Page 35 of Hearts Etched in Glass
“When we get a home. We need a large house, with lots of land.” I move to the kitchen to begin making us tea.
Then Marcus replies. “Oh? Going to make a garden, darling?” Waiting for the kettle, I waltz back into theroom. Both men are sitting on the same couch, arms settled across the back of the seat and draped over one another’s. It makes my spirit sing with joy.
“I think we need enough land so Bobby can properly blow things up. I also think I want a shooting range. May we make one? I’ve had so much fun practicing. Also, several beds for all the children and guests when we have parties.” Marcus’s face changes, a melancholy expression overcasts his features.
“Darling?” I reach for his knee as I’m perched on the floor between them.
“Nothing. I just, do not understand how we can get married. No one will wed us. No one will recognize us in a court of law.” His eyes brim, threatening tears.
I startle as Bobby begins laughing. I scoff in his direction as he looks at Marcus lovingly. “Did you forget that Baba exists? She is above the law.”
Then the kettle whistles, so I get up to retrieve it. I hear Bobby asking Marcus what type of wedding band he would want and my heart blooms with admiration and love. The thought of us three, as a small family, was something I could have never imagined inmy wildest dreams.
Taking the tray of tea back into the room, we discuss our future, making plans for a small nuptial. Baba would be the minister, Kenneth could be the witness, my nursing friends as bridesmaids. And maybe with enough notice we could give Everett and Brielle proper time to prepare for travels from America.
“What kind of dress would you like, darling?” Marcus asks, leaning forward on his knees with a shimmer of excitement in his eye.
“What’s more important is what is under the dress,” Bobby murmurs as he takes a swig of his tea, but Marcus reactively swats at his chest making the tea dribble onto Bobby’s chin, down his neck and onto his shirt.
“Oh! I’m so sorry Bobby!” Marcus says, his hands covering his mouth, a small speck of fear in his eyes. I hate that his dom probably caused him to fear repercussions of small mistakes, but hopefully with time, we may change that.
Bobby gives a heated gaze and says, “Why don’t you lick it off me?” With those words it melts my nerve endings and tightens my core. I watch in anticipation as Marcus leans in, ever so slowly. Their breathing is the only thing audible in the room. I have to rub my thighstogether to quell the ache building. Then Marcus gives a languid lick up Bobby’s Adam’s apple, towards his chin and onto his bottom lip. Bobby grabs Marcus’s chiseled jaw, their lips move passionately over one another, and their sounds entice me. Arousal pools between my legs, as I bite my bottom lip.
Watching them is mesmerizing.
After they finish kissing, Bobby’s head turns towards me. “Hello, darling.” Grasping my blouse he pulls me forward, so our faces are nose to nose. He gives my cheek a peck. “Would.” Another kiss to my other cheek. “You”. Then he trails kisses down my neck. “Want attention?”
I nod my head vigorously as a whine escapes me.
“God, you look so beautiful when you’re needy for us, Til,” Marcus says seductively as he comes to sit beside me on the floor, slowly unbuttoning my blouse.
“Think you can be our needy little slut, tonight?” Bobby teases in my ear, as shivers run down my spine.
“Only for you both. Only ever for you,” I whisper as my breathing picks up. I help Marcus take my top off as he begins thumbing my nipples.
“You didn’t wear a bra? You naughty, naughty girl,” Bobby says as he nibbles down my neck, to my collar bone and circles my nipple in his mouth. I hiss with the feeling, so sensitive and enticing.
“Can we do something I dreamed about?” Bobby mutters as he gives my breast a long, tickling lick. I nod as Marcus says, “Of course.”
Bobby moves swiftly, grabbing both of our faces and placing our foreheads together. “I want to fuck you into Tilly. You think we can do that?”
My head gets dizzy at the idea as my fingertips tingle.
“But first.” Bobby stands, grabbing Marcus’s arm and having him stand alongside him. Their figures towering over me. “Can you take us with your mouth, darling?”
I’m drenched to the core. I don’t know how I’m going to survive the rest of the evening, for my knees are weak just at the thought.
“You’ll be our good girl?” They state in unison and I nearly go into cardiac arrest.
They strip off their trousers and I admire their muscular legs, tensing with each movement as they free themselves.
Marcus is girthy and long. Whereas Bobby is long, lean and has a sexy curve, both are hard to handle even with two hands.
“Try to relax your jaw, love and breath through your nose.” Marcus approaches me as I open my mouth to him. I coat him in my spit, doing my best to maneuver my tongue around him, while he is filling my mouth. I spy Bobby fisting his cock with one hand beside me, the sight erotic.
His kneels down to whisper in my ear. “I need you to be my naughty girl and suck him dry, darling.” Moving my hands to the base of his dick, I begin making my movements faster, hollowing out my cheeks and trying to take him as far as I can go before I cough.
Two fingers dance on my inner thigh as I feel Bobby skate them up to my center.
