“Yes, yes, I do.” I’ll agree to anything right now.
He seems to know that, because he doesn’t look satisfied by my answer. But he gets up on the bed in front of me. He unfastens his belt and shoves his pants down enough, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
“Suck me, little one,” he says, pushing my head down.
My tied hands catch me before I faceplant into the comforter. From the corner of my eye, I see Sebastian coming up behind me, a condom in his hand.
Fucking finally.
I lean forward at the same time Kingston presses toward me, and then his glorious cock is in my mouth. I swirl my tongue over him, feeling the silken skin stretching over his hardness. He tastes of clean sweat and man and I take him as far in as possible, until he’s all the way to my throat. My gag reflex kicks in and I cough, gulp. He pulls out, his hand gentle in my hair.
“We’ll work up to that, Ella. Don’t take me too far today.”
“But I want to make you happy,” I say, gazing up at him.
“I’m already so fucking happy that you’re here.”
“We both are,” Sebastian says from behind me. He dips a finger into my folds, but instead of fingering me, he brings it out again and drags my wetness around on my ass. Is he going to fuck me…there?
He lets me go and I hear the tearing of foil.
Kingston’s fist flexes in my curls and he says, “I want your mouth on me when he enters you, little girl.”
I eagerly pull him between my lips again, and just as he groans in pleasure, Sebastian presses into me. Not into my ass, but my aching, wanting pussy. I’m mostly relieved, but a small part of me is disappointed. I would give them anything, and I want them to view me as strong enough to handle whatever they want to do.
That small disappointment fades—it’s fucked away as Sebastian slowly pushes his cock all the way in, then drags it out to do it again. My eyes flutter shut so I can fully process the sensation. I’m so full of heat, and his hands on my hips anchor me.
Stroke after stroke. I moan around Kingston’s cock, trying to lose myself in swirling my tongue around him, sucking him down, taking more than I ought to because I want them both out of their minds for me. It’s working, too—Kingston’s gaze is fiery when I chance a look up at him. Those deep, gray-blue eyes are almost black as he watches me.
“Fuck,” he growls, his hand going tight in my hair.
Sebastian says, “I know, right? She’s too fucking good.”
My pussy clamps down because that kind of praise turns me on even more. Sebastian groans.
“You better come soon, princess,” he warns, “because I can’t hold back for long.”
I don’t want him to hold back—neither of them. Sebastian reaches around me and then his fingers are against my clit, rubbing harder than I ever do and yet ohmyfuckinggawd it’s so good.
The moans I can’t hold back crescendo into a wail as I come apart, filled up and held in place by these two hot guys who know exactly how to play my body. Sebastian keeps his fingers against my clit and holds my hip tight with his other hand. He roars and slams all the way into me, where he stays while his cock pulses with his orgasm. Kingston grips my hair in his fist and pushes in harder. I watch in fascination as a droplet of sweat trails down his glorious abs to the happy trail of black and gray hair leading to his cock. He whispers my name as his come explodes onto my tongue.
I swallow it down, swirling my tongue around him as I do. He pulls out of my mouth and falls to his haunches in front of me, his pants still on, cock growing flaccid against the front of his pants.
“Fuck, Ella,” he says. “You’re a wonder.”
“Yes, well, you guys are pretty great, too.” I sound drunk, loose and easy.
Sebastian pulls out of my pussy, places a kiss on one of my very sore ass cheeks, and strides to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.
“I meant what I said,” Kingston says, helping me to sit up on my knees and tapping the ropes that still bind me. “I’m untying you. But you belong with us. Do you understand, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He nods and unfastens my wrists. Sebastian’s back, and waiting to rub my arms and hands with Kingston, although I’m actually fine—nothing is sore or tense. My whole body is languid like I’ve just had an awesome night’s sleep. Or gotten fucked really, really well.
“What’s your work schedule like?” Sebastian asks.
“Nothing until noon tomorrow,” I say sleepily. “And I want to talk to you, Mr. Sebastian Crown, about how you never told me who you really are.”
He kisses my forehead and says, “This is who I really am. Bastian Crown is a different person entirely.”
“I was the only one at the karaoke bar who didn’t know.” I pout at him.
“I think you’re right, although I didn’t realize it at the time.” He frowns. Then, with a sigh, he pushes the frown away and says, “So, nothing for you until noon tomorrow?”
“Nope.” I give a little stretch, appreciating the way their gazes move over me, even though I’m still wearing my dress, which is bunched up around my chest and held there with Sebastian’s belt.
“Stay with us, then,” Kingston says. “Sleep over. We can talk tomorrow.”
I can only nod. They take me out of my dress, finally, and tuck me naked into bed between them. The other day, I’d thought my version of heaven would include a sunny room with a grand piano.
But this is better.
