“Both of you is too much,” Paul said, his voice choked with desire. “I won’t last.” “You’ll last,” Danny said confidently. “Now stop arguing with me. I want you to
seduce her. Make her ache. You said you could, so prove it.”
Eve wanted to tell Paul that she was already aching, because her body had tightened in anticipation, but her voice trapped in her throat as Paul lifted his head and stared at her. She’d never seen his eyes so stormy as they ran over her. A longing she could hardly fathom showed on his angelically beautiful face.
“Okay,” he said softly in a voice that caused pleasure to shoot through Eve’s body.
Eve’s breathing became uneven and shallow when Paul suddenly got on his hands and knees on the floor next to Danny, his eyes still holding her immobile as he crawled to the bed. Like his voice that was strangely seductive when he wanted it to be, he had somehow mastered the ability to move in a slow, seductive manner that made her hungry in a way she had never experienced before.
“May I undress you?” he asked as he moved over her on the bed, forcing Eve to fall back ungracefully against the mattress as she stared up at him with wide eyes. “You can say no.”
“Why would I do that?” Eve choked, still gaping up at him as he hovered over her on his hands and knees, straddling her hips, providing her with the divine view of his perfect upper body.
“Maybe you don’t think I deserve it,” he offered as he tilted his head, his eyes resting on the curves of her breasts straining against the tight corset.
“I—” Eve started, her voice failing her once more as she looked up at Paul, watching the desire play over his features as he looked down at her as if she were the
most beautiful woman on earth. It was probably one of the most erotic moments of her life and she couldn’t even place why exactly. Perhaps it was in the sound of his voice, his seductive movements and the way his blue eyes softened as he looked at her. He entranced her in a way that blocked out all sense of reasoning aside from the instinctual need to have him. She reached up, cupping his chin with her open palm and sighed, “Undress me. I want your hands on me.”
He studied her face intently, apprehension swirling in his eyes and it hit Eve then what she was suddenly in the middle of. Somehow, Danny had steered her into the deepest, most dangerous waters and she had followed him blindly because her trust in him had become absolute. This was going to change all of them. It was a blind leap of faith that was going to test the friendship and love she shared with both of them. She hadn’t stopped to consider the ramifications, but Paul had already considered them for her. The look on his face was concern for her and her alone.
“I’m sure,” she whispered, answering his unspoken question, knowing Paul would use his safe word without hesitation if he weren’t positive she was really okay with everything. She gave him a smile, feeling her heart swell with a fresh surge of love for him. “I want this.”
Paul swallowed hard and nodded, his gaze falling to her breasts once more as he reached out and tugged on the laces that tied her corset together, pulling the bow undone in a way that seemed to seal their fate. Then he leaned down, burying his face in the curve of her neck, dragging his tongue slowly up to her ear and whispered, “Thank you.”
“Mmm,” she hummed because anything else was beyond her.
Eve’s fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her as he worked at pulling the laces free of her corset while he licked and kissed her skin reverently. When he tossed the laces aside, he pushed her corset apart, letting it fall to her arms and revealing her breasts. He moved lower, his lips trailing down her chest, his tongue running between the valley of her breasts before he sucked one hardened tip into his mouth.
Eve moaned, her back arching off the bed as her fingers tightened in his hair. The two of them forgot Danny for the moment and became teenagers again, falling back to a time when every touch and subtle nuance between them made the pleasure a thousand times more powerful because they loved and wanted each other in a way only first time lovers could. Doing this in front of Danny was easily the most deviant thing Eve had ever done, but she didn’t notice. Being with Paul felt effortless and pure, as if the heavens had designed them to be together like this, with his hard, muscular bare chest pressed against her soft breasts as he leaned up and captured her lips with a groan that told her he was as lost as she was.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he arched into her, his hard cock sliding against the smooth skin of her stomach as his tongue swept into her mouth when her lips parted to his. Their kiss was hot and fevered, somewhat sloppy as they both relived the enthusiasm of youth. Their bodies started coming together in an erotic prequel to mating where they strained against each other, moving on pure instinct. Eve felt herself
teetering on edge from just that because they had perfected the art of dry fucking each other a long time ago.
“Watch his back,” Danny cut in, dragging Eve back to reality.
