Page 102 of Sizzle
“He’s got a point,” says Alex. Keeping my hands bound behind my back, Alex shifts around to mirror Elliot’s movements. The combined sensation has me writhing in no time.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Please, what?” says Alex, biting at my nipple just hard enough to make me shake.
“Touch me. Anywhere. Please.” My thighs are trembling already but knowing these two, we’ve barely gotten started.
“Anywhere, hm?” says Elliot. “I like the sound of that.” His hand loosens its grip at my hip, sliding back to stroke my ass over the thin skirt I wore for the meeting with the network. Elliot traces a finger down the seam between my cheeks and I press back into his hand, seeking a firmer touch.
Alex catches on quick, holding my wrists tight with one hand, inching my skirt up with the other. Elliot takes immediate advantage, that lone teasing finger tracing the crevice of my backside.
“You wore a thong for your meeting?” says Elliot, his voice going rough. Tracing his way back up, he tugs at the tiny strip of fabric, wrapping it around his finger, making me lose my breath. Alex tugs the rest of my skirt up over my hips so he can see it too, baring me to them both.
“For good luck,” I say, finally figuring out what Elliot was asking me. “And just in case we had something to celebrate afterward.”
“Beautiful,” murmurs Alex, stroking the fabric across my mound.
“We’re buying stock in whatever company makes these,” says Elliot, making me laugh even while I’m starting to sweat.
“Can we stop talking now? Because I could really use an orgasm or three right about now.”
Alex lays his mouth across mine, kissing me deeply, swallowing the gasp Elliot draws out of me as he tugs at the fabric still wrapped around his finger. The rough, damp lace drags across the swollen flesh between my legs and my pussy tightens around nothing, desperate for something to hold on to.
Alex slides his hand between my legs, seeking my clit with an expert touch, but he doesn’t touch me where I want it most. Instead, he hovers there, making me painfully aware of precisely how close he is without actually giving me what I want.
Elliot’s taken to alternating his tugging with sliding another finger low beneath the fabric of my thong, drawing on the moisture there and sliding back up to tease my ass.
“I’d love to bury myself in your ass right now,” he murmurs. “Just slide right in and fuck you blind.”
“So do it already,” I gasp. Alex is breathing harder now and he doesn’t say anything at all, which makes me wonder…
What if Elliot’s not talking to me this time?
“Fuck yes,” I tell Elliot, though it’s Alex I’m looking at. “Now?”
Alex brings his gaze up from between my legs to look me in the eye. He nods.
“Oh my God.” Elliot hasn’t stopped his torture and Alex picks that moment to slide two fingers under my thong, tracing quick circles over and over my clit. Less than a minute later, I’m crying out, the orgasm taking me over as I collapse between them, Alex’s hold the only thing keeping me upright.
Elliot’s nuzzling my neck as I recover, both their cocks pressing against me, reminding me of the scene I’d walked in on earlier.
“Upstairs,” I say, still panting. “Now.”
Elliot chuckles. I still can’t see his face, but this time I hear the nerves in his voice.
“Impatient, are we?”
“If anybody’s impatient, I’d think it was you,” I shoot back over my shoulder. “Considering where you were sitting when I walked in.”
He kisses my neck as Alex sets me back on my feet, releasing my wrists.
“Good point,” says Elliot. I tip my head back, turning into him for a kiss. He’s trembling.
Sweet, sweet man. As far as I know, he and Alex have never done this, never touched each other this way, though it comes up in their dirty talk all the time. Especially lately. Just the thought of getting to watch them together has me on the edge again.
The bedroom is dim, somebody having already drawn the curtains earlier. Alex is the last one through the door, closing it firmly behind him. Elliot busies himself, shedding the rest of his clothes but taking his damn time about it.
“Elliot,” says Alex, watching him. “You don’t have to do this.”