CHAPTER 17

LEXIE

Lexie watched the sun come up on the horizon, driving darkness away.

She’d been worried for a while but the way they treated here made her feel safe.

Lucian’s room was bigger than it looked from the outside. It was decorated in minimalistic furniture, everything from the bed, to the small sofa he had across it, to the bedside tables, to the way it was painted, in soft, neutral colors, soothed her. It was absolutely clean. Black and white photographs on the walls, most of them landscapes, completed the decoration perfectly.

A door stood to her left, the bathroom.

She smiled. She knew these guys worked hard to get where they were now. No luck involved. They were clean and organized. The apartment reflected an inner side of them nothing else could describe.

If she’d come to an apartment where everything was a mess, she would’ve thought differently of them, she would’ve liked them, of course, they were amazing people, but now she felt nothing but admiration.

Someday I’ll live like this. I just need to work harder.

She smiled. They gave her hope. Everything would fall into place. She’d been too used to working at the shoe store. Money was always tight, but it was a place that needed her more than she needed it.

She was ready for more. She will no longer underestimate herself.

The first ray of the sun reached the edge of the bed. It was six in the morning.

Lucian turned around, facing upward, still completely asleep. She smiled, he looked so peaceful, so happy.

Then she snapped awake, holding her breath.

The sheet he covered himself with tented up high, he has a hard-on!.

She bit her lip, almost laughing, turned to Crow and he was the same.

Oh, my God. Really?

The sheets barely covered their bodies, their hard, chiseled muscles exposed in the morning light.

Incredible how they looked so similar, their bodies worked out to perfection; but at the same time, so different: Crow’s skin was a bit darker, more rugged, his arms a bit hairy.

Lucian was his opposite, paler and hairless.

I wonder…

She bit her lip again, and caressed their torsos with each hand, the texture of their skins so different and so like themselves.

Don’t do it, Lex. Just don’t— But she couldn’t help it. She wanted to see them, how different they were.

That morning she found out she was a bigger pervert than she thought.

She slid the sheets down, uncovering each of them. She giggled, they didn’t notice. Both kept on sleeping soundly. She felt like a rascal doing this. But it was funny and she didn’t care. Not this early. I’m doing it for science.

She held a laugh, and when the sheets came off she had to cross her legs, her arousal much higher than she anticipated.

There they were, ready for her. Thick and long and hard. Fuck.

Lucian’s cockhead was dark red, his shaft a light pink. Crow’s was a bit darker and thicker. She shivered. She wasn’t going to do this.

Not at all.

She just wanted to see them from up close. She slid to the edge of the bed slowly, she was not going to wake them up.

It’s not like I’m doing something bad. Her face got closer to Lucian’s rod, and it suddenly throbbed. She’d never seen men this big. Not even in the porno movies her roommate brought home when they were in college. She was the crazy one, not her.

The covers on the DVD’s were more than enough.

And I teased her so badly.

Crow’s cock also throbbed, making her turn her attention to it. She slid over, her face almost resting on his legs, his sack a few inches away.

Get up, get in the shower and leave.

She pressed her lips.

There she was, completely naked between the two sexiest men she’d ever met. She had to leave as soon as possible. It was light outside, time to go.

But she did the unthinkable.

Her tongue rolled from the base of Crow’s shaft up to his tip.

What am I doing?

She barely grazed it, but his taste remained in her mouth. Fuck. She needed more. She did it again, now the whole length of her tongue pressed against his shaft as she licked it from the bottom up.

She was wet. Incredibly freaking wet.

She turned to Lucian. She needed to taste him, too. She brushed her hair back and opened her mouth, looking up to see if he was still sleeping.

She giggled again, covering her mouth to prevent them from hearing her, then, a sudden impulse filled her and put her lips around his cockhead, her tongue pressing on it.

His taste. She craved it, still unable to decide which one did she prefer.

She put it in deeper, the hard rod filling her mouth, her saliva already drenching it completely, then came back up, licking his tip again like an ice cream cone.

Her hands raced to Crow’s groin, pulling his sack up as she licked it completely, then put his length inside her mouth, sucking it harder.

She was enjoying this a bit too much, going from one to the other, “hiding” when one of them moaned in their sleep, trying to keep them like that.

Like her own personal sex toys.

Her hand went down to her sex. Her fingers got instantly drenched, touching her clit sent shivers everywhere, she couldn’t hold back any longer.

She sucked Crow harder, his hot shaft deep in her mouth, one, two, three times, until his precum filled her mouth. She looked up and sneakily moved over to taste Lucian, her other hand going from her folds to Crow’s cock, jerking it off, her juices rolling down her thighs, drunk on lust.

Lucian was the first one to wake up, moaning, placing his hand behind her head, but not pushing it. She immediately went back to have more of Crow’s in her mouth, jerking Lucian off with a slow up and down, up and down motion, his cock so big she could grab it with both hands and there would still be cock to spare. She was insane.

“God…” Crow moaned.

She looked up, his face was of craving, of bottled up lust. Lucian, on the other hand, had his eyes closed, his back flat on the bed, his head bending backwards.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice sleazier than she meant to.

She put Lucian’s rod in her mouth as hard as she could. His cock grazed her throat, then pulled herself back, her drool dripping down on it, mixed with his seed.

“Oh fucking—”

She didn’t let him finish that sentence.

She went back to it, sucking harder and harder, looking at him, then at Crow, who was also going insane. Her hand was drenched in saliva and her own juices, she jerked him off, then went down to his god damned balls and softly massaged them, then upwards again to his shaft.

Lucian yelled, and finally, she had his taste in her mouth again. Thick and bittersweet.

She kept on sucking until she was sure she had the last drop of him, until his seed was depleted, her hand and chin and the bed itself stained with it.

Then she went to Crow and licked his manhood again, up and down, up and down, savoring every inch of his length, but suddenly Crow jumped from the bed, taking his cock out of her mouth in a swift motion, and Lucian did the same, whirling her around so she faced up.

Crow pulled her to him, until her head was hanging on the edge of the bed; Lucian grabbed her legs and spread them open. She was soaking wet, she could feel her slit drip down her juices down to her hole.

This was the dirtiest, filthiest, craziest thing she’d ever done.

Lucian lapped at her clit, then slowly went down her slit, drenching his tongue with her juices.

She moaned like crazy and right when she opened her mouth, Crow put his thick cock in it, shutting her up.

“Is this what you want?” Crow asked, drunk with lust.

He began fucking her mouth, his taste mixing with Lucian’s, her center about to explode, lustful sensations rippling throughout her body.

Lucian opened her crease with his fingers and licked and lapped at her button.

She tried to close her legs, but he was on the way, there was no escape.

She opened her mouth, Crow put it in, filling her completely, and went in and out, in and out fast, unable to control himself. She was his sex toy, and she loved it. She moaned, her mouth full.

“Is this what you want?” Yelled Crow, raising his right foot and placing it next to her on the bed, his hands cupping her breasts, bending down to touch them and suck on them.

“Yes!” she blurted out and right then, Crow came right in her mouth, pulled out and kept on coming on her neck and chest. His warm seed bathed her, and she couldn’t help it any longer. She exploded.

She exploded right on Lucian’s face. She’d never came so hard, every muscle in her body contracted, her yell loud and violent, Lucian grinded his face against her mound, drenching himself in her orgasm, his tongue still exploring her.

Crow sat against the wall. She looked at him, breathing hard and fast. Lucian lay on her belly, holding her.

This was probably the last day she saw them. She had to leave, or she’d sink lower and lower until she couldn’t recognize herself.