She realized her fingers were digging into Paul’s shoulders and she groaned, letting go of him to reach behind her and grip at the blanket to keep from losing track of herself. “Shit,” she rasped, arching fully into Paul, who had buried his face into the curve of her neck and was worshiping her with soft, breathless kisses. “I’m gonna come.”
“God, me too,” Paul groaned, grinding harder against her, forcing her leather pants to rub against her clit in a way that had her choking back a scream. “You’re hot, Evie Girl. So fucking hot. I want to be in you. I need it.”
“Then do it,” she choked out, wondering why they were doing this when he could be fucking her legitimately, with that thick, hard cock that had always made her ache so good sliding into her body that was aching for him. She reached between them, pulling at the ties of her pants frantically. “Get ‘em off.”
Paul took over the task. Gone was his slow seduction as he worked at the laces with practiced ease and then tugged at her pants, pulling them past her hips. He moved down her body, his lips running over her breasts, sucking on her nipples before he fell to his knees on the floor. He pulled her pants and underwear fully off as he kissed and licked her stomach in a way that had her writhing for more.
Eve pulled off her corset and tossed it aside and then lay sprawled out and wantonly naked on the bed, knowing both men were staring at her hotly as she reached down and touched herself. She felt as if she would die if she didn’t find a release from the building pressure of desire that was raging inside her. Eve pushed two fingers deep into her wet pussy, desperate to feel some sort of penetration.
“Fuck,” Paul groaned as he pulled away from where he was kissing her stomach. Eve lifted her head, looking down at Paul with heavy eyes to see him staring at what her fingers were doing with a look of rabid hunger. His voice because wispy and enthralled as he said, “I like when you touch yourself. That’s hot. I’ve always thought that was hot. I wanna taste you.”
Eve scooted lower on the bed, so that her hips rested at the edge of it. She sat up, her weight resting on her forearm. She tilted her head to watch the desire and hunger play over Paul’s face as he stared down at her with the look of a man enthralled.
Eve pulled her fingers out of her, holding them up to him. “So taste.”
Paul groaned, grabbing her hand and sucking her fingers into his mouth with a low, sated groan as his eyes drifted close. Eve’s pussy clenched in jealousy that had her shifting against the edge of the bed as his tongue ran over each of her fingers sensually and then sucked harder, reminding her of what he looked like sucking Danny’s cock. He had that same rapt expression on his face, as if he were tasting the divine and Eve found herself in awe of such a sexually potent man kneeling in front of her, sucking on her fingers just for the taste of her.
When he released her, he pushed her legs apart and then dipped down to run his tongue over her, doing it just for the taste rather than to cause pleasure, but it made no difference, Eve fell back against the bed as bliss washed over her. She arched into him, her fingers finding their way back into his hair as his low groan rumbled against the most sensitive part of her.
“We’re not doing this,” Danny snapped, reminding both of them he was still there as he dropped down to his knees next to Paul on the floor in front of Eve. He reached out, grabbing Paul’s chin and forcing him away from Eve. “You start licking her and you’ll be there all night. I’m not waiting that long.”
“Are you kidding?” Eve gasped out in disbelief as her entire body mourned the loss of Paul’s mouth. “You cannot be this cruel.”
“I can, actually,” Danny lifted dark eyes to her. An evil smirk tugged at his full lips as he said, “I’m very cruel when I want to be, so behave before you find out what I’m really capable of. I want to taste too, Evie.”
Eve glared at him, but didn’t argue as he used his grip on Paul’s chin to pull him forward. She suddenly forgot her anger when Danny leaned down and captured Paul’s lips in a hard, unforgiving kiss, his tongue pushing past his lips that parted with a breathy moan.
Paul arched into him when Danny’s fingers tangled into his hair, fisting it tightly and jerking his head back viciously. He kissed him deeper, easily conquering what was his. Eve watched his tongue plunge in and out of his mouth as he angled Paul’s head to the side, forcing him to take what he was giving. Danny reached around with his other hand and gripped at Paul’s hard ass, forcing their bodies tightly together and grinding into him.
“I think I’m going to toy with you before I fuck you,” Danny whispered in a wicked voice against Paul’s mouth. “I still owe you for that cock-sucking trick. That made me angry.”
“I’m sorry,” Paul choked, his eyes rolling back as leaned more deeply into Danny. “I’m so sorry, Danny Boy. I should have never done that. I appreciate you. I—”
“Save the submissive bullshit,” Danny growled at him as he tugged his head back farther and stared down at Paul with malice shining in his dark eyes. “When I say I want to toy with you what should your response be?”
