Jordan massages them carefully, the oil a perfect lubricant that keeps the pain at bay.
“You can fall asleep if you want,” Elias says. He’s Elias again. Not Bric. This man, touching me with his strong, but gentle, hands, making me feel so damn good, cannot be Bric in my mind. They are two different people. “Just enjoy it. We won’t mind.”
I nod my head. Or I try to, but I’m so relaxed, I don’t succeed. I mumble, “Mmmm,” as they stay busy bringing me pleasure.
I allow myself this pleasure. I let my mind stop wondering things. I let my body stop doing things. I let everything drift off as they work their way up and down my body.
The only thought that creeps in—and then only when Jordan’s hands wander too close to the wet space between my legs—is when will they fuck me?
Will they fuck me?
I worry about it for a few moments, but then Jordan lifts the towel off my ass and begins to massage my cheeks. He spreads me open, leans down and licks my asshole.
My pussy throbs with the heat of his breath. I want him to lick me there so bad.
“Are you ready to turn over?” Elias asks.
So ready. I don’t even wait for him to tell me to. I simply force my submissive body to turn. And when I open my eyes, Elias Bricman is smiling down at me. He takes his hands to my breasts, pinches my nipples hard enough to make me gasp, and then resumes his calming massage. Gripping them in his palms like fruit, then releasing them, allowing them to fall back and rest, before doing it again.
He leans down—just as Jordan begins to knead the large muscles of my upper thighs, his thumbs once again dipping in between my legs, teasing me so sweetly—and kisses my mouth.
He tastes sweet, like the fruity brandy he’s been drinking.
“Do you want my cock in your pussy?” Jordan asks, his fingers, finally—finally—playing with my throbbing clit.
“Yes,” I mumble into Elias’s mouth.
Elias pulls back just enough to say, “Do you want to wrap your lips around my cock?”
“Please,” I say, the word so soft and sincere. “Let me.”
Elias grabs me by the arms and scoots my whole body forward, until my head is hanging off the edge of the table. I open for him, but he makes no move to take out his cock. Just resumes his massage of my shoulders. It feels so achingly good.
There’s a sound of a belt being unbuckled. The ripping of a zipper being unzipped. It’s Jordan, not Elias. His pants fall to the floor with the whoosh of fabric, and then he’s pushing my legs together and climbing onto the table with me. He straddles my thighs as Elias continues to stare down at me, his hands busy with my breasts again, his fingers pinching my nipples.
The tip of Jordan’s hard cock probes at the entrance to my pussy. I want to open my legs for him, but I can’t. He’s got them pinned tightly closed with his knees.
Jordan pushes a little harder.
I moan, “Ohhh,” just as he makes it past the soft, wet folds and finds the entrance. “Yes,” I say, breathing hard now.
I buck my back, making my head fall even farther back over the side of the table. Bric is unzipping his pants, taking out his cock. I watch it appear. Long, and hard, and so fucking thick. His balls are tight and round and I reach up and out to hold them.
I can’t see the smile on Elias’s face, but I know he’s smiling when he leans forward, my mouth open wide, and pushes the round tip of his cock past my lips.
I suck on him immediately, making him grab my hair. Fist it roughly. He likes this, I think in my head. He likes what I’m doing. I’m pleasing him. And this pleases me.
A quick thrust from Jordan and he’s fully inside me. I lift my hips up in surprise, so focused on Elias, I’d forgotten he was about to fuck me.
He’s still got my legs pinned closed and it’s killing me. It’s killing me not to open wide for him the way I’m open wide for Elias.
“Put your hands on my thighs, Nadia,” Elias commands. “And don’t move them.”
I obey. I grip his muscular thighs, grip the fabric of his pants, desperate for more of everything they’re giving me tonight.
“Open your throat,” he says, as Jordan begins to fuck my pussy harder. Making my whole body rock. Making my mouth take more cock. Making my pussy take more cock. “Open your throat and let me take over. Give in, Nadia,” Bric says. Because yes, this is Bric again.
He’s tricked me, I realize. He’s always been Bric.
But I don’t care. His commands feel like a gift.
I let everything go. I let all my inhibitions fall away. I let them own me.
I submit.
And I like it.
My throat opens. Bric’s cock thrusts inside me, making me gag and choke on his long length. I grip his thighs so tight, he lets out a hiss of air between his lips. I push him back, try to force him to withdraw, but he denies my request. Jordan is pounding my pussy. And with each thrust, I take Bric just a little deeper. I will die here, I think, desperately trying to breathe through my nose with Elias Bricman’s cock down my throat.
There are sick, disgusting sounds coming from my mouth. Long strings of saliva leak past my lips, falling down my cheeks like a waterfall, stinging my eyes.
But in between all this discomfort is the building of my climax. I can’t help it. There’s nothing I can do.
I am coming.
I moan and writhe on the table as spasms of relief rocket through my body.
Bric fists my hair so hard my scalp becomes uncomfortably tight. But even that contributes to the next wave of pleasure shivering its way up my spine, making me convulse with relief and ecstasy.
And then they both come, their moans echo off the tall ceiling at the same time. I feel spasms of hot semen pulsing into me from both ends.
Bric pulls out of my mouth and I immediately twist my upper body, desperate to sit upright and stop the choking.
Jordan holds me down, not finished with me yet. He’s still inside me, his cock throbbing. Moans still coming out of his mouth as he says, “Yes, Nadia. Yes,” over and over again.
Bric steps back, grabs the towel off the floor that started out covering my ass, and wipes off his dick as I watch, wiping the sticky liquid off my lips with my fingertips and still trying to catch my breath. He tucks himself away, zips up his pants, and buckles up his belt.
Jordan finishes and falls forward, bracing himself with both hands on either side of my shoulders. I lift my head to look up at him and catch his smile.
I smile back, unable to stop myself. He leans down, and even though Bric just fucked my mouth, he kisses me on the lips.
“You’re a good girl,” Jordan says, whispering the words. “A very good girl.”
He sighs heavily, then swings his legs over the side of the table and I’m released.
“We’re having dinner now,” Bric says, once again sipping his drink. “Go take a shower and then come back out here.”
My body is pliant and limber when I try to sit up. Jordan has to help me. Has to hold me and keep me steady as I make my way to the huge spa-like bathroom.
There’s a tub, which I am desperate to use right now. I don’t want to function. I just want to soak.
But Jordan starts the shower instead as I lean against the vanity, barely able to prop myself up.
He tests the temperature of the falling water, then comes towards me, picks me up in his arms like one would a small child, and carries me into the marble-tiled shower and sits down on the seat. I adjust my body so I’m straddling him, my arms around his neck, my face pressed against the hard muscle of his shoulder.
“Did you get enough?” he asks. “Or would you like to fuck again?”
I smile, but don’t move. “I’m not sure.” And then I laugh.
“Well,” he says, moving my hair aside to kiss my neck. “Then we’ll just leave it at this.” He smacks my ass hard, the sound of it echoing through the bathroom. “Come on. Stand up and I’ll wash you since you’re so damn tired. Bric won’t want to wait too long.”
I do as I’m told, feeling slightly embarrassed that I’m so willing to obey them tonight. But my body is pulsing with a wonderful tingling. I push that thought away.
Jordan washes me carefully. He soaps me up from head to toe, washing away the oil, and the sweat, and the come. He lathers my hair, rinses it under the rain shower, and then conditions it and rinses it again.