9. Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Rissa

Rissa felt so overwhelmed it took her too much time to figure out what Anatoly was asking her.

Consent. He wanted her to agree to having sex with them. There was no way she was walking away from these two men. At least not until she got to experience everything they had to offer.

“Stay,” she said, then realized how she sounded. That wasn’t her. Forcing herself to focus, she was proud at how much stronger she sounded when she spoke again. “I’ll stay.”

The moment those two words were out of her mouth, Zan reached under the hem of her shirt. He pressed his fingers against her flesh just above her hips on either side. His touch felt hot and made her entire body react as Anatoly’s “good girl” hit her ears and sent a strange thrill through her brain.

Zan ran his fingers up the sides of her torso, taking the shirt with him. “Arms up,” he commanded, and she obeyed before his words registered in her thinking brain. He whisked her shirt off as Anatoly sank to his knees in front of her and went to work on her shoes.

“I can take my clothes off,” she protested.

“You’re a gift to us. We want to open our gift,” Anatoly said, looking up at her. Did his eyes look red?

She forgot about Anatoly’s eyes when Zan unlatched her bra and tugged it off. Naked from the waist up, she went to cover her breasts, but Zan grabbed her wrists.

“Let me worship these gorgeous beauties,” he begged, guiding her hands down to her sides. She let her arms drop, and Zan let go of her wrists to cup her breasts. She was a sizable girl, and her breasts matched, but they fit in Zan’s big hands.

“Perfect,” he said, gently kneading her flesh. On the rare occasion she’d bothered having sex, the men were usually harsh with her breasts, twisting and squeezing until she pushed them away. Her breasts had always been sensitive, and it was easy for a partner to be too rough. Zan was different. He was careful right away. His touch felt good instead of something for her to endure.

“Can I put my mouth on your breasts?” he pleaded, running his thumbs over her nipples.

The image of Zan sucking on her nipples made desire roar to life. “Yes!” she gasped, letting her head drop back against Zan’s shoulder.

At this point, Anatoly had her shoes off and was unsnapping and unzipping her skirt. While Zan touched her breasts, Anatoly worked her skirt off her hips, then down her thighs, taking her panties with them.

Soon she was completely naked between two fully dressed men. It was that last part that pierced her desire-fogged brain. Anatoly leaned forward to place a kiss on her belly, and she cupped his cheek, urging him to look up.

“I want to see you,” she said. “Please, I want to see both of you.”

“I think she wants you to strip,” Zan said. His voice was deeper than normal and had a growly quality that gave her goosebumps.

“Of course,” Anatoly said, getting to his feet and toeing out of his shoes. “Anything Rissa wants, she can have.”

She watched him pull off his shirt to reveal a lean, chiseled chest and almost no chest hair. He pulled down his pants and kicked out of them. His uncut cock was long, with a nice curve and a drop of pre-cum beading the tip. She wanted to put him in her mouth and suck on him. She wanted to hear him gasp and beg.

“I think she likes what she sees,” Zan said, running his thumbs over her nipples again.

That reminded her that there was another body she hadn’t seen yet. “You too,” she insisted, startled at how husky her voice sounded.

“Only if I get to switch positions with Anatoly,” Zan said, letting go of her breasts. “He should get to do this too.”

She couldn’t agree more. “Yes.”

Zan let go and stepped around her while Anatoly moved so fast that one moment, he was in front of her, and the next, he was behind her in almost the exact same position Zan had been in. The difference was the lack of clothing which meant his erection was pressing against her naked ass, and it felt delicious.

As she watched Zan shed his clothing, she reached back and wrapped her hand around Anatoly’s dick. He gasped and pressed into her hold, begging for more.

“Touch me and watch Zan,” he growled into her ear as he pinched her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. She braced for pain, but when he plucked at her sensitive flesh, it didn’t hurt. It was as if he knew exactly how much pressure to use to make it feel good.

And it felt so damn good!

She wanted to close her eyes and focus on what Anatoly was doing, but she obeyed his command and kept her eyes on Zan. Unlike Anatoly, who pulled his clothes off quickly, Zan went slowly, doing a striptease for the two of them.

Zan was a big guy, but he moved with a fluid grace that she envied. Grasping the hem of his shirt, he pulled it up slowly, revealing an inch of flesh at a time. His six-pack was covered in soft looking hair. The muscles in his torso flexed as his arms went up, dragging the shirt with them.

