Make Me (10 page)

Or both.

After a second of this, there’s a sense of further pressure and then something else slips inside me. Another finger, as eager to explore as the first one. I’m getting fucked by both of them, I think, and then I remember what I said in the restaurant and blush right to the roots of my hair.

I did ask for them both, after all. I actually asked for both of their cocks inside me, and what’s going on now is not exactly far from that. It’s not even far in terms of size, because after a moment they’re both working two fingers inside me, and I’m so slippery and open it hardly takes anything at all.

As Tyler is keen to point out. ‘Look at that,’ he says, in a way that should embarrass me. He pushes my thigh down flat against the bed, one-handed, and sits back a little – just to give them both a better view. And when Brandon sits back too I can see the look on his face. I can see how wet his mouth is, how heated his gaze is … I know how I must appear.

Like a slut, with her cunt spread to take all comers.

‘You want to fuck her first?’ Tyler says, then even worse: ‘If you fuck her now, hard, she’ll come on your cock. She’s so ready she could come over just about anything.’

Oh, it’s so humiliating. It’s the most humiliating thing in the entire world … apart from the fact that he’s right, of course. I’m so ready to climax I could clench my pussy around their fingers, and go off right this second. My clit’s so swollen, so full of that sweet ache, a gust of air would be enough to push me over.

But he keeps me waiting just a little bit longer. They both do.

They take their time removing their suits, while I flounder on the bed. And once they’re done with their suits they make sure I’m zipped out of my dress – though that sounds a little clinical for the way they actually go about. In reality, whenever something new is revealed – like my breasts, in this stupid, straining strapless bra – I am fondled and stroked, hands rubbing over my stiff nipples. Light slaps on my bare ass; fingers digging into various fleshy parts of my body.

By the time they’re done I’m not a person any more. I’m just a body, waiting to be used. I’m just a trembling thing, ready and willing for the act I know they’re going to get me to perform.

And it’s the most aroused I’ve ever been in my entire life.

Tyler has to haul me into position. I can’t do it myself. I’ve gone all limp and weird, and I keep trying to reach for him with something that isn’t my hands – even though that’s impossible. You can’t reach for someone with your mouth. It’s stupid to even try, and yet I’m doing it. I’m blindly feeling for him, for his cock, for just something, anything, and it means I’m not prepared when Brandon rubs the head of his condom-covered dick over my slippery entrance.

I jerk forwards almost immediately, but of course there’s nowhere to go. There’s a wall of Tyler in front of me, as heavy and solid as brick, and even if there wasn’t, he has hands. He’s capable of holding me steady, even if Brandon isn’t.

‘You sure you want –’ he starts, but I think Tyler cuts him off. I feel his body move as though he’s shaking his head, and then one big hand just slides down over my back. Like a soothing motion, I think, that’s followed by the softest command I’ve ever heard.

‘Pull her back to you,’ he says and, after a moment of hesitation, I feel Brandon’s hands around my thighs. He tugs, just a little, he prompts me and then he can see how willingly I go up onto all fours. Legs spread, back arched, ass in the air.

Go on, I think, go on, but he doesn’t immediately. He waits, until I rub back against him. Until I’m half crazed and moaning, hands bunching too tightly in the sheets.

And then he just slides the head of his cock through my slippery folds, seeking entrance. Working and rubbing, slow and steady, until my cunt opens for that good, thick thing.

He’s extremely hard. Or at least, he feels really hard, going in. I try to clench around the intrusion but there’s no give there, no place for me to go, and once I’ve done it I hear him gasp. I feel him shudder, then hear Tyler’s sardonic twang.

‘Maybe you should take a second,’ he says, but he’s got no room to talk. The cock he’s currently stroking right next to my face is so flushed, so slippery, I’m surprised he can manage to touch it at all. A few rough, slick jerks over the swollen head and he’ll do it all over me, I know he will.

But I suspect he’s not going to give in just yet.

‘How does she feel?’ he asks, but he doesn’t stop at that level of tease. Apparently, he’s not satisfied with watching me squirm, as he talks around me like I’m not there. He also has to stroke the tip of his cock over my parted lips, backing off when I try to lick or suck. Easing forwards when I keep myself perfectly still.

‘Tight. Really tight. She keeps squeezing around me.’

