this?” he asks breathlessly. I answer by parting my lips, taking him inside, and letting him use me. It's so good when they use me because they give me as much pleasure as they take.

“Oh yeah,” he groans while Bane takes me in long, deep strokes. “Suck it. Show me how hungry you are for it.”

They find their rhythm, working as one, and soon the sounds of our pleasure fill the apartment. I can barely breathe, and my head spins, but I lose myself eagerly, gratefully. This is all I need. Them. This.

“You want my cum that bad?” Nik rasps. “You sure suck my cock like you do.” I moan my agreement, and he groans, pushing deeper until I’m fighting not to gag on him.

“Trying to milk me dry,” Bane grunts, moving faster. Maybe I am. Maybe my body is that hungry and desperate for them.

All I know is I have never felt so alive. So connected. Like I'm where I need to be as the three of us race to the end together.

“Lillian?” A very familiar voice reaches me through the haze of lust.

All at once, the bubble around us bursts, and we are catapulted back to reality with the most unsettling feeling I’ve ever felt.

Nik pulls back, stepping aside and bringing me eye to eye with somebody I thought I would never see again. Somebody whose surprise turns to horror once he realizes who he’s looking at. “Oliver!” I breathe. Somewhere in there, their father walked in on us. My stepfather.

“What are you doing? Lilly?” His head swings back and forth, looking at the three of us in turn, while his mouth hangs open and his face goes red. “Oh my God!”

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