Page 13 of Amour Fou (Deepest Desires #2)

“ P erfect,” I breathe, praising her.

“You did so well, Alyssa.” Zeke caresses her face, soothing her and praising her further in a soft tone. She called out her safe word, and as promised, everything stopped.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” I smile softly.

“No.” She bites her bottom lip. “Please, I just… I didn’t—”

“You called your safe word, Alyssa,” Zeke confirms. “So, let us take care of you.”

Closing her eyes, she drops her head back, sighing heavily. “I just wanted the torture to stop. Nothing else.”

I look up, meeting my best friend’s gaze. Typically, we would stop everything altogether, provide aftercare, and make sure she felt safe in her room.

But that’s not what she wants.

Reaching up, I cup her face with both hands, but her eyes still remain closed. “Tell us what you want.” I slide my thumbs back and forth over her reddened cheeks.

“I don’t want to stop. Please?”

“Alyssa,” I sigh.

“Please, Xaden,” she whimpers, “please don’t stop, please let me come.”

“Z?” I question, not taking my eyes off of her because right now I don’t think I have the strength to deny her what she’s asking for. Not when she’s pleading the way she is. And more than anything, our first priority is to make sure she’s ok, that she feels safe.

“Look at me, Alyssa.” His order is subtle, and when she opens her eyes, he stares at her for a few seconds, silently considering what to do. Whether the three of us should continue or end this whole night and leave her reeling without an orgasm.

Shit, that’s punishment enough.

Something I’d never want to experience.

“Please?” Alyssa whispers. “I’m fine, I promise.”

“Xaden.” The corner of Zeke’s mouth turns up. “Give her what she wants.”

From her ankles, I slowly trace the inside of her legs, her skin covered in those little bumps of excitement, and I grin at the blatant desire she has for the both of us.

Stopping at her knees, I push her legs wider, moving them back to her chest—taking extra care with the leg that’s been bound for so long—opening her dripping cunt up to me completely, wasting absolutely no time before diving in and devouring her like the starved, desperate man I am.

Sucking her clit into my mouth, I slowly swirl my tongue around her sensitive bud. Alyssa’s so pent up with despair that it won’t take long before she explodes.

The sound that comes from her throat is a mix of a heavy groan and a cry, soon muffled by the rough kiss of Zeke as he swallows it.

I lift my mouth from her and grin wildly. “Let’s see how quick you can come for us, Butterfly.” We’ve denied her orgasms the entire time we have been in here, and for her, this release is going to be the best feeling she’s ever had.

“Are you ok?” I hear Zeke whisper concerningly in her ear.

“Y-yes… I’m… oh my God!” She exclaims, Zeke’s mouth moving straight back to hers, swallowing her cries.

Both of them massaging each other’s tongues with deep passion.

The sweet taste of her wetness exploding in my mouth causes me to release a groan that vibrates over her mound, causing her back to arch.

“Right there… ffuuuck! ” Her entire body shudders in reaction. “Please don’t stop! Not this time, I—”

“Don’t worry, baby, he’s not going to,” Zeke murmurs. Changing the position of his arms, he cups the underside of her knees, keeping them pulled back to her chest, except he widens them further. Her body moving into position beautifully.

Leaning back, I scoop up her arousal and run all four of my fingers back and forth over her clit. Her eyes squeeze shut, mouth agape, and an animalistic moan permeates the room, making my dick twitch.

“ OhmyfuckingGod …” she cries on a single heated breath.

“Yes, right there I—” I watch as her toes curl so tight they turn stark white, her jaw slack, and the scream she releases as she comes is sheer perfection.

Like music to my fucking ears. Going back in, I devour her all over again, eating her out like a man starved.

As though she’s the only thing I’ll ever want and need.

“Fuck!” she howls.

“Hold it.” I command her. “Make us proud one last time.”

Pressing down on her lower stomach like before, just above her mound, I curl three fingers inside her to meet the perfect angle for her g-spot and begin fingering her furiously.

“Yes, oh God!”

Wrapping my hand around her throat and yanking her forward, I grunt, “I don’t want to hear you say another man’s name while we’re touching you or fucking you. God isn’t here right now… just the three of us and your tight cunt.”

“Yes, okay… please,” she whimpers, choking.

“You’re just another fuck-hole for us to play with. Do you hear me?”

Nothing.

“Don’t make me repeat myself!” I croon, doing the same thing as before and rubbing her clit with perfect speed and pressure.

“Yes!” she cries out. “Use me, I don’t give a fuck, Xaden, just… just… Holy fucking shit!” Her hands are white knuckling the arms of the leather chair. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK! ”

I shove both my middle fingers inside Alyssa’s glistening cunt, her walls tightening around them, strangling them in a vice-like grip. Pressing the ball of my palm to her clit, I begin fingering her furiously.

“We own this greedy little pussy of yours,”

“Yes!” A guttural moan releases from her throat, making me smile even wider.

“This tight fuck-hole is ours to do with as we please, to fill you up like the dirty little cum rag you are, and you’ll fucking thank us for it. Every single time…” I freeze, feeling her even closer to the edge. “Won’t you?”

“Yes!” she cries out again. “Do whatever you want!”

Snaking his arm under her knee, Zeke pulls it taught towards her chest, gripping her throat and squeezing at the same time, opening her up more to me.

“Xaden pl—”

“Say my name again.” The sound of it on her lips fills me with a burning desire.

“Xaden.” She gags, due to the tightness of Zeke’s hand on her throat. “That feels s-so… good. Please… Please can I come?”

“You’re going to come, but with us inside you.”

“Oh, yes please. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Fuck!”

Looking at Zeke, I wink. “Kiss her.” I tell him.

