Page 12 of Bump in the Night
If he weren’t holding me up, I’d be eaten alive byflames.
His tongue is gentle as it pries my mouth open. His tongue is like a flame licking at my belly button from the inside. He catches my moans with his mouth, and I hold on to the sides of his head as he kisses my lips gently and slowly. So slowly. I want to climb up his big body, my arms and legs wrapped tightly around it, and then slide down to feel every little bump and muscle against every part of me – but I’d melt. I’m already melting – and I feel weightless in thefire.
He pulls his lips away from mine and then kisses the line of my jaw. His breath is warm, and he breathes me in. I lace my fingers through his hair as my face finds the crook of his neck. My feet come off thefloor.
But it’s not John lifting me – it’s Elliot, behind me, taking my hips in his hands and turning me around in an act that seems to defy gravity. I’m floating in space, and Elliot wraps my legs around his hips before pressing me to the wall. I feel the length of his thickness pressing against the middle of me and Igulp.
His cock is long and thick, and it scares me. With it pressed up between my legs through my jeans, I squirm so I can feel it against me. The friction isunbearable.
“Youweretrying to make us crazy,” he growls, groping and squeezing my breasts through my shirt. “I don’t like to see other men look at you. John and I are the only ones. John may be alright with other men looking, but I’m not. He wants everyone to know who our woman is. I don’t give a shit who knows – not as long asyouknow who you belong to. And just know that when we have you, it’s going to be fuckingraw.”
“Raw?” I repeat as my mindspins.
“That’s right, baby. When you come all over our cocks, it’s going to be with nothing between us. You’re going to feel that thick pulse deep inside you when you cream all over our bare cocks – and when we unload in that little pussy and ass, you’re going to feel it insideyou.”
I’m renderedspeechless.
He pinches one of my nipples and covers my mouth with his. This is not the gentle, tugging fire of need that John was giving me. This is rough, hard, fast –savage. With his big body pushing me hard against the wall and his hand assaulting my nipple with an intensity I feel inside my clit, he kisses me with totalcontrol.
I…I amnotin control. I give myself over to him. I let himtakeme, and it feels so good to be owned. His lips tangle with mine and he consumes me fully. Moans keep spilling out of my mouth and into his, and he just chuckles between groans. Fistfuls of my flesh knead through his fingers as he rakes his hands up and down mybody.
He puts me down and spins me around, pressing my hands to the wall. As he caresses down my body, one hand tickles every single inch of my spine as his fingers drag downit.
“This,” he says, kneeling behind me. “This is what I cannot have anyone else lookingat.”
He reaches around me and undoes the button and zipper on my jeans with ease. I hold my breath and bite my lip as he peels my jeans down – over my ass and then down my thighs. I feel every inch of my skin caressed by his knuckles. He leaves the panties on. I don’t why, but this somehow feels even more dangerous and crazy than if he’d just stripped mebare.
He spreads my legs with a hand on each knee. I feel his chest vibrate the entire closet with ashudder.
“Oh, my god,yes,” I moan into the air aboveme.
“Did you like all those people watching you dance, Pumpkin?” Elliotasks.
I whimper as his finger finds the dampness between my legs through my panties. My fingers dig into the wall and my eye slam shut. My head falls forward and my forehead finds the wall between my outstretched hands. I’m burning up. The fire isspreading.
“I liked watching you,” John says, sending a thrill through me. My head whips to the side and I see him standing by the door. His hands are on his hips in an authoritative stance. His tongue drags along his bottomlip.
“Watching me?” I choke. My head falls against the wall again and I brace myself with my forearms when Elliotspeaks.
“My partner here might like to watch, but that don’t meanIdo.” Elliot’s words are harsh again against my insides. “Now, I asked you a question. Did you like all those people watching youdance?”
“No,” I whimper. Elliot’s breath is hot against the backs of my thighs. My jeans are still pooled up at my knees as Elliot rakes his fingers against the backs of my legs, teasing me, before standing up and spinning mearound.
“Then why did you do it?” John asks. “Why shake that sweet little ass of yours if you didn’t mean for everyone tosee?”
“Because I wantedyouto see,” I confess, the words tumbling out from deep inside me. My fingers play at my shirt, rolling and unrolling the fabric in my fingers. I’m twitching with need. I’m all twisted up. This can’treallybe happening, but it is. “I thought I could be someone different tonight. I thought I could befor youtonight. It’s all I’ve everwanted.”
“So, itwasfor us,” John says, his gaze raking down mybody.
I nod and whimper. They’re mymen –both of them. The look in their eyes tells meeverything.
“What do you need, Princess? Let us give it to you,” John says. I watch his eyes as he glowers down at me from over Elliot’sshoulder.
“Please, please,” I say, as they back me up against the wall. In unison, their big bodies close in on me and John takes my mouth. His lips prevent my brain fromfunctioning.
“Now,” Elliot growls, curling his fingers over the waistband of my panties, “let’s show this tight little pussy who it belongsto.”
