SARAH

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King’s voice had a smile in it and when I turned to look at him, I saw it. Yeah, he was smiling, but his gaze was squarely on my tits. Yes, tits. I’d never been into that word, thought it a little demeaning, but not now. Now, it sounded sexy and dirty. I bet I looked pretty dirty since I still held the back of my skirt up. I was covered in front, but that was the only place still unseen by them.

“Back on the bed. Same position as before.”

I walked past them back to the bed, knowing they could see the way my breasts swayed as I moved. I wasn’t small, anywhere. I shifted and wiggled, swayed and jiggled.

I let go of my skirt and crawled onto the soft mattress, dropped to my forearms.

“Reach back, bare that ass for us to see.”

Shifting my weight to one arm, I did it. They could have done it for me in a matter of seconds, but they were patient as I revealed myself to them. Again, it was an opportunity for me to say red, to change my mind. To slow down or stop entirely.

No way. I was sooo green right now.

I exhaled, settled into position and was ready for whatever they would do next.

Their fingers hooked into the lacy edge of my thong and slowly tugged it down, but when it pulled away from my pussy, I felt it cling...cling, and then pull away.

“Look at that sticky honey,” Wilder practically groaned as the damp scrap of lace settled about my knees. They shifted me to remove it entirely before the thong was dropped on the bed a few inches in front of my face. I couldn’t miss the dark wet patch in the middle.

I felt the bed lift as they moved and when I tilted my head, I saw them standing to the side, arms folded, looking at me.

“Don’t move, princess. We want to look our fill,” Wilder said.

“You’re gorgeous. We’ve dreamed about you like this,” King added.

I could only imagine what I looked like, on all fours as I was. My ass was high, breasts hanging down, my nipples brushing the bed.

“We could walk up behind you, fuck you right now. Claim that cherry once and for all,” King commented.

Wilder pulled out a cell, snapped a picture.

“Wilder...I don’t want—”

“Shh,” he said, putting one hand on the bed to lean close enough so I could see myself on the small screen. “Look at how we see you.”

Yes, I was just as I described, every full curve on display. Lewdly, decadently. And more. Even the pink handprints were visible. They couldn’t miss how wet and open my pussy was.

“So sexy, so submissive. I love how you remain in position even though you’re nervous. Such a good princess.”

I exhaled with his words.

“Now watch me delete this. You, like this, all bare and perfect, is just for me and King.”

He pushed a few buttons and I watched as the picture was, in fact, deleted.

King went to the side of the bed and a growl escaped his chest. “Don’t move from your position. Otherwise, you’ll get your ass spanked some more.”

I started to turn my head to see what he was doing, but Wilder came around to the far side of the bed, dropped to his knees so I could look right at him. His fingers pointed toward me, then his way. “Eyes on me. Don’t close them, don’t look away.”

Okay. That shouldn’t be too hard. But I felt something wet and soft slide along my pussy and I gasped, startled. A hand gripped my bare hip, held me in place.

Wilder’s usually intense look softened, a small smile turned up at the corner of his mouth. “Like King’s tongue? He’s going to lick up all that sweet honey.”

King’s tongue? Oh. My. God. His mouth was on my pussy. They’d barely kissed me and this was what they started with? No, they’d started when Wilder carried me upstairs. If I’d wanted normal kisses, I’d have been fine with Danny Sayers from seventh grade.

“It is sweet,” King said from between my thighs. I felt his warm breath...there. There! He could see everything up close and personal.

And taste. Oh god.

King. Had. His. Face. Between. My. Thighs.

I was on a bed, ass in the air, King licking me where no one had ever even seen before, Wilder watching my every expression. I whimpered.

“So fucking sweet. And she’s dripping,” King added as he licked me again.

“Eyes open, princess,” Wilder warned.

Now I knew why he’d given me the warning earlier. It was almost impossible to look at Wilder with the things King was doing. His tongue circled my entrance, slid up a fold and to my clit.

I cried out his name.

“That’s right, princess. Say my name,” King said. It must have spurred him on, for his hands came to the backs of my thighs, his thumbs parting me so I was completely and totally at his mercy.

“Time to come for us, princess. I’m going to watch,” Wilder vowed.

I’d made myself come many times. Hundreds, but it had never felt like this. Tingly and intense, hot and wet. Out of control. I could do nothing but take whatever King was going to give me and look into Wilder’s dark eyes as I did so.

