Elliott

Marcus looks up at me with one of the most sincere smiles I’ve ever seen him wear.

I am. I love seeing him beg on his knees for my attention, asking me to use him.

Was that fucked up?

“You look stunning holding his neck like that, baby girl.” Hunter’s voice cuts through me and I drop my hand, backing away from Marcus.

“Hunter.” I go to explain myself.

“No, no.” He joins me in front of Marcus, “Put your hand back on his neck. He’s being such a good boy for you.” His eyes dropped to Marcus, grabbing my hand and returning it to the spot on his throat. “Marcus likes to be a brat sometimes. It’s nice to see he can beg correctly.”

“Hunter, I shouldn’t. ”

“ We should.” He corrects me. “Would you like that, Marcus? For me and my girl to use you?”

Marcus shifts on his knees, “Yessir.”

“See?” He places his hand on top of mine on Marcus’s neck. “He wants us to.” He squeezes his hand to apply pressure on mine, and Marcus's eyes flutter in approval. Hunter’s mouth dips to my ear, “Tell him what you want from him. What you need. ”

My own gaze locks with Marcus’s and I see him soften once again, pleading with me to listen, “I want him to taste me.”

“Yeah, and where do you want him to taste you?”

“Take off my pants.” I address Marcus now and he springs to action. “Panties too.”

His arms reach the hem, pausing as Hunter chimes in, “What do you say?”

Marcus’s eyes lock with mine as he swallows hard, “Yes ma’am.” He says, pulling my leggings down and helping me step out of them.

I let go of his neck, walking away without a word towards a workout bench, turning around to both men and reaching for my sports bra. I second guess myself, but once I witness how they’re looking at me I gain my confidence again.

They’re practically drooling for me. Me.

I pull the fabric up and over my head, tossing it aside, straightening my shoulders and taking a seat on the bench behind me.

“What’s next, Elliott?” Hunter says in a low, deep and sultry tone.

“I’m gonna need Marcus to crawl to me.”

Hunter chuckles and looks down to see Marcus already on his hands and knees, making his way towards me. He gawks at the sight, a rumble erupting from his chest as his eyes follow Marcus’s path towards me. He sits on his knees in front of me.

“You’re right, Hunter. He is a very good boy for me.

” I smile at Marcus, bringing my lips to his, giving him a ghost of a kiss.

“I think you earned a taste.” I run my tongue on his lips and he quivers.

I spread my thighs, exposing myself to him in a way I have never done before.

I push the shame and embarrassment aside now that he’s loving every second of this. It’s written all over his face.

His eyes are locked on my center. A shiver runs through me as I watch him lick his lips at the sight of me. “Have a taste.” I tell him, my voice is shaky and nervous.

“Are you sure, Elliott?” Marcus whispers to me, scooting closer.

“Yes, I’m sure.” I gulp the nerves down, “I’m just nervous is all.”

“I’ll be gentle. You tell me what you want, what you like, what you need and I’ll give it to you. If you want me to stop, I’ll stop.”

I nod to him, “Okay.”

“May I?” He dips down low. The warmth of his breath on my center hits me and I shiver, giving him a nod.

His eyes stay on mine as his tongue sticks out flat and lowers to my clit, dragging its length fully across.

The mixture of eye contact and obedience makes my mouth fall open and my heart speeds up.

He only does it the one time before returning to his knees.

I look at him with knitted brows, “Why did you stop?”

“You said I could have a taste.” He smirks at me and I glare at his smartass remark.

So he is a brat.

“I’m gonna need you to make me cum, Marcus.” My voice was laced with annoyance.

Hunter walks up behind him and grips the back of his neck, “You heard her right, beautiful?”

“You can do that can’t you?” I scoot my ass to the edge of the bench now.

“Oh he can, baby girl.” He pulls Marcus's hair to look straight up at him, “Right?”

“Yes, yes I can.” Marcus mutters out.

“Yeah, I know you can.” Hunter smashes his lips onto Marcus.

Their kiss is sloppy, tongues gliding onto each other.

Hunter pulls away, “Now let me watch you make my girl feel good.” He brings Marcus’s face to my core, letting go of his hair and Marcus latches on to my clit with slow, steady pulses and I moan my approval.

Marcus and I keep our eyes on each other as his mouth works on my pussy.

Hunter towers over us at our side, his hand palming the bulge in his dress pants.

My breath catches in my throat as Marcus moves his tongue to my entrance.

He grins at me, still eating me with a vengeance.

As if he’s trying to make a point out of it.

I frown as he removes his mouth from my center, “Can I use my hands?” He asks, a playful look on his face as he enjoys the way I look at him, wanting him to put his tongue back on me.

