Page 22 of Hearts Etched in Glass (The Afton Adders #2)

She’s Long Gone, Black Keys

The night is brisk, but my heart is warm.

We are returning home from a nice dinner out before tomorrow’s ‘big day’.

Peering up to my right, I see my dear Marcus, his sun-kissed skin, brown eyes and onyx hair shining under the streetlights of Lockham.

On my other side is my darling Bobby, his platinum-white hair, ivory skin and stark icy-blue eyes glance down at me.

Even though I am rather tall, they still tower over me.

It makes me feel safe, and their devotion makes me feel loved .

We march in unison down the cobbled street. A sight to behold, as our steps echo. Individuals wave as we pass by, and others hurry into their homes. Looping my arms through theirs, I squeeze them tightly to me.

“I must say, I am so happy.” I can feel my smile stretching from ear to ear.

Marcus leans down and kisses the top of my head, as Bobby cocks a half smile. “I’m glad, darling.”

“What’s wrong? You seem glum?” Rubbing the back of his hand with my fingertips, I peer at Bobby longingly.

“Just a bit worried for tomorrow and I’m pissed my plan didn’t work.” Bobby kicks a rock and it goes skipping down the cobblestone street.

I furrow my brow, as Marcus chuckles to himself.

“You know I am getting rather tired of being left out of everything or being the last to bloody know!” I exclaim, pinching the back of his hand.

“He bombed the wrong car.” Marcus flexes his jaw, staring down the road, trying to maintain composure.

“What?” I nearly shout, but remember we are in public .

“And a house.” Then Marcus releases a bellowing laugh.

Narrowing my eyes at Bobby, I await his explanation. He exhales in frustration as we turn onto the street for his town home.

“I.” He stops taking a second to think, assessing my reaction. “I bombed the correct town house, you bellend, but the vehicle wasn’t his. It was the neighbor’s, so I went down to the dealer and had to get him a new vehicle. Kenneth already chewed my ass for it. Please don’t rip it off as well.”

We enter the building, hanging up our coats as the macabre decor eases my spirit.

I’m not sure, but I prefer the dark, forest green walls and black interior to white, plain living rooms and bright establishments.

Maybe I have grown sick of the indoctrination my mother poured into me.

I finally am beginning to recognize the things I actually admire.

“When we get a home. We need a large house, with lots of land.” I move to the kitchen to begin making us tea.

Then Marcus replies. “Oh? Going to make a garden, darling?” Waiting for the kettle, I waltz back into the room. Both men are sitting on the same couch, arms settled across the back of the seat and draped over one another’s. It makes my spirit sing with joy.

“I think we need enough land so Bobby can properly blow things up. I also think I want a shooting range. May we make one? I’ve had so much fun practicing. Also, several beds for all the children and guests when we have parties.” Marcus’s face changes, a melancholy expression overcasts his features.

“Darling?” I reach for his knee as I’m perched on the floor between them.

“Nothing. I just, do not understand how we can get married. No one will wed us. No one will recognize us in a court of law.” His eyes brim, threatening tears.

I startle as Bobby begins laughing. I scoff in his direction as he looks at Marcus lovingly. “Did you forget that Baba exists? She is above the law.”

Then the kettle whistles, so I get up to retrieve it. I hear Bobby asking Marcus what type of wedding band he would want and my heart blooms with admiration and love. The thought of us three, as a small family, was something I could have never imagined in my wildest dreams.

Taking the tray of tea back into the room, we discuss our future, making plans for a small nuptial.

Baba would be the minister, Kenneth could be the witness, my nursing friends as bridesmaids.

And maybe with enough notice we could give Everett and Brielle proper time to prepare for travels from America.

“What kind of dress would you like, darling?” Marcus asks, leaning forward on his knees with a shimmer of excitement in his eye.

“What’s more important is what is under the dress,” Bobby murmurs as he takes a swig of his tea, but Marcus reactively swats at his chest making the tea dribble onto Bobby’s chin, down his neck and onto his shirt.

“Oh! I’m so sorry Bobby!” Marcus says, his hands covering his mouth, a small speck of fear in his eyes. I hate that his dom probably caused him to fear repercussions of small mistakes, but hopefully with time, we may change that.

Bobby gives a heated gaze and says, “Why don’t you lick it off me?

” With those words it melts my nerve endings and tightens my core.

I watch in anticipation as Marcus leans in, ever so slowly.

Their breathing is the only thing audible in the room.

I have to rub my thighs together to quell the ache building.

Then Marcus gives a languid lick up Bobby’s Adam’s apple, towards his chin and onto his bottom lip.