Watching him reveal that expanse of chest made her mouth water. She wanted to run her hands over every part of him. She wanted to pull one of his small nipples into her mouth and suck. She wanted to rub her cheek against the soft mat of hair on his—

Rissa gasped. She’d been so distracted by his chest; she hadn’t realized his pants were gone until her eyes dipped down. If Anatoly was large, then Zan was extra-large! She’d never handled a cock this size.

Was this what it was like to see the Eiffel Tower in person for the first time? Awe-inspiring and intimidating all at once.

“The way you’re gazing at Zan would make me jealous if I didn’t get to enjoy him as well,” Anatoly said, clearly amused. “Do you want to taste his cock, Rissa? I can assure you it’s delicious.”

Her whimper must’ve been answer enough because Anatoly let go of her breasts and urged her to kneel on the plush bathmat under her. Anatoly followed her down, kneeling behind her as Zan moved closer.

“I want you to lick the tip first,” Anatoly instructed. “Don’t worry about his size. Zan is going to stay nice and still for you. No thrusting or sudden movements.”

Anatoly’s words to Zan made her feel safe and protected. The way he ordered both of them around made Rissa think being in charge was something Anatoly got off on. Zan’s nod of compliance told her it was a familiar dynamic between the two. Everything they were doing was turning her on in ways she’d never experienced before.

She was wetter than she’d ever been, and no one had even touched her clit yet!

Zan’s eyes were dark with desire as he guided the tip to her mouth. She parted her lips and licked her tongue over the broad head. Zan sucked in a breath and shuddered, making her feel powerful.

“That’s good,” Anatoly said, lowering his head to kiss her shoulder before moving his lips to her ear. “Give him a few more licks. Nice long ones, like he’s an ice cream cone. Do you hear him moaning? You’re doing that to him. My poor Zan had no control when we first got together. He’d come if I looked at his gorgeous cock for too long. It’s been years of practice but look at how good he is now. He’s keeping perfectly still for you, sweetheart.”

“I deserve a reward,” Zan said.

“I don’t know,” Anatoly drawled, nuzzling into Rissa's neck. He scraped his teeth across her skin, making sparks of pleasure shoot down her neck. “What do you think, Rissa? Does he deserve a reward for being so patient?”

“Y-yes,” she stuttered, then tilted her head a little to give Anatoly better access to her neck. She wanted him to run his teeth against her again. Or did she want him to bite her? She’d never had anyone do that before, but suddenly she wanted it.

As if reading her mind, Anatoly opened his mouth and bit down until Rissa felt a hint of pain. Her body shook with the sensation, and she reached up to grasp the back of Anatoly’s head to hold him there.

“He’s really good at that,” Zan said, fisting his cock in front of Rissa’s face. “I love it when he bites me.”

Releasing Rissa’s neck, Anatoly licked the spot, making Rissa moan.

“Suck on the tip, Rissa,” he ordered between licks. “Use your tongue on the underside. Enjoy the feel and taste of him in your mouth.”

Rissa opened her mouth, expecting Zan to shove himself in. He didn’t. He was only an inch away from her, but he wasn’t going to close the distance. “Such a polite boy,” Rissa whispered. “Such a beautiful, respectful boy deserves to feel good.”

Zan shuddered slightly at her words. It seemed she wasn’t the only one who liked being praised during sex.

Leaning forward slightly, she sucked the tip of Zan’s dick into her mouth. The taste of pre-cum hit her tongue as she ran her tongue over the underside, feeling the ridge of his head. When she pressed the tip of her tongue into his slit, Zan cried out and shook, but he didn’t thrust.

“It feels so good,” Zan said. She rolled her eyes up to see him watching her. His lips were parted, and his pupils were blown. “Please don’t stop. So good.”

She had no intention of stopping. Sucking a little more of him into her mouth, she listened to him moan. It made her feel both sexy and powerful.

As she explored, Anatoly ran a hand down her back and squeezed her ass. It was nice, but she wanted him to go back to playing with her breasts. Then he dipped lower, reaching under her to run his fingers through her slit. She gasped around Zan’s cock and instantly parted her legs a little more to give him better access.

“She’s so wet, Zan,” Anatoly said as he explored her sex with gentle fingers. “My hand is covered by her pussy juices.”

“I want a taste,” Zan said.

“Not yet,” Anatoly answered, pressing a finger inside her. It felt so good, she moaned around Zan’s cock.

