He knows me well enough to read how my energy has changed since disappearing into the bedroom. I’ve still got a smile on my face, yeah, but my body is needy under the lace. Craving contact. Craving sex. Cravingthem.
He can see it in my eyes. Just like I can see it in his.
I walk between their loungers and stand with my back to the pool, facing the pair of them. My two lovers.
It’s Heath’s lap I drop onto, trailing my fingers up Josh’s leg on the way over. Heath’s still in his blue and white shirt from earlier, and I brush my lips against his as I begin to unbutton it.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Ella,” he says.
“So are you.”
His hand wraps around the back of my neck and holds me close as his lips press to mine. The kiss is slow, deep, sensual… his tongue savouring the taste while I free his chest from his shirt. I run my hands down his ripped abs, grinding my palms against his crotch just a touch, so I can feel the length of him, swollen proud.
I close my eyes and soak into the atmosphere.
Crazy.
Surreal.
Me and Heath Mason, in the evening sun.
Making love.
We’re not a twosome for long. I hear Josh’s lounger move, and within a moment he lands a kiss on my cheek. That’s enough of a knock at the door for Heath to turn his head and welcome him into the kiss with us. A three-way of tongues, entwined. Wet and wanting.
Josh’s pierced tongue feels amazing as it sweeps and dances…
Maybe one day Heath will follow suit and get one – just like he did with the others.
I unbutton Josh’s shirt as we kiss, and he shrugs it from his shoulders. His muscles are tighter than Heath’s but it’s a close call. I run my hands up and down their magnificent chests.
There’s a primal side to me knocking at my own internal door, wanting to be pinned and slammed and ravaged by these hot men and their rampant cocks. I’m so used to bouncing, and begging, and spilling filth from my scarlet lips that the gentle silence of the three of us makes me a tad nervous. There is no mask to hide behind, and no slut to unleash to a format. No Holly the whore, ready to grab the fix of pleasure at any cost.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Josh says, between kisses, and I’m not sure if it’s me or Heath he’s talking to, but it doesn’t make any difference. The sentiment would be the same.
“Can we go to the bedroom, guys?” I ask. “I want to be in bed with both of you, floating on cloud nine.”
“Good analogy,” Heath says, his cock like a pole as he shifts underneath me on the lounger. “Let’s go. Tonight, the bedroom is where we belong.”
The guys discard their shirts and chinos on the way through the villa – the three of us still tangled in kisses all the way as they undress. I’m fully made up in my babydoll, the white lace intact when Heath lifts me up in the bedroom to drop me on the bed.
It’s such a huge mattress that I scoot to get in the middle, and they climb up along with me, one on either side. Fuck, how I’m spoiled by their caresses. Teased by the tips of their fingers as their mouths focus on mine.
Again, my inner slut wants to beg for it, but again, I quieten the voice. Instead, I murmur, savouring every kiss and every touch, letting my inner emotions bloom. Heath kisses my neck, nipping gently, but there is no ferocity in his teeth tonight. I’m not a victim of The Count’s savagery. Josh trails his lips across my collarbone, then down… lower. His breaths are hot against my exposed cleavage, my nipples straining inside my babydoll, desperate for touch. For heat. Forhim.
“Such a gorgeous outfit,” he says. “It’s almost a shame to take you out of it.Almost.”
He tugs down the lace so tenderly that my bullet nipple pops free like a jack-in-the-box. He groans as he sucks it into his mouth, and so do I – the ball of his tongue piercing sending tingles right the way down to my clit. The guys ease my legs open, one thigh each, but they don’t touch my pussy, just hold me there in position. Heath pulls down the other side of my babydoll, and takes my other nipple into his mouth, and I’m sucked by the pair of them at once, holding their heads to me as I smile up at the ceiling. I run my fingers through Heath’s silky hair, and tickle the back of Josh’s neck in appreciation. I arch and squirm, riding invisible waves of need, but their hands stay on my thighs and not my pussy.Teases.I go along at the natural pace for once. I feel their cocks, hard against my sides, but I don’t reach down to touch them – just take it slowly. So, so slowly.
They feast on my tits with their horny mouths, and the pressure in me builds, my clit sparking.
“Please…” I say. “Make me come. I want to come for you.”
The two men don’t so much as undo the bows on my panties. Josh simply trails his fingers up and down my clammy slit through the satin, and presses his mouth to my ear.
“Gently,” he says. “It’s going to be such a beautiful temptation, baby. So beautiful.”
The rhythm with which he strokes my slit is so slow, it’s almost torturous. I’m delirious, high on endorphins as he brings me to the peak and then eases me off, over and over. He’s too skilled to battle with. He knows how to pull my strings far too well for that.