‘Yeah? She trying to milk that eager cock of yours?’

‘Oh God, do you have to say stuff like that?’ Brandon asks, and I understand how he feels. I’m almost beside myself now, and Tyler talking this way isn’t helping.

‘Like what? Like once, when we were jerking off together, I just leaned down and licked the tip of your cock and you creamed all over my face?’

Yeah, it’s not helping at all. The minute those words are out a great jolt of pleasure rolls through my body, and once it’s done I can’t help myself. I have to work myself back on Brandon’s cock, just to keep myself sane.

I mean, did that really happen?

‘Don’t … don’t …’ Brandon says, which probably means it did. Back in college – back when I was innocently working on essays with them – they were sucking each other off and spurting all over each other’s face and Lord only knows what else.

I might come if I think about what else.

‘Are you going to cream in her tight little pussy? Tell me what it looks like first,’ Tyler says, and I swear it almost happens then. I’m making a noise like some animal drowning, and I’m hanging on to one of his big legs as though it’s a life raft. A couple more thrusts and I’ll go over.

Unfortunate, really, that Tyler’s words make Brandon slow, and then stop.

‘What are you … do you …’ he stutters, in a way that suggests he can no longer understand words. He’s broken down, the way I have. I can barely do anything aside from rock back against his no longer moving cock, while blindly searching for Tyler’s with my mouth.

And when he finally, finally slides that slick tip past my lips, it’s a relief.

‘Tell me what she looks like, spread around your cock,’ Tyler says, while I do exactly what I told him I would. I suck at him, greedily, tongue lapping and swirling around the swollen head. He doesn’t even have to put a hand in my hair, or thrust forwards.

I make myself gag on his thick length before he’s done a single thing – and they both groan when I do. Like they like it, I think. They like hearing me force myself and take as much cock as I can, but more than that they like doing really dirty things to me, while talking about it in explicit detail.

‘Uhhhh. Really wet. When I pull out, I can see it all glistening on me,’ Brandon says, and, oh God, I can feel exactly what he means. I can feel his cock slowly easing out of me, everything so slippery and good.

Tyler starts to shake. It’s the only outward sign he gives that this blow job is making him nuts – aside from the breathlessness of his voice, maybe. When he next speaks, he sounds like some whore I picked up, from that slave harem I thought of earlier.

‘Yeah, that’s good. More,’ he says, and though he could be talking to me, here, I know he’s not. He’s waiting for Brandon to choke out something else, something lewder, as those glorious thrusts pick up again. Oh, he does it so hard – just like I wanted him to. And I can feel Tyler rocking his hips now, too, a little.

Like they’re connected, through me.

‘And she’s all … open … ohhh God. Ohhh God, I’m gonna come,’ Brandon groans, but I could have told him that. His cock swells in that tight, slick little passage, and those thrusts turn frantic. Another second, I think, another second … but I don’t have to say.

‘Don’t come yet. Not yet. She’s close,’ Tyler offers for me.

And he’s right, despite Bran’s next words.

‘How can you tell?’ he asks, and my face flushes red before Tyler even answers. I know what he’s going to go with after all. I told them both, back at the restaurant – and I can no more help it than I can hold back the orgasm that’s starting to swell through me.

‘Cause she’s sucking on me really hard … Oh fuck, Maisie. Watch her. Watch her suck my cock. Look how greedy she is,’ Tyler moans, while I die a little inside. I can hardly deny what he’s saying after all. I’m working on his cock so frantically, so sloppily, that even I know how it must look.

Like I fucking love it.

‘Ohhh yeah.’

‘Fuck her hard, Bran. Fuck her hard, that’s it,’ Tyler says, and I’d be touched that he remembered, if I wasn’t so mortified – not to mention absolutely stuffed full of surging pleasure. I can feel my body shuddering under the pressure, and I have to let go of Tyler. Just for a second.

Just long enough to groan ecstatically, at the thought of what’s actually happening here. I’m coming. I’m coming, without a finger or mouth on my clit. Just Brandon, fucking into me hard enough to jolt me up the bed, while his filthy little mouth spews things I already know, but am more than glad to hear.

‘Oh yeah, Maisie, yeah, do it on my cock. She’s coming. Ohhhh, she’s definitely coming. Can I do it now? Can I?’

