Page 17 of Hearts Etched in Glass (The Afton Adders #2)

Beggin, Maneskin

If this is a dream, I do not want to wake up.

I would beg any God to let me stay in this moment forever .

I belong somewhere. I belong to two individuals that do not want to harm me, that do not want to shame me but instead make me whole.

Tilly walks over to the love seat in her bedroom.

Crossing her legs and draping her arms over the back of the leather, she sits, exuding reverence, with her head high.

At the far side of the room, Bobby and I stand next to one another.

He peers between Tilly and I, then parts his fingers through his hair.

“Are you going to be my good boys?” Tilly’s voice is heady with lust, as we nod in unison. Every muscle in my body tightens and blood courses through my veins. I can hear Bobby give a throaty hum, as I hear the rustling of his coat, sliding off his arms.

“Good. Now get on your knees and crawl to me,” she demands like a goddess, lifting one hand and motioning towards us.

My hands twist together, fingers turning my rings, as tingles dance across my fingertips.

Bobby begins stripping off his buttoned shirt and throws it onto the floor.

Slowly lowering to the ground, I admire his back muscles as they tense.

His corded forearms flex once his palms caress the floor.

His gaze is deliberate and hungry as he stares at our girl.

“Marcus, you going to follow orders?” Bobby asks in a seductive tone.

So, I crouch down rolling up the sleeves on my black shirt and watch as Tilly’s chest rises and falls gently.

Her pouty lips slightly part, as she sits perfectly on her makeshift throne.

I get on my knees and lean forward. Each placement of my hands in tune with Bobby's movements.

My hands are trembling, while my breathing becomes erratic.

He looks like a tiger stalking his prey, this fantasy I could have never dreamt of within my own imagination.

My dick strains in my pants, begging to be set free.

Admiring Bobby approach the fur rug, caused my movements to stall.

Him and Tilly glance in my direction as he states, "Come now love.

We won't bite, unless you ask." Then he gives me a teasing wink that provides the reassurance I need to keep crawling forward.

Once I reach towards the soft, snow-white rug.

I’m unable to help the needy feeling that flows through my body, I want her so bad.

I want them both to consume my spirit and own every part of me.

Peering over at Bobby, my mouth waters at the veins protruding from his powerful arms. His white-blond hair is shining in the dimly lit room as his bright blue eyes lock onto me, yearning.

We are both at Tilly’s feet, on all fours, awaiting her direction.

She lifts one leg and perches it upon my shoulder.

“Take off my stockings.” I slowly rise onto my knees, as my hands delicately handle her ankle, placing her foot on my chest. But as I reach for the tip of her knee-high stockings, her toes push at my sternum.

“With your teeth.” It is a lustrous order, and blood rushes to my groin.

This is so intoxicating. The essence of forbidden, the sexual tension, the promise of pleasure, my head begins to feel light.

Taking a steady breath, I lean my mouth to the tip of her stocking, my gaze never leaving hers as I draw it down with my bare teeth. I notice how her pupils blow at the sight of me submissive to her magic.

“Are you going to leave me lonely, darling? Or may I do something to make you feel good?” Bobby’s voice mutters beside me. In my peripheral I see him move towards Tilly’s beckoning hand. When I take one stocking off, I move behind Bobby and begin undressing her other side.

Her hand wraps around Bobby’s throat. “Only if you beg, my love. Beg to use those fucking lips on me.” Then she gives a wicked chuckle as Bobby pleads through her grasp.

“Please. Please darling let me touch you. Let me drink the pleasure from you and feel you writhe under my tongue.” Tilly lifts her skirt to her hips and shoves his head between her legs .

“You will not inhale for air until I come, understand?” Bobby nods his head as I realize I have ceased my administrations. My teeth are still gripping the stocking, but I am midway at her calf, watching their intimate moment.

Her eyes flicker to mine, as my breath catches in my throat.

“Hurry, darling, or you won’t get your reward.

” I peel down the stocking between my teeth and toss it to the side.

