Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

Annie

My palms are sweaty, and my heart beats a mile a minute, but the words I share with Monte and Lorcan are probably the truest I've ever spoken.

I can be everything they need. I'm so incredibly determined to twist and turn myself inside out to be what they need.

"My sweet, sweet girl." Monte's voice is soothing to my ragged nerves and when his warm, heavy hand rests on my shoulder, I have to suppress the urge not to shiver or react in any physical way.

"We don't want you to be what we need. All we want is for you to be you. Whichever you that is, will be nothing but perfection."

My heart skips a beat. Like it does in romance novels and movies. Even their words are too perfect.

"Do you understand the rules, pretty girl?"

I look up at the two men standing over me and nod in response before licking to wet my suddenly dry lips .

"The power lies with me. I can stop whatever is happening at any time with my chosen safeword. I'm clean, tested just before coming back home. I'm on the pill and have a list of limits I can give you whenever you're ready for it."

I'm mostly making shit up, but I've read enough books to know at least the basics ?and Jackson had worked through at least some of this with me during my initial training with him. But I've never had to formally answer a question like that before, nor have I had to have this kind of discussion with anyone other than him.

"Hmm," Monte responds, his thumb tracing my bottom lip before pushing down on it, gently encouraging me to open my mouth for him. "Any hard limits we need to know before we start?"

"No scat, golden showers or blood play. No permanent marks or heavy impact. I like to be restrained, or have my senses taken away, but never ever ignored or left alone for too long." My mouth is getting dry, but I can feel my chest puff up with pride at my being able to communicate my limits so clearly.

"You're such a good girl," Lorcan praises as he steps up behind Monte, his one hand curling around his husband's waist while the other digs into my hair and forces my gaze his way. "And what do you like, lovely?" His face is set into a clever smirk, his eyes sparkling with an unfamiliar emotion.

I want to answer him, more than anything I want to earn even more praise, but I'm not sure how to answer him, because with everything that happened with my ex, I'm not sure I ever explored what I liked.

The only thing I have to go on is what I enjoyed doing with him .

"I'm still learning." I respond with the only answer that makes any kind of sense. "But I do like trying new things and exploring." I shrug as I talk and enjoy the fiery look in both men's eyes as they stare down at me.

"But you like being on your knees for us, Annie, darling?" Monte asks.

My head bobs up and down in an eager yes. "Very much."

"Does it make your pussy weep, naughty girl?" His voice turns husky and his eyes flash when a whimper escapes my lips. "Oh, it does, you filthy girl. You enjoy being a dirty girl for your Daddies, don't you?"

At the word Daddies, I'm pretty sure my body lights on fire. My entire body aches with a need so fierce it's like a physical pain.

"What else do you like?" Lorcan asks, his tone conversational. He takes a step away from Monte, closer to me, and walks around me. With his new position behind me, it's impossible to keep my gaze trained on both of them, and I can't decide where to focus my attention.

A lone finger trails up one arm, across my shoulder, around my lower neck and follows the opposite trajectory along the other side. I can't believe such a simple touch lights my nerve endings on fire the way it does.

"I bet you like it when your Daddies use that naughty mouth. You look like you'd enjoy being covered in your Daddies' cum."

My empty pussy clenches with hunger, and my mouth falls open, letting a small mewl out.

"Look at that Monte," Lorcan says to his partner. "She's begging for it. Do you think we should give it to her?"

My head swivels to look back at Lorcan, but he isn't looking at me. His focus is on Monte's crotch and when I follow his gaze, it's to find the other man busy unbuckling his belt. I'm so close to finally getting a taste of one of these delicious men, and I'm not sure how on earth this is even happening.

Lorcan's hand cups the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair, and he gently strokes the sensitive skin at the base of my neck. "You're going to open your mouth for your Daddy, hungry girl, and you're going to let him feed you his large, meaty, hard cock." He must be bent over because his voice is right by my ear, and his breath is hot on my neck, eliciting a shiver from me.

"Look at you, begging for it. Such a perfect cum-slut for her Daddies." His praise mixed with the dirty talk is a new experience for me, and it wakes me up in a way I've never experienced before.

And then Monte has his pants pushed down and that big, meaty cock of his out.

Lorcan wasn't wrong. It looks fucking delicious. Licking my lips in anticipation, I'm quick to open my mouth wide for him.

"That's it, good girl. Take him. Take it all," Lorcan praises me as Monte feeds me his impressive erection. The large, veiny, velvety heat quickly fills my mouth, and I savor the salty taste on my tongue. I'm not sure what Monte would prefer, so instead of trying to take some kind of control I keep my jaw slack, my lips spread wide and my tongue out as far as I can to make space for him. I am a good girl, and I can wait for my Daddy to tell me what he wants.

And he doesn't disappoint.

A strong hand cups my jaw, softly clasping it. "Suck for me, pretty girl. Suck me like your life depends on it. "

Moaning around him, I do exactly as he asks, and use him like the tastiest lollipop I've ever had. With my hands carefully clasped on my lap, I move up on my knees to bring me in at a better angle.

I'm wet beyond reason, and I'm so needy for them, but I have a purpose now. I have a job to do. Make my Daddy feel good. Even if he's only my Daddy for right now.

My head bobs on him, and I take as much of his cock in as possible, feeling him hit the back of my throat, but I do my best not to gag. I want to do this for him. No, I need to do this for him. This has to be the best blow job in the history of all blow jobs because he deserves it.

"Fuck, pretty girl, you have the most amazing mouth," Monte moans. The hand previously cupping my jaw is now holding onto my head while he stares at me. "Are you going to open up more? Will you let Daddy fuck your tight throat, Annie, darling?"

Now, there is nothing I want more than to let him do that, so I nod around his cock and open as wide as I can.

His hips move forward, slowly at first. When he hits the back of my throat this time, I have a fleeting moment of panic that I won't be able to do this for him. But when he pulls out again, Lorcan crouches down on the floor next to me, his large form surrounding me. "You can do this, and even if you can't, that's okay. All we want is for you to enjoy this as much as we are, okay?"

I nod again, and Lorcan rewards me with a stunning smile before he leans across to kiss me on my neck. The angle is awkward, and I know he must be uncomfortable, but his attention is exactly what I need to get out of my head.

Monte must sense that I've relaxed again because he continues his thrusts into my mouth, but this time his one hand is wrapped in my hair, while his other holds onto his husband's lush locks.

"Fucking hell, this is every fantasy come to life. That's it, babygirl," Monte gushes as he continues to fuck my mouth like he owns it. His thrusts increase in momentum and pretty soon, I'm used to it enough to relax my throat so he can go even deeper.

He cuts off my oxygen just long enough to make things just a smidge more exciting, and the lack of air adds an extra element of fun to our play.

"I'm going to come," he warns.

I whimper around his cock, needy and ready for him to give me what I want. I deserve this. I've worked hard for it.

Seconds later Monte pulls out, and I'm on the verge of crying out in protest when Lorcan grabs his cock right in front of my face and gives it two fierce pumps.

That's the only warning I get before thick white ropes of cum shoot out of him and all over the lower half of my face and my chest.

"Holy shit, Annabelle. You're fucking perfect." Monte's tone is reverent, and he falls down onto his knees next to Lorcan and I.

And then the most amazing, yet weirdest thing ever, happens to me.

Both men set about slowly licking off Monte's cum, cleaning me up while simultaneously making me even hornier than I was to start off with.

And when their lips meet and their tongues tangle? Well, I'm not ashamed to admit I whimper with need.