Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

EDEN

Somehow, we managed to get to the end of the movie without fucking.

We finished the cupcakes and beer—an interesting taste combination—and the guys sat with one hand in my lap. I sat with each of mine in theirs. Their cocks were erect and straining, and my pussy was wet, but we restrained ourselves. Not because we didn't want to interrupt the movie, but I suspected we all had the same thing on our minds.

The fact this was an actual date, and Brock listening to us when we moved onto our second dessert.

The way he touched me the other night before Kage picked me up lingered in my thoughts. That and the promise I’d made. I wanted to do what he'd told me to do. I wanted to obey when he said to bring them home for him to enjoy. The idea gave me more flutters of excitement, and made me so aroused, I might come with a glance from the right angle. I couldn't remember being more aroused in my life.

Admittedly, I was a little tempted to find out what Brock would do if I didn't bring the guys home for him. I had a feeling whatever it was, I'd like it. For now though, I wanted to enjoy both guys, and know my mother's former husband was right there on the other side of the wall. Listening as they fucked his former stepdaughter. Imagining himself doing those things to me.

I wanted him to. Now I'd given in to that first bit of temptation, I wanted more of it. I didn't care if he'd fucked my mother with his cock, I wanted to feel him sliding it into my pussy. I wanted him to pound into me before spilling himself into my body. I wanted to scream out his name when he made me come.

I'd seen the handcuffs on his bed and I wanted him to use them on me.

"What are you thinking?" Mitch whispered. "Are they dirty thoughts?"

I swallowed and nodded.

"Tell us," Jagger insisted. His voice was just as low, but more demanding.

"I was thinking about Brock restraining me on his bed," I whispered. "I was thinking how it would feel to have him on top of me. Inside me."

"What would he do to you?" Jagger asked. "What do you want him to do? Tell us what you picture in your head."

"I'm picturing myself lying on top of the covers, my hands above my head," I whispered. "In handcuffs. I'm picturing him with something sharp. A knife or a pair of scissors. He's cutting the clothes off my body. Snip by snip until I'm naked." I mimed a pair of scissors with my fingers.

"He's tossing the scraps of fabric aside. He's looking at me while he takes off his clothes. His cock is big and hard. Leaking."

"What do you want him to do with that cock?" Mitch asked.

"I want to spread my legs and let him ram it inside me," I said. I was so turned on, I might come if one of them blew on my clit.

"Picture him climbing on top of you," Jagger said. "You're spreading your legs to take him in. All of him, all the way to his balls."

I groaned. I swallowed hard to keep from touching myself.

"He's so big. I'm so full. He's thrusting inside me, moving slowly. He keeps looking at me, watching me while he's fucking me. He's calling me his slut and telling me to take all of him."

Everything was so clear in my mind, as though he was right there, his weight pressing down on me.

"You're our slut," Jagger said. "His and Kage's and ours. You're going to take all of our cocks, because that's what you're made for."

I moaned. "Please," I whispered. "I need to be fucked."

Mitch echoed my moan. "Fucking hell, I'm so hard."

"Then we need to get Eden home," Jagger said. "Both of you stay here in the back. Don't touch each other and don't touch yourselves."

Mitch grunted with annoyance, but nodded and placed his fists on his thighs to either side of his visible erection. "Drive fast or I'm going to lose my load in my jeans."

Jagger smirked. "Think unsexy thoughts. Think about losing the next five games in a row."

"That's not unsexy, that's a horror story," Mitch complained.

"Sorry, not sorry." Jagger pushed out of the car and hurried to the driver's seat. He put it back up and jumped in.

I didn't miss his wince as he landed on the seat. He adjusted his pants before he started the engine and headed home.

We barely got through the door before we were tearing at each other's clothes.

The house was in darkness. I presumed Brock was in bed, waiting once again for me to be fucked in mine. Part of me wanted to slip into his room and slide myself down his cock. But I had Jagger and Mitch to satisfy, and to satisfy me.

Plus, Brock told me he wanted to wait until he was ready to have me.

