Page 11 of Hearts Etched in Glass
“We may stop, if you’d like to stop darling,” Bobby says, then turns so his body shields me from Marcus. “Darling if you really do not think you want this andabsolutely think this is wrong,we can stop.” His voice carries a serious tone.
I bite my lip and close my eyes tightly to retort, “It’s new and I don’t want you mad, or have recourse or resentment afterwards.”
Bobby leans down to kiss the top of my knee. “Oh darling, I’d never. You cannot deny that this feels right though?” I swallow at his words, for this does feel right. My values may feel confused, for I’ve only ever thought I should love and hold any intimacy with one person. But this feels likemore, this feels sorightand so enticing. Soon my arm is pulled from my eyes and I spy Bobby biting his bottom lip as a finger taps my knee.
“Darling, I’m perfectly fine with this as long as you both agree to this debauchery.” Marcus hums in agreement at Bobby’s statement. “Good, that is settled. But you will watch. Eyes. On. Me. Or Eyes on Marcus.”
His words are so deliberate. Commanding. I can hear Marcus shifting in the seat and spy his shadow dancing across the wall, unbuttoning his shirt.
“I’m just where I want to be.” Marcus’s voice sounds deeper and much morerelaxed.
“Tilly? You didn’t answer. Do you still want to play?” Bobby asks in a tantalizing and teasing tone, that deviously claws down my body.
Bobby moves back to position, before he was shielding my body.
“Yes. Yes please.” I beg softly. The pointed tip of the knife slowly slides down my torso, enticing my skin as Bobby leans over me, to gently pinch my nipples. He begins caressing my clit with the blunt edge again, as I try not to move my hips, but my body is seeking more friction.
“Fuckyou both look magnificent,” Marcus’s voice calls from the corner.
Bobby lifts his hand, using one finger to beckon Marcus to come to us. So, he does. His body looks like a fearsome shadow towering over us on the floor.
My body begins to tighten as Bobby’s movements become faster, an orgasm resting on the precipice. I pull my head up to find Marcus and Bobby both watching on either side of me, as my thighs twitch in pleasure. My core probably soaks the floor as my hips try to carefully gyrate for friction.
“You think you can take the handle darling?” Bobby’s voice asks with such care.
“Please, I need more,” I beg. I peer up to see his bright blue eyes shining alongside Marcus’s.
“You like that? You like us watching you writhe in pleasure. Giving youwhat you need.” Then I feel him slide the handle up and down my center, coating it with my arousal. Shortly after the unfamiliar pressure of the handle eases into my cunt.
“Fuck,” I mewl.
“You alright, love?” Marcus asks with such concern as he places one hand on my knee. Bobby lowers his face to rest his temple, atop Marcus’s hand. Seeing both their faces in such close proximity and during a lewd act makes me want to climax just from the sight. Bobby says, “Oh, she ismorethan fine. I think she finally feels a little freer, now that she knows she is safe with us. She may be her true self. Isn’t that right, darling?”
“Yes,” I reply breathily as my hands reach for my hair, arching my back with the feel of being filled. It feels so perverted to be doing this, but with Bobby’s guidance, and Marcus’s support, I don’t feel like such a degenerate.
Marcus’s voice chimes in, giving me praise. “You’re taking that handle well, Til. Of all people we will never judge you for what you want, and we will give you anything, however you’d like.”
Bobby lets out a laugh, replying, “If anything darling, you can judge us. Hell, Marcus was my first kiss. I don’t think I ever told you that.”
For some reason my core clenches at the thought of Marcus and Bobby’s mouths colliding. Like two lions viciously embracing.
“You fucking like that, huh? Your pussy is soaking. Jesus, Marcus, look at that.” I can feel Bobby push the handle in faster, my body’s pressure rising. I’m so close to orgasming.
“You like that image? The fact I taught Bobby how to kiss, since we didn’t know what the hell we were doing? Well shit, love, you’re giving us a show so why don’t we give you one?” Marcus turns towards Bobby and licks up his neck to his cheek. The sight sends me over the edge as my nerves detonate. Pleasure swirls within my mind as black dots dance across my closed eyelids, I moan in wanton. Then I feel Bobby slowly drawing outthe knife handle. He chuckles, lifting his hand to show a small cut from where he gripped too closely to the edge.
“Oh no, let me get some gauze,” I say, but before I may move, Marcus’s hand splays over my pelvis, keeping me stationed. Then he grasps Bobby’s wrist and licks off the blood.
“Gods.” I stare in awe as Bobby’s eyes darken and he plasters a sinister smile on his face. “That was something else.” He raises an eyebrow at Marcus, giving his sardonic smile, palming his groin with his other hand.
Marcus sits back on his haunches, his hand caressing my lower abdomen. “Why don’t I take care of that for you?” he offers to Bobby, as Bobby looks at me with a questioning gaze.
I sit up on my elbows and look between both men.
“Give me a good show, boys.” As I gesture between them with one finger, Marcus kneels before Bobby, unbuckling his pants feverishly.
“Fuck, look at you reaching for my cock like a needy bastard,” Bobby says, wiping some sweat off his brow. Then his head tilts back in pleasure as Marcus seals his lips over Bobby’s dick. He claws both hands onto Bobby’s thighs and I see him shiver with pleasure.
Marcus’s head, moves up and down his shaft several times, hollowing out his cheeks, sucking Bobby off. When he removes himself, Marcus gasps for air, but continues his administrations by licking and sucking on Bobby’s balls.