Paul groaned, his body becoming languid in obvious arousal as he became fully captive to Danny. “Yes, Master,” he whispered in a voice that was gravelly with desire. “M-my response is supposed to be ‘Yes, Master’.”
“Very good,” Danny said, a pleased smile tugging at his lips as he stared down at Paul as if admiring how easily he could control him. “Now go sit on the bed in front of Eve. I’m making you both wait until I’m ready.”
“Oh God,” Eve groaned, but reached down to grab Paul when he made a move to crawl back onto the bed. “Talk about cock blocked.”
“Be silent, Evie,” Danny snapped at her as he moved over to run his hands up the curves of Paul’s waist.
Evie wrapped her arms around Paul, letting him lean back against her as they both sat at the edge of the bed. If Danny was going to be an asshole, the least she could do is offer Paul comfort while he tortured him. She ran her hands over the hand muscles of his chest as Danny leaned down to kiss the flat plane of Paul’s stomach.
“Be careful of his back,” Danny said warningly and then lifted his head to look up at Paul. “Put your arms around her neck. I don’t want you touching me while I do this.”
Paul did as told, reaching behind him to wrap his arms around Eve’s neck, pulling her closer to him. His head lolled to the side and Eve took the invitation, running her lips softly over the curve of his neck.
“Bite him.”
“What?” Eve gasped, glaring down at Danny over Paul’s shoulder. “I’m not biting him.”
“I’m your Master,” Danny growled in a low, furious voice. “Do what I tell you.”
Eve continued to glare at Danny, but she had to notice that Paul’s breathing had become labored. Time hadn’t change that much; she still knew when something excited him. Feeling Danny’s eyes on her, she licked her lips and then bit Paul before she could think better of it, sinking her teeth sharply into the soft spot in the curve of his neck.
Paul’s reaction was automatic, his entire body tightened and he arched into Danny. “Fuck,” he ground out through clenched teeth.
Danny took the head of Paul’s cock into his mouth in the next second, swirling his tongue over it. His eyes lifted knowingly to Eve, his gaze silently conveying the reminder that the snake and Eve were supposed to work together.
“Oh, fuck,” Paul groaned when Danny took him deeper. His hips thrust forward in a silent plea for more. “I c-can’t take it. I won’t last.”
“You’ll last,” Danny said as he released him only to reach out and stroke the length of him, his eyes falling to Paul’s cock with the look of a child playing with his favorite toy. “I don’t want you to talk anymore. Your rambling is an annoyance. Be silent or you’re going to be sitting there a very long time.”
“Shit,” Paul choked out, his body became weak and heavy in Eve’s arms as he leaned more fully back against her, his thumbs rubbing over the curve of her neck softly despite the situation he found himself in. When the last of the resistance fell out of him, his head lolled to the side on Eve’s shoulder and he whispered in defeat, “I’ll be silent.”
Danny smiled up at Eve, his eyes meeting hers once more as he continued to stroke Paul’s cock. “You promised.”
“Fine,” she said, her voice not nearly as fierce as she’d like it because Paul’s desire was potent enough to be catching. She pushed her hips more tightly against his lower back to still the ache between her legs as she leaned down and kissed Paul’s neck once more. “We’ll work together.”
Danny sucked and teased Paul’s cock while Eve kissed and bit him, her teeth leaving marks over his shoulders and down the curves of his neck. Together the two of them had him completely breathless and desperate in minutes. His entire being pulsed with longing, but amazingly he stayed silent save his low moans whenever Eve bit him hard enough or Danny sucked him deeply. She had never seen anyone more desperate for release. Doing this to Paul felt crueler than the whipping, forcing him to endure this level of pleasure, both of them playing into his fetish to the point that his breathing became so ragged she was afraid he may actually pass out under the force of the onslaught. But Eve found herself moving and shifting with him on the edge of the bed as she watched Danny torment him with pleasure. She was every bit as desperate as Paul, rubbing herself against his lower back shamelessly, knowing he could feel how wet she was. She told herself it was her newly discovered voyeurism fetish making her so wantonly desperate. Her own labored breathing had the images she was fighting to keep her eyes open to watch going fuzzy around the edges.