Page 17 of Treble

“The fuck you will,” Victor huffs. “If you touch her after today, I’ll swap your milk at your apartment and let you shit your brains out again. And stop calling me Vicky!”

“Will you two stop fighting and, I don’t know, make me come? Paul’s right, I’m just in my head.” At my admission, he licks from between my breasts up my chest until he nips at my jaw. My panting is unavoidable as I whimper, “Naked, right now.”

I scramble off Paul and shimmy out of my clothes. The boys do the same and it’s now abundantly clear Paul has every reason in the world to have a big ego. While Victor’s cock is thick and long, Paul is only half-hard and the same size as Victor who is ready to go… and he’s pierced. It’s like a soda can with jewelry, ready to rearrange my organs.

“Absolutely not,” I insist.

Victor finally gets a look at his competition and gasps, “Oh, come on!”

“You’re not fucking me with that.”

Paul lazily strokes his cock, and a devilish grin tilts his lips. “What, this ol’ thing?”

I can’t help the laugh that escapes me but Victor isn’t amused as he asks, “How did you make it through airport security with that thing?”

“Piercings rarely trigger the machines. They see on the little x-ray monitor that it’s my piercings and never stop me. Do you want to touch it?”

“No!” Victor growls.

At the same time, I breathe, “Yes.”

I reach for him, stroking from the base, fascinated by the feel of the metal against my palm. Victor slips his hand around mywaist, his fingers traveling lower until he’s teasing my clit. My knees buckle at the contact but Victor helps keep me upright.

“Sit on the bed,” Paul commands Victor. “Put her on your lap and spread her thighs for me.” He does as asked and sets me on his lap, sliding his hands up my legs, then roughly opens them wide for Paul. “Just like that.”

Paul drops to his knees, and without warning, licks up my pussy and flicks his tongue against my clit. My head falls back as I moan, gliding my hands into his hair. As my eyes flutter shut, Victor’s hands travel up to my breasts, tweaking and teasing my nipples. The sensation is too much and I’m coming in a matter of minutes. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath.

Victor slips his cock inside me, then grips my hips to rock me deeper onto him. He doesn’t thrust, grinding me back and forth, and slides a hand lower to circle my clit. “She’s doing so well,” Paul praises. “So are you.”

“Fuck off,” Victor laughs and kisses my neck. He then whispers, “Show us how you like it, baby.”

I pick up the pace and lean forward to stroke Paul’s monster dick. Braving the impossible, I lower my mouth and lick away his precum before sliding my lips down his shaft. I gag but can’t help moaning around him as Victor picks up his pace. “That’s it, just like that,” Paul grits out, gripping a fistful of my hair and fucking my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and steady my breath through my nose, hoping it’ll help. Spoiler: it doesn’t. He hits the back of my throat and my eyes begin watering. Both of their cocks thicken and I reach between my legs to grip Victor’s balls, then do the same to Paul. They let out a string of swears, and when I lightly tug, Paul spills down my throat as Victor fills me. I never considered myself a “cum slut” but that’s exactly whatI am right now, loving being used by both of them. They’re my own personal vending machines.

We get cleaned up, taking a shower together. They take their time washing me and no words pass between us. Once dried off, Paul suggests he get his own room. As fun as it was to play with two men, part of me is grateful he’s not staying in LA—he’s not relationship material. I’m certain in the next month he’ll set his eyes on a cute flautist and plant a location tag in her purse. My stalking days may be over but I’m sure his aren’t. The thought brings a smile to my face.

EPILOGUE — VICTOR

THREE MONTHS LATER

While moving to Los Angeles was the best decision I’ve ever made, not moving in with Keri was the worst. She offered, but I declined, like a fucking idiot. With everything that happened, I didn’t want to rush into living together. Still, I stay at her place most nights. No, I’m not lurking and watching her sleep. I’m in her bed, as her boyfriend.

I never thought I’d see the day when the woman I was obsessed with would be mine.

Her rehearsal is over in an hour, but I have a quick stop at the airport to pick up Paul. It’s Keri’s birthday and no material gift would do. His obnoxiously large dick is a present she wouldn’t expect. To be safe, I hid everything in her apartment that could’ve ever touched an almond.

Once I have Paul in tow, we arrive at the studio where she’s recording music for an upcoming slasher film. I love that she’s living out her dream. I was able to sign on with Baker and use my own badge to access the building. We wait outside the recording studio for her, and after four or five people file out first, out walks my girl, eyes alight and a smile that makes me melt. Shegasps the moment she sees Paul and her gaze shifts between the two of us.

“Paul? What are you doing here?” While she’s excited to see him, I expected a little more shock behind it.

“Happy birthday! I made you a pie, but it’s at your apartment.”

I stifle a laugh as her eyes widen. Wrapping her in my arms, I chuckle, “He didn’t, but I thought you’d like to have a little fun for your birthday.”

“I knew he was coming.” I frown as she pulls out her phone and taps a few times. “Why does it say your location is still San Francisco?”

“Because I left the location tag at my place,” he replies with a shrug. “I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.”

“Location tag?”

“Damn it,” she grumbles, then looks up at me. “Sorry, I figured you both knew I planted location tags on both of you when you came to see me a few months ago.”

“Oh, my devious woman, what am I going to do with you?”

“Help me celebrate the best birthday ever,” she sings.

And that’s exactly what we do.

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