I give him a nod and he brings his thumb to my clit. With his other hand he lets his finger slide down my slit, gathering up my wetness and easing into me.

“Oh fuck.” I bite my bottom lip, his thumb continues to tease my clit.

He drops his mouth back down, giving my center the same rhythmic pulses as before.

His hand goes straight for my breast, still wet as he swirls my arousal over my pebbled nipple.

I groan at the combination so he does it again, tugging on it this time.

The pleasure coiling in my stomach makes me arch my back, chasing the high he’s bringing me.

Marcus pushes another finger into me, curling them inside me. I snap up, watching him. My lips part and I grab the back of his head, losing my balance but Hunter comes to my side offering me support. I buck my hips up into Marcus’s face, needing more.

“That’s it, ride my pretty boy's face,” Hunter says, still stroking himself over his pants. “Paint his face with your cum.”

“Fuck, I’m–I’m gonna–” I gasp for air, watching Marcus’s eye roll back at the sounds coming out of me.

He fucks me with his fingers in longer, deeper strokes, his mouth fully sucking on my clit now.

His tongue stroking it in such a delicious way that I can’t control the way my moans get caught in my throat.

Hunter bends down to me, “Cum.” He whispers in my ear.

My body shakes as my mind explodes with pleasure, my legs snap shut on Marcus, but it doesn’t stop him from feasting on my pussy. His tongue laps up every drop of my orgasm. I lean onto Hunter, not able to keep myself up with spent arms.

“You look so pretty when you cum, you know that?” Hunter doesn’t wait for my response as he takes my mouth with his. “Wouldn’t you agree, Marcus?” He says as he pulls away, indulging in the sight of me again.

“Yes,” is all Marcus says as he returns to his knees, licking his lips while his gaze stays on me.

“What do you think, El? Do you think he should be rewarded for being our good boy?”

I grin lazily at him then to Marcus, my head still light from my climax. “I think so.” I tell Hunter, my eyes are locked on Marcus whose breaths are labored.

“Looks like you get to cum.” Hunter says to Marcus, “Lay all the way down for me, baby girl.” He directs me and I do what he says. The cold leather bench hits my back, goosebumps erupting across my skin. My eyes follow Hunter as he stops at Marcus’s side.

“Up. On your feet.” He orders Marcus, who of course listens. Once Marcus is on his feet, Hunter starts to undress him, tossing each item of clothing to the side.

I can’t help the way I gawk at his bare form.

The tattoos that litter his body decorate his skin so beautifully.

The black, grey, and white art takes my breath away, and it makes me wonder how long it took to cover all those inches.

I’ve seen the ones on his neck and arms, but I had no idea he had them on his torso and legs. It only enhances his painful beauty.

My eyes lock with his stiff cock and widen at not just the length and width, but the fact that there’s a metal stud right below the crown of his dick.

I stop to imagine what it would feel like in my mouth, how it would stroke the inside of my pussy.

Is that why he has it? Or does it bring him more pleasure?

“I’m gonna need you to spread your legs for me, El.” Hunter says to me in a low tone, “Marcus here needs to get between them.”

I look between the two men in front of me and do as I’m told. Both their eyes dip to watch me spread my legs open for them.

“Fucking hell, isn’t that prettiest cunt you’ve ever seen?” Hunter nudges Marcus with his elbow.

“Fuck yeah it is.” Marcus replies. A shiver runs through me as his dark irises lock with mine.

“Would you like to feel her cunt squeeze around your cock?” Hunter asks in a low tone.

“Yessir.”

“You want to watch her eyes roll back as your dick fills her up?”

“Yessir.”

“Go on then.” He pushes Marcus towards me .

I suck my bottom lip, nervous at taking this next step with him.

Did he really want this? Or was he just doing it because Hunter was telling him to?

“You okay with this, princess?” He asks, as he starts to crawl on top of me.

“Y-yeah-ahem. Yes.” My voice betrays my hidden nerves.

He hovers over me, his hard dick caressing me while he positions his arms on either side of my head on the bench. “Remember what I said. If you want me to stop, just tell me and I will.” He takes a hand cupping my cheek, his thumb gently drawing circles on my skin.

“I know, but I don’t want you to stop.”

“No?”

“No.” We stay like this for a moment, just examining each other's face and eyes, “Marcus?”

“Yeah?” His breathy words hit my lips with the closeness.

“Can you kiss me?” His eyes darted to my lips, lowering to meet him with mine. I place my hand on his chest, “Do you want to kiss me?” I ask.

“More than I know I should.” He says honestly. “Do you want me to kiss you?” His thumb drags across my bottom lip.