“No, no.” He joins me in front of Marcus, “Put your hand back on his neck. He’s being such a good boy for you.” His eyes dropped to Marcus, grabbing my hand and returning it to the spot on his throat. “Marcus likes to be a brat sometimes. It’s nice to see he can beg correctly.”
“Hunter, I shouldn’t.”
“Weshould.” He corrects me. “Would you like that, Marcus? For me and my girl to use you?”
Marcus shifts on his knees, “Yessir.”
“See?” He places his hand on top of mine on Marcus’s neck. “He wants us to.” He squeezes his hand to apply pressure on mine, and Marcus's eyes flutter in approval. Hunter’s mouth dips to my ear, “Tell him what you want from him. What youneed.”
My own gaze locks with Marcus’s and I see him soften once again, pleading with me to listen, “I want him to taste me.”
“Yeah, and where do you want him to taste you?”
“Take off my pants.” I address Marcus now and he springs to action. “Panties too.”
His arms reach the hem, pausing as Hunter chimes in, “What do you say?”
Marcus’s eyes lock with mine as he swallows hard, “Yes ma’am.” He says, pulling my leggings down and helping me step out of them.
I let go of his neck, walking away without a word towards a workout bench, turning around to both men and reaching for my sports bra. I second guess myself, but once I witness how they’re looking at me I gain my confidence again.
They’re practically drooling for me.Me.
I pull the fabric up and over my head, tossing it aside, straightening my shoulders and taking a seat on the bench behind me.
“What’s next, Elliott?” Hunter says in a low, deep and sultry tone.
“I’m gonna need Marcus to crawl to me.”
Hunter chuckles and looks down to see Marcus already on his hands and knees, making his way towards me. He gawks at the sight, a rumble erupting from his chest as his eyes follow Marcus’s path towards me. He sits on his knees in front of me.
“You’re right, Hunter. He is averygood boy for me.” I smile at Marcus, bringing my lips to his, giving him a ghost of a kiss. “I think you earned a taste.” I run my tongue on his lips and he quivers. I spread my thighs, exposing myself to him in a way I have never done before. I push the shame and embarrassment aside now that he’s loving every second of this. It’s written all over his face.
His eyes are locked on my center. A shiver runs through me as I watch him lick his lips at the sight of me. “Have a taste.” I tell him, my voice is shaky and nervous.
“Are you sure, Elliott?” Marcus whispers to me, scooting closer.
“Yes, I’m sure.” I gulp the nerves down, “I’m just nervous is all.”
“I’ll be gentle. You tell me what you want, what you like, what you need and I’ll give it to you. If you want me to stop, I’ll stop.”
I nod to him, “Okay.”
“May I?” He dips down low. The warmth of his breath on my center hits me and I shiver, giving him a nod. His eyes stay onmine as his tongue sticks out flat and lowers to my clit, dragging its length fully across. The mixture of eye contact and obedience makes my mouth fall open and my heart speeds up. He only does it the one time before returning to his knees.
I look at him with knitted brows, “Why did you stop?”
“You said I could haveataste.” He smirks at me and I glare at his smartass remark.
So he is a brat.
“I’m gonna need you to make me cum, Marcus.” My voice was laced with annoyance.
Hunter walks up behind him and grips the back of his neck, “You heard her right, beautiful?”
“You can do that can’t you?” I scoot my ass to the edge of the bench now.
“Oh he can, baby girl.” He pulls Marcus's hair to look straight up at him, “Right?”