Somehow, we made it into my room and onto my bed. Mitch lay beside me and captured my mouth with his, while Jagger knelt between my knees and slammed his cock all the way into me, right to his balls.

I cried out in surprise and pleasure at the suddenness of his thrust.

"You're so fucking wet," he groaned. "So fucking good." He locked his eyes on mine. "Tell us what you are."

I was practically panting when I replied, "Your slut. I'm your slut!"

I pictured Brock’s expression when he heard me cry those words out. Pictured his hand curling around his length.

"Jagger," I panted. "Fuck me as hard as you can. I want your cock, all of it. Fuck me like you hate me."

That was exactly what he did. He pulled all the way out and slammed back in with a fierce grunt. He pulled back out, rolled me over and pulled me up on to all fours. He grabbed hold of a fistful of hair and held me while he rammed back into me.

Over and over he slammed and slammed, while I cried out the combination of pleasure and pain. This was exactly what I needed tonight.

Mitch knelt beside me, turned my face toward him and shoved his cock between my lips. "Our slut is going to take my cock too."

I opened my mouth and he pushed himself in until the head of his cock tapped my throat. I gagged, but I didn't pull away. Couldn't anyway, with Jagger holding me in place by my hair.

All the while, I pictured Brock, sliding his hand up and down his cock. A new image sprang into my mind. Kage lying beside him, doing the same to his own erection. Turning to Brock and working his at the same time. Brock leaning back against the headboard, eyes half-closed.

Mitch reached under me to roll my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then pinched it.

I cried out with pleasure around my mouthful, but didn't stop sucking and teasing him with my tongue.

"You like that." He slid his hand from my breast, over my stomach and between my legs. He ran his fingers over my pussy, avoiding my clit until I looked at him, silently begging him to touch me there.

Eventually, he circled my clit with his fingertips. He barely touched, but it was enough to make me come, shuddering and screaming around his cock.

"Make her come again," Jagger said. He didn't slow his ceaseless thrusting, while his hand tightened in my hair. He held absolutely nothing back. Every centimetre, every pound, he put everything into each one. His cock hit me all the way through, filling me tight and hard.

"You heard the man," Mitch said. "He wants our slut to come again. You're going to do what he says, aren't you?" He worked me with his fingers while fucking my mouth as hard as Jagger was fucking my pussy.

I managed a slight nod and sound of agreement in the back of my throat. I never thought I'd enjoy being called something like that, but when they did it, I wanted more of it. I wanted to be their slut. I wanted them to use me in every way possible. I wanted them to fuck me like they owned me. I'd take every bit, every drop.

More than that, I wanted them to fuck me like they hated me and wanted to take all of their anger out on me. Before, when we'd fucked, they'd both held back. We all had. I didn't want that anymore. I wanted us all to let go.

I closed my eyes and focused on sucking Mitch, working him with my mouth as hard as I could. I move my hips in rhythm with Jagger, grinding myself onto Mitch's hand. The rest of the world disappeared and all that was left was our bodies moving in sync, pants and groans, grunts and sweat.

I was so aroused, I was quick to come for a second time and then a third. On the last orgasm, Jagger and Mitch both came, straining and thrusting before they both went still, spilling their load into my pussy and down my throat.

Gasping, I pulled myself off Mitch's cock, but held his release in my mouth. I waited until Jagger slid out of me before I turned around and pressed my lips to his. I pushed my tongue between them, insisting he opened his mouth before I squirted Mitch's cum inside.

Jagger blinked a couple of times in surprise before swallowing it down and licking his lips. "Tasty."

"That was fucking hot," Mitch said. He flopped down onto the bed, his skin shining with perspiration.

I lowered myself down more carefully. My pussy hurt after the pounding Jagger gave me, but it was absolutely perfect. Pleasure and pain. And something more. Somehow, it felt intimate in a way sex with them hadn't felt before. I'd never felt so connected to both of them.

The voice in the back of my mind still held on to a whisper of doubt. Did they feel the same way?