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Story: Love & Other Atrocities
“No tail?” I ask, and she giggles, then bites her bottom lip.
“Not anymore, my love, I’m sorry. I know you liked that.” She flicks her eyes up to Ben, who looks like he’s about to pass out.
“Get. That fucking dress. Off. Now,” he growls, closing his teeth around the soft skin beneath her ear. She lets out a gasp that goes straight through my body, and her eyes flutter closed.
“Ben,” I grunt, grabbing his arm. “As much as I’d love to watch you fuck her right here on the floor in this coat room, we have a whole suite upstairs with a shower, and a king-sized bed, and a fridge full of champagne. We can take our time with her.”
Ben doesn’t hesitate. He lifts her onto his shoulder, just like he did the day he tied her hands with the rosary, and she lets out a breathless giggle as I open the door and glance down the hall toward the elevators. Completely empty.
We walk quickly, and I slam the call button, then turn toward Annie, who’s still slung over Ben’s shoulder. She grabs me by the lapel of my jacket and pulls me in for a kiss. Once we’re inside the elevator, Ben sets her down and pushes her back so she’s leaning against my chest. I put my arms around her and run my teeth across the top of her exposed shoulder, taking in the generous cleavage I can see down the front of her dress.
Our suite is on the top floor of the hotel, and I have to remind Ben that there’s probably security cameras in the elevator to keep him from eating her out before we even get there. He’s practically panting by the time we reach our floor, and I can see how hard he is as we walk down the hall with Annie between us.
Not that I’m any better. My whole body is on fucking fire. I need both of them in a way that feels dangerous, unhinged, borderline maddening. I need to tear that dress off and get my hands and tongue on every inch of her, taste her in the back of my throat just to make sure she’s real. When we’re almost at our room, a tiny, irritating voice of reason breaks into the back of my mind.
“Annie,” I say quietly, “if you’re human now, do we need to be worried about…birth control? Or anything like that?”
“You better tell us now before I get this door open,” Ben grunts, whipping the key card out of his pocket, “because as soon as it closes…”
“They let me design this body myself,” Annie says with a knowing smile. “I got to choose which…parts I wanted, and which I didn’t. You won’t ever have to worry about that, Theo. I promise.”
The timing of her answer is impeccable, because Ben wrenches the door open and grabs her around the waist, making her gasp as he hauls her inside. He lifts her with both arms and carries her straight to the wall that separates the living area from the bedroom, where there’s a long, thin table meant to be a charging station for phones. She drops her shoes as he practically slams her against the wall and kisses her like a starved man. He pulls her hair roughly out of its knot and it cascades over her bare shoulders while he runs his hands over her body, then tries to slip them under her gown. He lets out a noise of frustration and takes a step back after a moment though, keeping her pinned and sitting on the narrow table.
“Could you have picked a tighter goddamn dress?” He fumbles with his belt and zipper until I see him gripping his cock, which is so hard it makes my mouth water. I remain standing across the room, waiting to see exactly what he’ll do with her. Watching them together does something to me that I can’t explain.
“I don’t give a fuck about the dress, Ben,” Annie moans, arching her back. “I need you inside me. Now.”
He doesn’t hesitate, just reaches down and holds the fabric at the top of the slit, then rips it violently outward, all the way up to her stomach, exposing her hips, her thighs, and what’s between them.
Of course, she’s not wearing any goddamn panties, and she pushes the shreds of the ruined dress aside, then spreads her legs and lifts them up, sending Ben into some kind of frenzy. Without removing any of his own clothing first, he places the head of his cock against her center and plunges into her with a loud groan. Annie gasps and grabs his shoulders as he braces one arm on the wall beside her head.
“Goddamnit, Annie,” he moans, pulling almost all the way back out and slamming into her again, making her cry out his name. “Fuck, I missed this.”
“What did you miss, Ben? Tell me,” she croons, taking his face and pulling it down so their eyes are level. She holds his gaze as he thrusts again, and they both whimper, making my own erection twitch and strain against my pants.
I move toward them, not looking away–just savoring the sight of their bodies writhing against each other, desperate for every inch of contact. In the kitchenette area, I slide my tuxedo jacket off and drop it onto the table, then undo the tie from around my neck. Ben threads his hand through her hair and jerks her head back a little as he answers the question.
“This perfect body. These delicious lips.” He kisses her, then punctuates every sentence with another thrust, slamming her back against the wall and making her toes curl. “These tits that I’m fucking dying to get my mouth on. This beautiful ass. And this tight, soaking wet cunt, that I’m not gonna stop fucking until you beg me to.”
Annie lets out a laughing moan, and her eyes snap onto me just as I open the fridge and take out a bottle of champagne.
“Come here,” she orders. I obey as if she has me on a fucking leash. There’s not a single thought in my head right now except how badly I need her, how I’d do anything for her. She reaches out as I approach and pulls me into them, kissing me hard and moaning Ben’s name into my mouth while he continues nailing her to the wall. I pull away and open the champagne bottle with a loudpop, then slip my hand around her throat.
“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” I murmur. She does, tilting her head backwards. Ben’s movements become slower and more controlled for a minute as I lift the bottle and pour the champagne into her mouth. She swallows it down as Ben’s cock slides all the way out and then buries in her pussy again. It’s so distracting, watching him fuck her, that I almost forget about the champagne, and she chokes a little. I move the bottle away, not-so-accidentally spilling some of it down the front of her dress, and pour some down Ben’s throat too, then take a few swallows myself.
“Tell us what you want, Annie,” I whisper, moving in to kiss her again. “Anything.”
“Take his clothes off,” she says. I reach for Ben’s tie, but he shifts his position and grabs the back of my neck, pulling my lips against his for a hot, punishing kiss that ends with his teeth buried in my lip. I gasp when he lets me go, but continue undoing his tie.
I can’t help watching the spot where their bodies come together as I slowly work Ben’s clothes off him. He instructs me to put the tie around Annie’s neck ‘for later’, then I remove his jacket, unceremoniously tossing it aside. Annie undoes the buttons on his shirt from the front, her hungry voice begging him for more, harder, while I stand behind him and pull it over his shoulders. Once the shirt is gone, I reach around and slide his pants and boxers down his legs so he can step out of them.
“Now, stay on your knees,” Annie tells me, and I do, looking up at them, completely at their mercy in every single way. “Ben, let him taste us. I think he’s probably forgotten.”
Ben grins and slides his cock out, leaving her empty and dripping onto the remnants of her gown. Fuck, I want to bury my face between her legs and taste it as she comes on my tongue, but I know I’ll get my chance. I wrap my hand around Ben’s shaft and run my tongue over his head, drinking in the way Annie tastes on his skin. He cups the back of my neck and pushes, forcing my mouth wider until he’s almost all the way at the back of my throat.
“Well?” he says softly, and all I can do is close my eyes and moan in response.
He slides his cock out of my mouth and I just murmur, “I need more.” I’m ready to beg for it if I have to.
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