Page 19 of Hearts Etched in Glass
Tilly’s giggle fills the air as I hear the rustling of fabric, but then it stops. I glance up and find Bobby staring at me and Tilly is watching him on the ground. His handsare bunched in her skirt, readying to lift over her hips and taste her, but for some odd reason he is just looking in my direction.
“Oh dear. We still have a while until the end of the month for our thirty-day pact darling.” Bobby pouts his lip at her and his eyes hold a vexing gleam. “What are we to do?”
Then he stands, grabbing Tilly’s chin to pull her in for a kiss. I admire their actions as my dick aches in the confines of my trousers, and I palm at my pants. I catch Bobby’s side-eyed glance at me, he noticed what I was doing and I try to settle in my seat.
“I’ve had an image in my head, and I can’t get it out. I don’t want it to go away. In fact, I want it to come to life.” Bobby motions for me to come to them and I freeze in the chair.
This is definitely a dream, a very good, salacious dream.
“Marcus. Come here, please?” My breath hitches as worry and concern try to override my feelings at Bobby's question.
Whatif he only thinks he’d like to see us together? What if he becomes irate with jealousy and our relationship is ruined?
Pushing myself off the chair, I step towards them. Nerves wracking my limbs, as I flex my hands. Bobby and Tilly’s eyes stay locked onto me as I come closer to them.
“He is beauty. He is grace. He will fuck you with his face.” His signature, devilish smile etches across his features as he kisses her cheek, all while looking at me. He cradles her neck with his grasp and I see his thumb slowly caressing her pulse. “Are you alright with that darling? Marcus feasting on you, in your favorite dress? Giving you a reward for finally doing something for yourself?”
Tilly’s pupils dilate as her gaze become lustful. Her graceful features turn tantalizing. I can’t help as my knees crash to the ground, and I surrender to her undoing. Every cell in my body wants to touch her so badly. To make her body erupt in pleasure and have Bobby bear witness to how good I can be.
“Are you going to be my filthy man, Marcus?”Fuck. I didn’t realize how erotic that would be, coming fromher lips. “Come to me,” she says in a raspy tone. The dress falls around me as I dive under her skirt. Drunk on her scent, as it envelopes my being, a feeling of euphoria surrounds my senses. I pepper kisses up her thighs as I feel her skin prickle under the glide of my fingertips. She is already so wet when I take one finger and slide it up and down her panties. I lick her over the fabric, causing her to jolt where she stands.
“Do you want to sit?” I mutter under the skirt, then she pulls the dress off and rushes to the leather lounge chair. I march towards her, and an unfathomable feeling takes over my body as I spread her legs wide and suck on her clit over the fabric separating my mouth from her flesh. She gasps and moans under my tongue as I hear Bobby coaching her.
“Is he doing a good job darling? You better scream louder, so he knows he is. I don’t think he can hear over the fountain you’ve become.” A hand moves through the strands of my hair pulling my head back from Tilly’s core. Bobby is looking down at me, something unreadable in his eyes.
Is he mad? Does he regret this?
Does heregret me?
Then his lips crash upon mine, my eyes staying wide with shock as he murmurs something under his breath. His tongue caresses mine as I open for him, inhaling him like a cigar. “Fuck, I love tasting her, with your tongue.”
I begin rubbing my cock through my trousers, trying to soothe the ache, but with his statement it could make me come undone. Bobby grasps my locks firmly with one hand as the other reaches for Tilly’s panties. He tries to slide them down her thighs but rips them in the process.
“They have more pairs in here darling, hell we can buy you the whole fucking store if you’d like.” Then I feel him shove my head down, forcing me between her legs.
“Open wide like a good boy Marcus. I want to hear her scream your name, because of that sinister tongue of yours.” I lap at her, laving and giving her heat undivided attention that I can feel her come on my tongue as I begin fucking her with it. I raise my hand and circle her clit with my thumb as her body trembles. Bobby’s hand leaves my hair and a small whimper falls from my throat at the loss of touch.
“Oh, you’ll love what’s next my darlings. Do you trust me?” Tilly is so enraptured by my administrations that she would probably nod at anything. Bobby drops to his knees beside me and begins unbuckling my belt, then trailing my zipper down. My muscles clench beneath his touch as excitement roars through my veins.
As he does this, Tilly begins shouting my name feverishly, her hips riding my face as I send her into ecstasy.
I draw back as she lays with her limbs over the sides of the lounge chair, gasping to try and regain her breath. Bobby begins to slide my pants down as I ask, “What are you doing?” concern in my tone.
“I want you to fuck her. I want you to feel how fucking amazing she is, and I want her to come on your cock.” I stand abruptly; tension and anticipation building inside me.
This doesn’t make sense; Bobby wouldn’t want this. He is too drunk.
“Maybe we need to sober up, mate. I don’t want to do something you regret. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want you to resent me.” My insecurities flood out from the alcohol laced confession. Bobby steps into my space, cupping the side of my face so tenderly.
“Iwould never resent you. I have been fantasizing about this, about you both. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, but I trust you more than I trust my own brothers.” Something eases in my chest as I rub the planes of my muscle.
“You sure?” I say with a shaky breath.
He nods, biting his lip. I see his eyelids grow heavy as lust laces his tone. “She needs both of us. We need to worship her. Let me guide you.”
“Tilly, are you still sure?” I ask hastily as my gaze dances between the both of them.
She nods confidently, reaching towards us. “Darling, I’m not even drunk. I’m a little nervous too, but I trust Bobby. This isn’t a fleeting thing. Now please, have your way with me.” Bobby grasps my hips as I let my trousers fall to the floor. We move together like the notes in a seductive song. He grabs my cock, gliding it over Tilly’s core as she looks at us with pure excitement.