All I could do was submit.

My body did so readily; King was a voracious and thorough lover. Skilled, too, with the way he was getting me closer and closer to coming.

My fingers clenched the bedding, my back arched, pushing my hips into his face. My mouth fell open and my eyelids lowered halfway.

“I’m...oh god, I’m going to come!”

There was nothing stopping it. The way King gently yet ruthlessly licked my clit, then sucked it into his mouth was indescribable. But when he carefully slid his teeth over the sensitive nub, I was done for.

My eyes flared wide at the surprise of it, so much more intense than I’d ever imagined. My nipples were sensitive—I felt the rings rub and the blanket felt almost scratchy against the tender skin. Every inch of my body tensed as the heat, the bliss of it spread through me, like sweet poison through my veins.

“My turn,” Wilder said, his voice harsh as he stood abruptly, stalked around the bed. I looked back and saw King move out of the way, wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.

Gripping my hips, he flipped me onto my back. Wilder put his hands on my knees, parted them and pushed them wide. I looked up at him as he stood over me. I’d never seen him look this way, almost feral. I could see the thick bulge of his cock in his jeans, pressing, I assumed painfully.

Wilder lowered himself and put his mouth on me, his broad shoulders keeping my thighs spread, my heels slid up and down his back.

Instantly, my fingers went to his hair, tugged. “Wilder!”

His hands settled on my breasts, cupped them, tugged on the nipples, gently twisted the rings as he ate me out.

I was ridiculously sensitive from King and Wilder easily pushed me to the brink and over the edge again. This pleasure was sweet and rolling, toe curling. Equally intense but...different. Just like the two men who gave them to me.

When he pushed up, he, too, wiped his glistening lips.

“Now that you’re all warmed up, it’s time to play,” he said.

Neither man made any move to remove their clothes. While I was bare except for the skirt bunched about my waist and the heels, they had every piece of clothing on.

“Play?”

My inner walls clenched at the thought of what they had in mind next. Each of them took hold of an ankle, carefully undid the little clasps on the straps of my stiletto Mary Janes.

“See what makes you hot,” King said, grinning as he slid the shoe off my foot, dropped it to the floor.

“I think you know the answer to that,” I commented.

His eyes slid down my leg and right to my pussy.

“That’s just one way,” he replied.

“What about...what about you?” I asked, staring at the impressive erections thickly outlined in their jeans. Wilder’s curved blatantly to the right and up toward his hip. King’s also went to the right, but it went down the inside of his thigh, as if he had a baton in there.

“What are you trying to say, princess?” Wilder asked, glancing down at himself, then at me.

“Aren’t you going to… get undressed? Let me touch you?”

Wilder quickly undid the buttons of his shirt, shucked it. Oh my. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Dark hair on his chest looked soft as it narrowed to his navel, then to a thin line that disappeared into his pants. He kept his hands at his sides, let me look my fill.

Pushing up on my elbows, then all the way up, I knelt on the bed. He moved close so I could touch him, to feel the heat of his skin, feel the hard muscles beneath. God, it was better than I’d imagined.

Glancing up at him through my lashes, I caught him watching me.

“See something you like?” he asked, his voice rumbling.

I bit my lip. Nodded. Oh, yes. I absolutely did.

I’d thought of this, of what he’d look like, feel like, even smell like...for, well, forever.

King worked his blue shirt off, let it fall to the floor behind him, and I put a hand on him as well.

“Dark and light,” I said dreamily to myself. “I get both of you.”

And I was only reveling in their chests. There was so much more of them. While this wasn’t bad, there were better...areas I wanted to see.

Reaching for their belt buckles, I hooked my fingers around the metal and pulled them both a touch closer. Of course, they let me tug them, otherwise it would have been impossible to do so.

As I began to fiddle with the belts, my fingers were only inches away from their bulging cocks, they stilled my motions.

“What?” I asked, looking up at them again.

“No dicks for you, princess.”

I froze, my brain stalling on what Wilder said. “What?” I asked again. “I thought…I mean, if you’re going to take my virginity then at least one dick is required.”

I hadn’t done it before, but I wasn’t that clueless.

They both smiled. “True. Very true. But we’re not claiming you until you’ve got our rings on your finger.”