Page 36 of Hearts Etched in Glass
“Fuck, you are soaked for us. It is going to be hard to fuck those pretty lips of yours when you are so needy for us to fill you,here.” As he mentions that, he presses on my clit, causing electricity to travel through my body. The pleasure so intoxicating as I watch Marcus’s face in ecstasy. After a few more moments of Bobby touchingme and arousing me to the point I want to cry, he stands next to Marcus, watching as I take him in.
“She feel good sucking your cock, love?” He asks, trailing his hand down Marcus’s abdomen, replacing my hand with his. Moving with my rhythm as he pumps his fist alongside my sucking lips.
“You’re not allowed to come yet love, we need to fill her up,” Bobby orders, as Marcus tenderly places his hand on my cheek, stroking it with his thumb. “Alright. That was fucking brilliant, but I think Bobby needs that greedy mouth of yours.” He winks down at me, slowly guiding my mouth to Bobby’s cock, and I wrap my lips around him.
“I want to try and fuck your mouth, darling.” Bobby cocks an eyebrow down at me, a challenging grin. So, I sit back on my heels, relaxing my neck and jaw. “Tap my thigh twice if it is too much, or pinch the fuck out of it, but take me until you can’t take it anymore.” I give a small giggle and nod my head. Bobby squats slightly, then carefully grasps my head as he begins pumping. His movements getting faster and faster with each thrust as tears begin trailing down my cheeks.
“You alright Til?” Marcus asks with apprehension.
“She knows to tap,” Bobby mutters through gritted teeth as he takes my mouth. “She knows, but she doesn’t want to tap, because she likes having her face fucked. Right, darling? You love being our dirty slut behind doors,” he moans in ecstasy and I can feel him swelling inside my hot mouth.
Marcus kneels down beside me, singing praises in my ear. “You are taking his cock like such a good girl, love. You look so beautiful swallowing him down.” Then he licks the tears that had streamed down my face and neck, causing my core to clench and ache with need.
Bobby abruptly leaves my mouth, as I gasp in air.
His hands card through his hair. “Fuck, this is perfect.” He leans down and kisses me with fervor. “You both start, I’m going to get lube.”
Then Bobby runs upstairs faster than lightning, his steps pounding up the floorboards. Marcus pulls my hand to his face, his soft lips kissing each knuckle. “Would you like to continue down here, or go upstairs, love?”
I nod up the stairs, as we meet Bobby coming out of his room.
“Our lady would like the bedroom. We will be gentlemen and oblige.” Marcus states seductively.
Bobby smirks, backing into the room and gesturing to the bed like a doorman.
I lay back on the bed, feeling exposed, so I close my legs together. It is still difficult to wrestle with my mind, as they stare. I’m curvier than most women.
Marcus tuts at me. “Oh, no, no, no. Tilly, love.” Then he takes his two fingers and places them between my thighs. “I’ll open you like a book.”
I nearly come undone with his statement alone, the pressure of his fingers pushing between my thighs, as I slowly spread for him. Giving in and getting ready for pleasure. He moves to give my pussy a considerable lick. Then moves between me, lining up his dick with my entrance, he looks at me for permission, so I place my heels on his hips and push him inside me. The pressure of the stretch sends tingles to every part of my body. His body climbs atop mine, and I dig my claws into his back. Bobby appears beside us, leaning down to kiss both of our cheeks. “You both look exquisite, I wish it could be a painting.”
Then I hear the bottle of lube pop open as he whispers in Marcus’s ear. “Are you ready, darling?” Marcus nods, then turns his head to kiss Bobby.
Our movements become slower as Marcus places his knee onto the bed. I can feel when Bobby pushes into him, for he pushes Marcus further inside me.
“I put as much lube as I could, love,” Bobby says, delivering kisses across Marcus’s shoulder.
“Don’t forget I love pain, Bobby,” Marcus mewls. We go slowly, our bodies intertwined as one. Bobby continues peppering kisses on Marcus’s back as we hold hands. Marcus holds my other hand above my head, then I feel the heat of his mouth when he licks my breasts. The euphoria is unimaginable, as so many sensations dance across my skin and within me. My orgasm erupts as a rush of heat floods my body.
Soon Bobby’s smooth pace begins to pick up, he grips Marcus’s hips and begins thrusting inside him.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Bobby tells Marcus. They both pant with wanton need. With how close our bodies are, I feel one of Bobby’s hands find purchase on my hip, as the other grasps Marcus’s and he begins fuckingus. I climax again, the feelings overwhelming and rapturous.
“I’m not going to last with her gripping my cock. She’s orgasmed three times, fuck,” Marcus pleads, then his lips find mine as he repeatedly tells me, “Such a good girl. Such a fucking good girl, taking us, love.” Then I hear Bobby smack Marcus’s ass cheek. “I’m going to claim you with my cock. Both of you are my dirty sluts, who deserve to be rewarded.” At his words, Marcus and I climax together. The feeling is so intense as my body warms in pleasure, taking over all my nerves and senses. I close my eyes tightly, as Marcus’s body relaxes on top of mine, but I can feel Bobby's body jolting, still spilling into Marcus. His thrusts passionate and deep.
He hugs Marcus from behind, clutching him to his chest.
“We are each other’s firsts now. No one will ever take that from us,” Bobby says as he carefully pulls out of Bobby and draws us all a bath. Bobby quickly showers off, readying to provide us after-care.
“Are you well? We weren’t too rough?” Marcus asks, sweetly. I push back his hair to view his handsome face, then kiss his forehead as his strong arms pull me closer.
“No, my love. Everything wasperfect.” I reassure him.
Bobby returns with a towel wrapped around his hips, the sight delightful as he sways into the room, extending a hand.
“Come,” he orders, taking our hands and pulling us into the washroom.
Marcus and I take our places in the clawfoot bath. Marcus peers down the length of the tub. “Squeeze together, love, let’s get Bobby in here.” He pulls me towards his chest, as Bobby looks at us with judgment.
