Page 27 of Hearts Etched in Glass
“Don’t you dare stop,” Tilly pleads.
“Do you think you can take us both, love?” He asks with sweet apprehension. “Only if you want to. Only ifyou think you can.” Bobby’s movements become slower as he begins scissoring his fingers inside her. The fur rug brushes my knees as I lower myself, becoming an offering before her. My tongue worships her center, then I lick up the exposed portion of Bobby’s shaft and up onto Tilly's clit. Tilly writhes, her hands moving to my shoulders as she pants in rapture.
“Again,” My goddess urges, and I oblige, delivering the same movement and causing her to come undone atop Bobby. But before she settles, to lay back against his chest, Bobby moves from the couch, motioning her to stand and then points at me to take his spot.
“Marcus, sit darling.” I do as I’m told, and my heart pounds within my ribcage. Bobby places Tilly on top of me, as she braces her thighs on either side of mine. Our chests are flush and then our eyes lock. Her mouth slightly parts, the unsung lyrics of a song urging me to kiss her. I am overcome with emotion as I pull her face to mine. Our bodies are pressed heatedly together. Her tender lips explore mine, I taste our shared breath. My fingers trace her jaw, remembering every detail of this moment. The feel of her slick core wraps around my dick, as Bobby helps her onto me. My breathing picksup, chest flush with Tilly’s lace brassiere as I trace her neck with my tongue and trail down to her chest.
“Are you ready darling?” The anticipation licks down my spine, as I hear the sound of a bottle cap closing. Bobby prepares Tilly for him and I’m so close to coming inside her from the mere thought of all of us sharing this moment.
Bobby cleanses his hand then angles his legs, slowly easing into Tilly. Her hands reach for my hair. I can feel him pressing into her, causing her cunt to grip me. The pressure of us filling her forces Tilly to shatter around my cock, her climax is intense. She leans into me, her lips finding my forehead. She is encased with pure ecstasy, moaning and whimpering into my skin. Bobby pushes in more and I can feel him as he causes her to tighten. We begin to move slowly in and out of her, the motion becoming more fluid.
“Everything is sensitive,” Tilly whimpers into my cheek. Carding my fingers through her silky hair, I urge her to look at me.
“Can you take more?” I ask, searching her face for any sign of distress.
She pants out, “Yes. I’ve never felt so full. I can’t explain it. I just feel so much.” Bobby kisses her shoulder and up to the side of her neck.
“Can we fill you up darling? Can we make you whole?” His hand reaches for my face as the other loops around Tilly’s torso, thrusting up in a delicious fashion.
“Fuck, Bobby I’m not going to last if you keep doing that,” I keen into Tilly’s chest, her breath is hot on my neck. Lacing my fingers with Bobby’s hand, I use my free hand to pull down Tilly’s lace bra and begin indolently laving my tongue around her nipple. She sobs out a moan, as another climax rushes through her, tensing around us.
“Tilly?” Bobby grits his teeth as he clenches my hand.
“Yes,” she pants. “Yes. Fill me up, please.”
I can feel Bobby’s muscles tense through his arm as he bites Tilly’s shoulder and pumps into her slowly. The feeling reverberates through our bodies from where we are connected. Euphoria fills my veins and I chase my own release. We come undone together. We become one.
Chapter 14: Bobby
Emergence,Sleep Token
The void in my chest has now been sealed with rhapsodies of love. I have found the missing piece to my story, to my heart, and that was Marcus.
No matter how different our relationship may be to the outside world, I am proud to know the man that has been with me my entire life is also the other composition to my soul. Marcus and Tilly make me whole.
Taking the warm, wet washcloth, I wring it out in the tub as Marcus and Tilly sit, soaking in the hot waters. I had just showered and don’t want to miss taking care of them after our moment of union. Tilly is laid backon Marcus’s chest, appearing to doze off and on, as he has two fingers tracing her forearms. His eyes find mine as he gives me a handsome, elated smile. I rub the soft cloth up and down his shoulders, noticing the bruises forming around his chest and the cut on his cheek. It is hard to not narrow my eyes in question, and Marcus catches that I am assessing his injuries.
“Let’s get her to bed first, then I’ll explain,” he whispers, tucking a small piece of hair behind Tilly's ear.
Tilly fidgets at his touch, as her bright eyes open. “How much did you hear of Marcus’s confession? Did you hear him explaining his dom?” She turns in the tub to sit on her heels, between his legs. The feel of her reassuring him gives me great comfort, for I know this is not an easy conversation.
“I heard a little, but Marcus. This…” I carefully wash over some of the bruises on his chest, wincing at sight. “This is awful. I’m ordering you. You will not go back there. We will give you whatever you need.”
Marcus’s eyes cast down to the bubbles in the tub. “I don’t think I will ever go back there.”
“You sure you don’t know who it is? I’d love to rip him limb from limb,” I say, dropping the washcloth inthe tub and draping my arms around Marcus, placing my forehead onto the back of his head.
“I’m fine,” Marcus states, but the crack in his shaky voice betrays him as silent tears run down his cheeks.
“Oh, darling.” Tilly curls into him, wrapping his arms around her. I tighten my arms to hold him. It breaks my heart to see him like this. To see he swallowed so much pain and took the only affection he had been manipulated into thinking he deserved.
Marcus begins explaining the events that would take place with the depraved man, that tried to claim he was a dom. The memories are harrowing, and it takes every fiber of my being to not drive down to that establishment and light some fucking dynamite, to blow it to Hell.
After he tells us their last encounter and the horrible note the fucker left him, I look down at my hands to see my fingernails have imprinted on my palms. Once he has finished his recollections and has settled, I dry both of my lovers off and usher them to bed. Tilly settles between us after she gives us each a kiss goodnight.
“I love you both so much.” Her eyes are as glimmering as her words are full ofdevotion and tenderness.
We share how much we love her, but before we may turn to sleep, she grabs each of our faces, catching me by surprise. “You both took me like such good, good men. Thank you, darlings.” Her is voice seductive and it’s truly unfair, because it makes blood rush to my dick. Then she playfully kisses the tips of our noses and settles back between our naked bodies.