Turning his face to her, his hand moves from her throat to her jaw. “Look at me.” He demands gently. “Words.”

“I’m fine,” Alyssa insists, “don’t make me beg anymore, just kiss me.”

Pulling her in, Zeke seals his lips against hers, both of them moaning the second the skin on their lips meet.

Taking my free hand, I take this moment to prep her back hole.

Using her arousal, I use my thumb to spread it over her asshole and rub my index finger softly at her puckered rosebud before slowly and delicately pushing it inside her bit by bit.

Another groan vibrates in her chest as I slide it in, all the way to the first knuckle .

“Filthy girl.” I grin, a devilish feeling forming over me as I watch her writhe against the finger in her ass, searching for more friction.

“More…” she begs against his lips.

“If that’s what you want, Butterfly.” Lifting her slightly, she keeps her lips attached to Zeke like a magnet, their moans turning me on further.

I find Zeke’s rock-hard cock, gripping it tightly and listening to the hiss that sounds as I do, I bring it forward and into my mouth—unable to stop myself.

“ Jesusss! ” he hisses.

I coat his rock-solid cock with my saliva, forcing it to the back of my throat and gagging the second it hits the soft part. Pulling back, I spit on it for added effect, lifting her again and angling her ass over the head of his shaft.

“You’re going to fuck yourself on his cock, Alyssa. Like the dirty girl you are.” I smack her pussy and the crown of his cock slips past the tight pink ring of her ass.

“Fuck! Oh my… I—” She stutters.

“Christ.” Zeke groans with pleasure.

“Take all of him, baby. I know you can.”

With my hands supporting her weight, I watch his cock slowly disappear inside her ass. My cock has been hanging out of my trousers since we started this thing. I grip it tightly in my hand and jerk myself a few times before rising up onto my knees.

“Look at me.”

Without missing a beat, her eyes find mine and I rub the full length of my cock through her still soaked pussy lips, coating it in her arousal and tapping the crown against her clit.

I smirk at her, leaning forward. One hand on the back of the chair, caging them in, the head of my own cock patiently breaching her entrance.

Giving her a few seconds to get used to the stretch of both her holes. I slowly slide all the way in .

“Breathe. Breathe, baby,” I croon. When she does, the sound is almost ethereal. Something I’ll never get tired of hearing. The three of us hold still still for a few seconds, giving the other time to adjust. “Are you ok?” I ask, checking in and making sure she’s doing well.

“Yes.” She hums, biting her lower lip.

“Fuck! I need to move,” Zeke breathes.

Slouching down further in the seat, keeping his legs wide to accommodate me between them and slowly… ever so fucking slowly, he begins to thrust in and out of her ass, holding the underside of her thighs so as to support the weight of her.

“Oh, shit! I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” Zeke tells her, working her nice and slow so she can get used to the feel of him, of me, inside her. “You’re doing exceptionally well, baby, so fucking good for us both. But you need to relax… and breathe.”

Releasing a shaky breath from her chest, she nods. Finally giving herself over to the both of us and relaxing perfectly.

“Thaaat’s our girl,” I praise her. “So tight, so beautiful.” Slowly, I mirror Zeke’s gentle movements. This isn’t about us, about what we want. It’s all for Alyssa, her pleasure, and her needs being met.

“More,” she pleads on a mewl. “Please… I…”

“Say it.” I lean in further, my mouth ghosting over hers. “Say it, baby, tell us what you want… say it and it’s yours.”

Looking between the both of us, her eyes shine like diamonds in the night sky. Nerves filling her to the brim.

“Please, fuck me… you both feel sooo good. And I’m so close.”

“Anything for you,” Zeke answers. Dropping my head, I kiss along her neck, and when the both of us begin to move in unison, she relaxes further and fully hands herself over to us. Two sets of hands roaming her body. Our heavy, guttural moans blending seamlessly, working in sync with one another .

“Fuck, that’s it. You both feel so fucking good,” I moan, my eyes finding Zeke’s and I lean in, kissing him. The feel of his cock rubbing against mine feels unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

“Harder, both of you. Fuck me like you hate me.”

“Alyssa, I don’t—”

“Fuck!! Just do—”

Zeke doesn’t give her a second longer, pressing his hands under her lower back, angling her up, and ploughing into her so ruthlessly that I can feel his aggression through the thin layer of skin separating us both. Following suit, we finally find a synchronic rhythm.

Skin slapping together, sweat building on our skin, my balls rubbing against his and it’s amazing. Both mine and Zeke’s ball sacks draw up at the same time, but no matter how much we are fucking desperate to come, our silent understanding explains… not until she comes first.

Always first.

Alyssa howls and I can feel her core heating, tightening, ready to let go.

“Alyssa, your cunt is squeezing my cock. Fuck,” I growl, gripping her face in both of my hands. “Brother, I’m about to fucking come, Jesus.”

“Me too!” Zeke replies through heavy pants, both of us fucking her without a single ounce of control or restraint, our moans and cries of ecstasy filling the room, overflowing into the very building work of this manor.

Zeke reaches around, flicking her clit. “Come for us, Alyssa.”

“ Ohmyfuckingfuck !”

“Fuck!” she screams. “I’m coming!”

“That’s my girl.” He croons, pressing his forehead against her temple.

Alyssa’s back arches off of Zeke’s chest and all three of us lose control in that moment. Her scream of pleasure sends Zeke and I over the edge. Both of us filling her simultaneously with thick ropes of warm cum .

“Good girl.” The praise comes from us both immediately. Our subdued breathing the only sound left in the room, as the three of us begin to come down slowly from the heaviest orgasm either of us may have ever had.