“Do you like that?” Anatoly asked as he pulled his finger out, then pressed two digits inside her. “You feel so tight around my fingers. What will it feel like when Zan’s fat cock is pressing inside of you? I know you can take him, but could you take me in your ass at the same time?”

His fingers slid out and moved back to rub slick on her back hole. He didn’t try to press in, only rubbed the outside as he talked. “With some training, we could both be inside of you.”

The thought should’ve scared her, but it made her whimper instead.

“I’ll buy you a set of toys, like I did for Zan. We’ll start with the smallest one. It’s only a little bigger than my finger,” he said as he pressed a single finger against the tight ring of muscles until the tip slid inside. “You’ll wear that plug until you get used to it. It might take a little while, but don’t worry, I’ll keep you properly clean and lubed.”

“He’s really good at training back holes,” Zan said. “You might even be able to take me back there one day.”

Anatoly made an appreciative sound. “That would be a sight I’d like to see. Your hole stretched tight around Zan. He might be big, but he’s gentle. He’d press into you very slowly until you’d think you couldn’t take anymore. He’d fill you full of cock and then pump himself inside of you until he came in your ass. While he’s doing that, I’ll be in your pussy, watching both of you fall apart. After you come, I’d start fucking you until you came again.”

The picture Anatoly painted was so strong, she gasped and pushed back against his finger, wanting more of him inside her. Guys always wanted anal sex, but this was the only time she’d ever wanted it too.

“So eager,” Anatoly said, pulling his finger free. “I know you want more, but you’ll have to wait until the toys come.”

She whimpered when his hands completely withdrew. She didn’t let go of Zan’s cock, but opened her eyes to see what Anatoly was doing. He’d opened a packet of wet wipes and was cleaning his fingers off.

“Did you stop sucking on Zan?” he asked with a smirk, tossing the wipe into a nearby trash can. “I don’t think I gave you permission to stop.”

She started working on Zan’s cock again, making the big man cry out in surprise. “Oh shit, easy or I’m going to come!”

Rissa didn’t ease back. She wanted him to fill her mouth with cum. Anatoly had other plans. Tangling his fingers in her hair, he pulled back. It wasn’t painful, and his intentions were clear. She pulled away, letting Zan’s dick pop out of her mouth. Both of them made a disappointed sound, causing Anatoly to sound an evil chuckle.

“Zan might be more resilient than any of the males you’ve ever been with,” Anatoly said as he guided Rissa back until she was sitting between his legs. “But I’ve decided on a new rule. He doesn’t get to come before you do.”

“No, it’s okay, he—oh!” Rissa started to protest but was cut off when Zan seemed to fall to the floor, grab her ankles, and pull her legs out straight.

“Good rule,” he grunted. “Another rule should be I get to do to Rissa what she did to me!”

Grabbing her thighs, he pulled her forward a little, then dove headfirst between her legs. Her shoulders fell back into Anatoly’s lap, and she screamed in shock when Zan buried his face in her sex.

Anatoly hummed with approval. “What a lovely position.”

Leaning over, he put his mouth on one of her nipples and sucked gently. Between Zan’s mouth on her clit, and Anatoly on her breast, it was as if she was being consumed alive in the best way possible.

“I can’t… I’m…” she wanted to warn them she was going to come, but her orgasm hit her hard. Screaming, her back bowed, she clutched at Anatoly’s shoulders. She’d never had one so powerful before and might’ve blacked out a little.

“Stop!” she gasped when Zan’s and Anatoly’s attentions turned almost painful. Both men immediately stopped, and she went limp, looking up at both of them with half-lidded eyes.

Zan sat back with an intensely satisfied expression on his face. He wrapped a hand around his dick and stroked as he looked her up and down.

“That’s a gorgeous sight.”

“Almost perfect,” Anatoly agreed.

“Almost?” Zan asked.

Anatoly looked down at her with a smirk. “When she’s dripping our cum out of her wet pussy, then it’ll be perfect.”

“Hell yes!” Zan agreed.

“You guys have fun,” she said with a wave of her hand. “I’ll just lay here and watch.”

“I’m afraid not, sweetheart,” Anatoly said with a mildly evil glint in his eyes. “You’re participating. I think we can wring at least one more orgasm out of you. Maybe two.”

She shook her head. “Can’t.”

“That sounds like a challenge,” Zan said, grabbing her hips and flipping her over on her belly. Her face ended up squished against Anatoly’s crotch with his throbbing cock pressed against her cheek.

“Challenge accepted,” Anatoly agreed.

Oh fuck, she was in trouble.