Bobby grabs Marcus’s chiseled jaw, their lips move passionately over one another, and their sounds entice me.

Arousal pools between my legs, as I bite my bottom lip.

Watching them is mesmerizing.

After they finish kissing, Bobby’s head turns towards me. “Hello, darling.” Grasping my blouse he pulls me forward, so our faces are nose to nose. He gives my cheek a peck. “Would.” Another kiss to my other cheek. “You”. Then he trails kisses down my neck. “Want attention?”

I nod my head vigorously as a whine escapes me.

“God, you look so beautiful when you’re needy for us, Til,” Marcus says seductively as he comes to sit beside me on the floor, slowly unbuttoning my blouse.

“Think you can be our needy little slut, tonight?” Bobby teases in my ear, as shivers run down my spine.

“Only for you both. Only ever for you,” I whisper as my breathing picks up. I help Marcus take my top off as he begins thumbing my nipples .

“You didn’t wear a bra? You naughty, naughty girl,” Bobby says as he nibbles down my neck, to my collar bone and circles my nipple in his mouth. I hiss with the feeling, so sensitive and enticing.

“Can we do something I dreamed about?” Bobby mutters as he gives my breast a long, tickling lick. I nod as Marcus says, “Of course.”

Bobby moves swiftly, grabbing both of our faces and placing our foreheads together. “I want to fuck you into Tilly. You think we can do that?”

My head gets dizzy at the idea as my fingertips tingle.

“But first.” Bobby stands, grabbing Marcus’s arm and having him stand alongside him. Their figures towering over me. “Can you take us with your mouth, darling?”

I’m drenched to the core. I don’t know how I’m going to survive the rest of the evening, for my knees are weak just at the thought.

“You’ll be our good girl?” They state in unison and I nearly go into cardiac arrest.

They strip off their trousers and I admire their muscular legs, tensing with each movement as they free themselves .

Marcus is girthy and long. Whereas Bobby is long, lean and has a sexy curve, both are hard to handle even with two hands.

“Try to relax your jaw, love and breath through your nose.” Marcus approaches me as I open my mouth to him. I coat him in my spit, doing my best to maneuver my tongue around him, while he is filling my mouth. I spy Bobby fisting his cock with one hand beside me, the sight erotic.

His kneels down to whisper in my ear. “I need you to be my naughty girl and suck him dry, darling.” Moving my hands to the base of his dick, I begin making my movements faster, hollowing out my cheeks and trying to take him as far as I can go before I cough.

Two fingers dance on my inner thigh as I feel Bobby skate them up to my center.

“Fuck, you are soaked for us. It is going to be hard to fuck those pretty lips of yours when you are so needy for us to fill you, here .” As he mentions that, he presses on my clit, causing electricity to travel through my body.

The pleasure so intoxicating as I watch Marcus’s face in ecstasy.

After a few more moments of Bobby touching me and arousing me to the point I want to cry, he stands next to Marcus, watching as I take him in.

“She feel good sucking your cock, love?” He asks, trailing his hand down Marcus’s abdomen, replacing my hand with his. Moving with my rhythm as he pumps his fist alongside my sucking lips.

“You’re not allowed to come yet love, we need to fill her up,” Bobby orders, as Marcus tenderly places his hand on my cheek, stroking it with his thumb.

“Alright. That was fucking brilliant, but I think Bobby needs that greedy mouth of yours.” He winks down at me, slowly guiding my mouth to Bobby’s cock, and I wrap my lips around him.

“I want to try and fuck your mouth, darling.” Bobby cocks an eyebrow down at me, a challenging grin.

So, I sit back on my heels, relaxing my neck and jaw.

“Tap my thigh twice if it is too much, or pinch the fuck out of it, but take me until you can’t take it anymore.

” I give a small giggle and nod my head.

Bobby squats slightly, then carefully grasps my head as he begins pumping.

His movements getting faster and faster with each thrust as tears begin trailing down my cheeks.

“You alright Til?” Marcus asks with apprehension .

“She knows to tap,” Bobby mutters through gritted teeth as he takes my mouth. “She knows, but she doesn’t want to tap, because she likes having her face fucked. Right, darling? You love being our dirty slut behind doors,” he moans in ecstasy and I can feel him swelling inside my hot mouth.

Marcus kneels down beside me, singing praises in my ear. “You are taking his cock like such a good girl, love. You look so beautiful swallowing him down.” Then he licks the tears that had streamed down my face and neck, causing my core to clench and ache with need.

