Ecstasy

“Because both of us want to be inside your tight pussy.”

Tight. He would only know if he’d been there.

For one heart-stopping moment, I wonder if he’ll tell Alex. I wonder if he’ll tell him right now. I wonder if that was his plan all along.

But, still staring into my eyes, he just says, “Beg him.”

I furrow my brow, confused and caught up in both of them surrounding me in this dark room, the music and voices still carrying on from above our heads.

“Beg him to share you.”

Alex laughs and nuzzles his nose against my neck. “I like that idea.”

I open my mouth, and Eli tugs on both nipples. Only a soft moan comes out and I almost stumble forward, but Alex pulls me close to him, and I don’t dare lower my arms.

“Alex,” I whisper. I’m desperate. Desperate to have them both inside of me. Desperate for Eli’s cock to be lower, brushing up against my clit. I hold his gaze as I beg my ex. “Alex, please.” I bite my lip and Eli’s eyes dip to my mouth. I see the vein in his neck straining against his skin. “Alex, please let me.”

Alex moves his hand, then brings his forearm against my throat. Now I don’t have a choice. I can’t move my hands from his neck. He’s holding them back while he nearly chokes me.

I see Eli’s eyes narrow.

“Zara,” Alex says quietly, “I told you. I’m not fucking sharing you.”

Eli’s full lips turn into a smile. He palms one breast and the other he slaps, bringing his hand down. The sound is loud in the room and I flinch.

“Be careful with her.” Alex’s words are low, not wanting to ruin our game, but he’s serious. I hear it in his tone.

Eli ignores him. “Beg more.” His voice is so cold. “You’re not trying nearly hard enough.”

“Alex, please.”

Eli finally breaks my gaze. He looks at Alex, at my back. “She’s convincing,” he says quietly, “and if she wants to be a whore, why not let her?”

Alex shifts his arm from around my throat, then tangles his fingers in my hair, yanking my head back, burning my scalp.

“There you go,” Eli says in that same quiet voice. “You don’t need to be careful. Treat her like the slut that she is.”

“This is what you really want?” Alex snarls in my ear. “You want us both to fuck you?” Without waiting for an answer, he shoves me down, toward the floor, but his arm is still wrapped around me, so I don’t fall. He goes down with me.

Eli moves out of the way, and I’m at his feet.

Alex’s knee is in my back, my face pressed against the side of the cold, wooden floor.

“Fucking answer me.”

I swallow down my nerves. Because I do want it.

“Yes,” I whisper, my lips moving against the floor. “Yes.”

Alex’s knee digs in harder against my spine and I wince. His fingers tighten in my hair as he leans over me, his mouth inches from mine. “You’re a fucking whore, Zara. After tonight, I’m done with you.”

My heart cracks with those words. Are they true? Is this still part of the game? Does he mean it? But I don’t want to stop. Whatever this is, I don’t want to end it.

Because I want them.

He moves his knee from my back and I almost exhale a sigh of relief. Maybe he’ll actually enjoy this. Maybe it isn’t a punishment.

But then he yanks me by my hair, forces me to my hands and knees.

“Arch your back.”

I do, the column on my throat stretched taut as he holds my hair back. His hand goes to my i

Exposing me.

To him, and Eli.

He runs his hand over my pussy. “You’re disgusting,” he says to me, rubbing my own wetness over my thigh. “Fucking disgusting, princess. Don’t move.”

He pulls back, the absence of anyone’s touch while I’m on my hands and knees nearly humiliating.

Eli moves to stand in front of me, but from this angle, I can’t see his face.

“Get on the bed,” he says.

“No,” Alex counters, “you said it yourself. She’s a fucking whore. She deserves to get fucked on the floor.”

My heart is pounding erratically in my chest, my eyes on the floor. I’m torn between wanting to get up and end this and wanting them to hurry the fuck up because I’m still desperate for someone’s touch.

Eli leans down, extends his hand to me.

I look up, meeting his eyes.

“She’s our whore. Besides, you say the word like it’s a bad thing.” He looks past me as I take his hand. “She’s about to make both of us feel really fucking good. Show some goddamn respect.”

They’re making my head spin, this hot and cold, good cop, bad cop shit. And the molly I took in the bathroom seems to be working its way into my head, because I don’t care.

I just want them.

Eli pulls me to my feet and wraps a possessive arm around my back. “You ever done this before, baby girl?”

I shake my head, my palms on his chest as he holds me close, looking into my eyes. Like he sees me.

“She doesn’t need a step-by-step manual,” Alex growls behind me. “Hurry the fuck up.”

Eli ignores him, brushing a lock of hair from my face, his fingers lingering on my throat as he stares down at me. “I’ll lay down first. Get on top of me.”

I nod, biting my lip as I stare at his. I want his mouth on me again. I want to feel him.

He leans in close, brushing his lips over my ear, sending a chill down my spine. “And just relax, baby girl. I’ll take care of you.”

And then he pulls me toward the bed.

Lets me go.

Just as he said he would, he lays down first, his hand behind his head, propped up on the pillow. With his other hand, he strokes his cock, his eyes on me, an arrogant smile playing around his mouth, his dark green eyes locked on mine.

And I know, as I crawl toward him, Alex watching me from behind, that he’s not going to be as gentle as he just was.

That was a break from what he really wants.

A moment to reassure me.

Now, though…

Now he’ll be back to rough hands and rougher words.

But it’s Alex that speaks first, from behind me. “Hurry the fuck up.” He slaps my ass. “Get on top of him.”

Carefully, I climb over Eli, hands on either side of his head, knees beside his hips.

My tits are by his face.

He just keeps stroking himself, one hand behind his head. Still cocky. Arrogant. Back to being cold. This is what he wanted. This is probably what he wanted all along. “Spread your legs wider.”

I adjust my knees, widening my stance, my fingers digging into the soft white sheets. I know Alex is there, behind us, watching. It’s u

I feel Eli’s cock brush against me, and I suck in a breath, remembering. Knowing this isn’t the first time we’ve touched each other. But Alex thinks it is.

And I know Eli is thinking exactly that as he holds my gaze and guides himself into me. I see the smirk on his face, the heat in his eyes. The way they crinkle just a little as he watches my face flush when he lifts his hips and pushes all the way into me.

He lifts his head. “Come closer. I want those in my mouth,” he nods toward my breasts, swaying between us. I whimper, adjusting myself on him as I lean forward, my hands on the headboard behind him.

When he speaks next, his breath is on my skin. “For such a big fucking whore, you’re still so damn tight.”

He takes my nipple into his mouth, sucks hard, and then lets me go with a pop. “For now.” He shifts his hips again and I can’t hold back my moan as I bite my lip, Eli’s hands going to my ass.