Somehow that question at the end only makes everything sweeter. My orgasm pulses through my clenching pussy, again, again, too strong to take. I’m going to die of coming, I think.

Or maybe die of them saying stuff.

‘Yeah, fill her. Do it. Oh, Bran, do it,’ Tyler pants, but it’s actually him who goes over. His cock jerks in my mouth and I feel the first hot spurt about a second before Brandon grunts his pleasure.

And then I’m just swamped by men, and the sounds of rough, prolonged orgasms, and the feel of cocks swelling and filling me to bursting. Tyler’s hand goes to my hair and Brandon’s to my hips, as they thrust and fuck and push me way past my limit.

My limit was back there somewhere, in the storage cupboard downstairs.

My limit was five years ago, when Brandon lifted my top.

Though I find, as I sprawl back against the bed – come-soaked and near exhausted – that I don’t care in the slightest. Come on, limits, I think. Show me what you got.

‘Have you ever fucked each other?’

It’s a question that’s been on my mind since all of this started. I don’t think it’s unreasonable to ask – though both of them see to think it is. Because despite the fucking they’ve just given me and all the lurid fantasies I confessed to, Bran goes red and looks away.

And, for a second, I think Tyler’s going to do the same.

Then he answers, as calm as always, ‘A couple of times.’

He’s got a hand in my hair, stroking idly close to my temple. It’s good – soothing. Especially for this topic, which doesn’t seem to be soothing Brandon at all. I have to put a hand behind myself and catch a hold of him before he decides he’s going to leap off the bed.

‘Could we maybe not talk about this?’ he says, while I think of all the reasons why we should. Being honest with each other, forming a trusting bond …

Because I’m desperately curious about every tiny kinky facet of their lives …

‘Did you plough him good?’

Tyler laughs. ‘Yeah.’

‘Was his ass nice and tight?’

‘I don’t know. All that dildo fucking he used to do kind of wore him out.’

‘Ty!’ Brandon says, but he doesn’t get off the bed. And, even better, he doesn’t deny what Tyler’s saying. When I look at him, he just looks right back, half mortified, half something else.

Relieved, it looks like, to finally confess. I don’t think they’ve ever actually talked about it, outside of actually doing it.

‘You really do that?’ I ask, and he kind of shrugs one shoulder. ‘You like something in your ass?’

‘Maybe,’ he says. Then he adds with some apprehension, ‘Does that weird you out?’

‘I told you earlier that I masturbate while thinking about you using my body for a come dumpster. What do you think?’

He covers his eyes with one hand, but this time it has nothing to do with possible gayness and/or dildo usage. It’s just plain old garden-variety concern for his own mental wellbeing.

‘I think I shouldn’t get turned on when you say things like that.’

‘Which part?’ Tyler asks, as that hand of his slides down from my hair and makes its way to one still exposed breast. I’ve honestly no idea why I haven’t put any clothes back on, I really don’t.

Aside from the fact that I was just hoping he’d do stuff like this. I want them to do stuff like this, instead of whatever Brandon’s currently doing. I have to shift onto my stomach and use both hands, just to prise his fingers off his face.

‘The come dumpster part,’ he says, as he fights me to the death. ‘Not the masturbation part.’

‘You like the masturbation part, huh?’ I say, and am delighted to find that once the hand is off his face, it’s not averse to holding on to mine. We’re actually doing something normal, like hand holding.

While discussing receptacles that people might jizz into.

‘Is that OK?’

‘Stop asking if things are OK. We’ve done enough of that. We’ve had five years of that. I want … you know, proper talking.’

‘Yeah,’ Tyler says, as he levers one arm behind his head. He even gazes pensively up at the ceiling, before continuing. ‘We should probably discuss how we’re going to organise our lives around this monumental life-changing decision we’ve made to be together.’

I don’t think Brandon or I can stop ourselves. We both crank our heads around in slow motion, to give Tyler the most stunned look he’s ever been levelled with. I’m only surprised he doesn’t melt on contact with it.

Though it’s scary enough on its own when he just stares back at us. He just stares and stares until I break out in hives and Brandon takes a breath, like he’s working up to saying something. He’s going to pick up where Tyler has just left off and start talking about white picket fences and garden gnomes and God knows what else, and we’re all only saved by Tyler’s sudden laughter.