As I sit back on my heels, Tilly throws back her head, her gorgeous hair cascading onto the back of the couch as she moans in pleasure.

Bobby’s head is moving with fervor, both arms looped around her thighs.

“Fuck!” she moans, then pushes Bobby’s head away and shifts to stand from the seat.

Tilly unzips her skirt and I watch as it flows to the floor, then she begins unbuttoning her shirt in a teasing fashion.

Her eyes gaze between Bobby and I, as we watch engrossed in her aura as she undresses.

A small burlesque show just for us. She looks like one of those marble statues that was found in ancient Greece.

Her beautiful curves are on full display in black, lace lingerie.

She reaches for Bobby, shoving his trousers to the ground, exposing his throbbing cock.

Tilly pushes him back onto the couch and kneels down before him.

Wrapping her lips around his swollen flesh, Bobby gives a guttural moan at the contact and laces his fingers through her golden hair.

His eyes find mine as pleasure etches across his face.

“Marcus.” Lifting his hand, Bobby reaches for me, and I take a step towards him to place my hand in his.

The force of the pull nearly has me toppling onto Tilly, but I brace myself with my other hand on the couch.

His nose is nearly touching mine, as I feel his free hand grip my locks to pull me to his lips.

I happily abide. My body sings at the contact.

My dick is aching in my pants as our tongues dance with one another.

He gently toys with my bottom lip, then bites it tenderly.

I pepper soft kisses on his cheekbone as my tongue finds his ear lobe and sucks on it.

The feel of his hand tightening in my hair as he pulls me back to his lips is euphoric.

I hear a small ‘pop’ from Tilly as I presume she has moved off Bobby’s swollen member.

Her body turns beneath me as Bobby and I continue kissing, but she breaks our kiss.

Standing between us she orders Bobby to take her panties off with her teeth.

He obliges as Tilly reaches for my trousers and begins unbuttoning them, freeing me from their confines.

She pulls my belt from the loop then wraps it around my neck.

When Bobby is done ridding her from her garment, she playfully pushes him back onto the couch, then gracefully climbs on top of him.

She still faces me, as her back is towards Bobby, her knees on either side of his thighs, as she begins to lower herself onto him.

Bobby palms her ass as she moves painstakingly slow and I can't help but pull on the leather belt draped around my neck.

Fuck, that is a beautiful sight .

The slow rolling of her hips reminds me of the roll of an untamed ocean.

Bobby curses at the pleasure she delivers him, as she exhales in passion.

My cock stands bare in front of her, begging to be touched, and almost like she can hear my plea, Tilly leans forward as her tongue licks the bottom of my shaft.

My balls tighten at the sensation, as I beg her to do it again.

Her petite hands guide mine to her shoulders, urging me to hold onto her as she swallows me whole.

She gently grabs the leather belt in her hand.

It slowly tightens and loosens depending on her motions as she takes my cock in her mouth .

I can’t breathe with the amount of ecstasy that consumes my body.

Nerve endings are humming in every direction at her touch, her mouth, the connection.

It is interrupted by the pull of the belt wrapped around my neck.

I lurch forward, crashing onto Bobby’s lips as Tilly continues to hallow out her cheeks around my dick.

I can feel how Bobby juts into her with his hips as she slowly bobs up and down on my cock, causing a magnificent sensation.

“I want to try something,” Bobby breathlessly says as he halts his motions. He leans forward, arms moving from Tilly’s hips to encircle her torso and whispers something in her ear.

Curiosity tries to gain the best of my mind, but I try to focus on the pleasure Tilly is gifting me.

Bobby pulls the belt around my neck so I lean close, but instead of kissing me, his face is flush with mine.

“We are going to become one. I need you to coat my fingers with that dirty mouth of yours.” I nod incandescently, then Bobby’s two fingers slowly stroke my bottom lip.

My tongue slowly caresses his fingers, then I suck them into my mouth.

Coating them with the taste of me. When I give him as much as he needs, I watch as he draws back his two fingers and spits on them.

Tilly is making me feel too much pleasure and I am afraid I may come down her throat before we can begin our next act.