Bobby abruptly leaves my mouth, as I gasp in air.

His hands card through his hair. “Fuck, this is perfect.” He leans down and kisses me with fervor. “You both start, I’m going to get lube.”

Then Bobby runs upstairs faster than lightning, his steps pounding up the floorboards. Marcus pulls my hand to his face, his soft lips kissing each knuckle. “Would you like to continue down here, or go upstairs, love?”

I nod up the stairs, as we meet Bobby coming out of his room .

“Our lady would like the bedroom. We will be gentlemen and oblige.” Marcus states seductively.

Bobby smirks, backing into the room and gesturing to the bed like a doorman.

I lay back on the bed, feeling exposed, so I close my legs together. It is still difficult to wrestle with my mind, as they stare. I’m curvier than most women.

Marcus tuts at me. “Oh, no, no, no. Tilly, love.” Then he takes his two fingers and places them between my thighs. “I’ll open you like a book.”

I nearly come undone with his statement alone, the pressure of his fingers pushing between my thighs, as I slowly spread for him.

Giving in and getting ready for pleasure.

He moves to give my pussy a considerable lick.

Then moves between me, lining up his dick with my entrance, he looks at me for permission, so I place my heels on his hips and push him inside me.

The pressure of the stretch sends tingles to every part of my body.

His body climbs atop mine, and I dig my claws into his back.

Bobby appears beside us, leaning down to kiss both of our cheeks.

“You both look exquisite, I wish it could be a painting. ”

Then I hear the bottle of lube pop open as he whispers in Marcus’s ear. “Are you ready, darling?” Marcus nods, then turns his head to kiss Bobby.

Our movements become slower as Marcus places his knee onto the bed. I can feel when Bobby pushes into him, for he pushes Marcus further inside me.

“I put as much lube as I could, love,” Bobby says, delivering kisses across Marcus’s shoulder.

“Don’t forget I love pain, Bobby,” Marcus mewls.

We go slowly, our bodies intertwined as one.

Bobby continues peppering kisses on Marcus’s back as we hold hands.

Marcus holds my other hand above my head, then I feel the heat of his mouth when he licks my breasts.

The euphoria is unimaginable, as so many sensations dance across my skin and within me.

My orgasm erupts as a rush of heat floods my body.

Soon Bobby’s smooth pace begins to pick up, he grips Marcus’s hips and begins thrusting inside him.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Bobby tells Marcus. They both pant with wanton need. With how close our bodies are, I feel one of Bobby’s hands find purchase on my hip, as the other grasps Marcus’s and he begins fucking us. I climax again, the feelings overwhelming and rapturous.

“I’m not going to last with her gripping my cock.

She’s orgasmed three times, fuck,” Marcus pleads, then his lips find mine as he repeatedly tells me, “Such a good girl. Such a fucking good girl, taking us, love.” Then I hear Bobby smack Marcus’s ass cheek.

“I’m going to claim you with my cock. Both of you are my dirty sluts, who deserve to be rewarded.

” At his words, Marcus and I climax together.

The feeling is so intense as my body warms in pleasure, taking over all my nerves and senses.

I close my eyes tightly, as Marcus’s body relaxes on top of mine, but I can feel Bobby's body jolting, still spilling into Marcus. His thrusts passionate and deep.

He hugs Marcus from behind, clutching him to his chest.

“We are each other’s firsts now. No one will ever take that from us,” Bobby says as he carefully pulls out of Bobby and draws us all a bath. Bobby quickly showers off, readying to provide us after-care.

“Are you well? We weren’t too rough?” Marcus asks, sweetly. I push back his hair to view his handsome face, then kiss his forehead as his strong arms pull me closer .

“No, my love. Everything was perfect .” I reassure him.

Bobby returns with a towel wrapped around his hips, the sight delightful as he sways into the room, extending a hand.

“Come,” he orders, taking our hands and pulling us into the washroom.

Marcus and I take our places in the clawfoot bath. Marcus peers down the length of the tub. “Squeeze together, love, let’s get Bobby in here.” He pulls me towards his chest, as Bobby looks at us with judgment.

“I’m not going to...” He pauses but then begins entering the bath. Water overflows and splashes upon the tile floor. “Fuck it,” he says, then I feel Marcus’s chest rumble in laughter from my back.

We take turns, gently washing one another. Bobby is facing me in the tub, scrubbing a cloth over my legs as Marcus washes my shoulders.

Then Bobby leans in, kissing Marcus and I. “You both did so well. Let’s go to bed, shall we?”

And in that moment, I feel worshiped, I feel loved.