But she ceases her movements when Bobby slowly pushes his fingers behind her, the small scratches of her nails ebbed into my thighs as he opens her from behind.

The pads on my fingers skim her collarbone, as I guide her face to look up at mine.

“Are you well?” I ask with some concern in my tone. I don’t want her to be in pain and I understand how that can be uncomfortable. A half-smile plays upon her gorgeous lips as she leans to kiss my thigh.

My thumb strokes her soft cheek as she leans into my touch.

I feel her breath on my skin as she gasps on my thigh. Bobby’s fingers are moving in pace with his hips as his cock is buried inside her. Her body moves alongside me, as he languidly pumps into her.

“Darling, do you need to use your safe word?” Bobby asks in a gravelly tone, then his heated gaze lands on me.

“Don’t you dare stop,” Tilly pleads.

“Do you think you can take us both, love?” He asks with sweet apprehension.

“Only if you want to. Only if you think you can.” Bobby’s movements become slower as he begins scissoring his fingers inside her.

The fur rug brushes my knees as I lower myself, becoming an offering before her.

My tongue worships her center, then I lick up the exposed portion of Bobby’s shaft and up onto Tilly's clit.

Tilly writhes, her hands moving to my shoulders as she pants in rapture.

“Again,” My goddess urges, and I oblige, delivering the same movement and causing her to come undone atop Bobby. But before she settles, to lay back against his chest, Bobby moves from the couch, motioning her to stand and then points at me to take his spot.

“Marcus, sit darling.” I do as I’m told, and my heart pounds within my ribcage.

Bobby places Tilly on top of me, as she braces her thighs on either side of mine.

Our chests are flush and then our eyes lock.

Her mouth slightly parts, the unsung lyrics of a song urging me to kiss her.

I am overcome with emotion as I pull her face to mine.

Our bodies are pressed heatedly together.

Her tender lips explore mine, I taste our shared breath.

My fingers trace her jaw, remembering every detail of this moment.

The feel of her slick core wraps around my dick, as Bobby helps her onto me.

My breathing picks up, chest flush with Tilly’s lace brassiere as I trace her neck with my tongue and trail down to her chest.

“Are you ready darling?” The anticipation licks down my spine, as I hear the sound of a bottle cap closing. Bobby prepares Tilly for him and I’m so close to coming inside her from the mere thought of all of us sharing this moment.

Bobby cleanses his hand then angles his legs, slowly easing into Tilly.

Her hands reach for my hair. I can feel him pressing into her, causing her cunt to grip me.

The pressure of us filling her forces Tilly to shatter around my cock, her climax is intense.

She leans into me, her lips finding my forehead.

She is encased with pure ecstasy, moaning and whimpering into my skin.

Bobby pushes in more and I can feel him as he causes her to tighten.

We begin to move slowly in and out of her, the motion becoming more fluid.

“Everything is sensitive,” Tilly whimpers into my cheek. Carding my fingers through her silky hair, I urge her to look at me.

“Can you take more?” I ask, searching her face for any sign of distress .

She pants out, “Yes. I’ve never felt so full. I can’t explain it. I just feel so much.” Bobby kisses her shoulder and up to the side of her neck.

“Can we fill you up darling? Can we make you whole?” His hand reaches for my face as the other loops around Tilly’s torso, thrusting up in a delicious fashion.

“Fuck, Bobby I’m not going to last if you keep doing that,” I keen into Tilly’s chest, her breath is hot on my neck.

Lacing my fingers with Bobby’s hand, I use my free hand to pull down Tilly’s lace bra and begin indolently laving my tongue around her nipple.

She sobs out a moan, as another climax rushes through her, tensing around us.

“Tilly?” Bobby grits his teeth as he clenches my hand.

“Yes,” she pants. “Yes. Fill me up, please.”

I can feel Bobby’s muscles tense through his arm as he bites Tilly’s shoulder and pumps into her slowly. The feeling reverberates through our bodies from where we are connected. Euphoria fills my veins and I chase my own release. We come undone together. We become one.