The Game by L.P. Lovell

17

The next morning, I wake to the golden haze of sunlight falling over the two, sleeping men I lie between. Even in sleep, their faces are beautiful, a beauty that readily hides the souls of demons.

Preston stirs, wrapping an arm around my waist and tugging me against him. “Good morning, sweet Ella.” He gently kisses my shoulder while his hand creeps between my thighs.

My pulse quickens, everything in me stirring to life under his lazy touch. I’m vaguely aware of Tobias stirring before soft kisses flutter along my spine. But the premise of gentleness is lost when he fists my hair and yanks my head back against his chest. “You wouldn't dare play without me would you, little lamb?”

And isn’t this bliss? Preston on my breast, Tobias at my throat, their hands roaming in a sensual dance over my naked body. Every touch ignites a fire, wild and ravaging. I feel feral and tempting when the two of them are on me like this. There's a primitive tension; a haunting electricity buzzing through the air. I am no one to anyone except them. That is the choice I made on that bridge.

I have no obligations, no concerns. Nothing but them and this. Two devils at my side taunting me within the pretty flames of hell, making me want to burn with them.

Tobias continues to kiss along my back before he grabs my cheeks and spreads them apart, blowing a hot breath across my asshole. I bite at my lip to stifle a moan. I want him to lick it because it's filthy.

Preston lifts my leg, resting my thigh on his broad shoulder as he spreads me open. When the warmth of his tongue finally flicks over my clit, I moan.

“You taste so sweet, sweet Ella.”

Tobias's grip on my ass cheeks tightens. “Such a pretty, tight little asshole,” he whispers. His nose brushes my asscheek and my body tenses. “This is mine. No one else's. Not even Preston's,” he says, then circles his tongue over my hole. My back bows from the sensation, my mind short-circuiting.

“Do you like to be dirty, Ella?” Preston breathes against my pussy.

“She wants to be filthy.” Tobias licks me again, and I wiggle between their two hard bodies and their mouths. “Squirm, little lamb, squirm.”

Tobias's fingers dig into my flesh before he moves away, crawling up behind me. I'm lost in the prickling tension that's building with each lick of Preston’s tongue.

Heat slowly paints its way over me, and I fall over the cliff, blissfully unaware of anything but the two of them. A violent wave of endorphins rushes through me.

“You were so good last night, Ella,” Tobias says as he holds me.

Preston crawls up the bed, next to me. “You were perfect.”

“And as a reward, we’re going to give you something you want. What do you want, little lamb?”

I could say so many things. I should say so many things, but the depraved little being that's clawing its way out wants one thing.

My gaze drifts back and forth between Tobias and Preston, roaming over their naked bodies and hard cocks standing at attention. I remember how hot it was to watch them suck on each other, to see them lose themselves last night. I can tell them to touch each other, suck each other, fuck each other—That kind of power over two dominant and beautiful men is its own high. Sex and power. Power and sex, and dirty, filthy games...

Tobias glances at Preston, smirking before he grabs Preston's hand and places it on his cock. “Is this what you want?” He forces Preston's hand up and down over the length of his dick. “Do you want to see us together?”

“Yes...”

Tobias grabs Preston's jaw and their lips connect, tongues clashing against each other as Tobias fists Preston's cock. The sunlight bounces over their taut muscles. The masculinity of it all is beautiful.

“Do you want him to suck me, or do you want me to fuck him in the ass, Ella?” Tobias says. “Your call.”

I don’t hesitate. “I want you to fuck him.”

“Very well.” Tobias moves behind Preston and shoves him forward. Preston’s hands land between my spread legs.

“Give me that tight asshole,” Tobias says.

Preston’s head hangs on a heavy breath. “Tell me you want my cock, Preston.”

“Fuck,” Preston groans, his back bowing.

“Fucking tell me.”

Preston rises onto his knees, reaches behind him, and grabs Tobias's cock, shoving it toward his ass. “Do you want to fuck me, Tobias?”

Tobias wraps a hand around Preston's throat. “Beg me,” Tobias says.

“I'm not fucking begging you.” And with that Preston pushes back. “You'll fuck me regardless.”

Tobias grins, then pushes into him.

A short-lived grimace flickers across Preston’s face, and Tobias's entire body seems to relax on a guttural groan. “So damn tight…”

I swallow, watching each movement, listening to each hard breath, each moan. I’m completely lost within the sight of these two men giving into each other. Tobias’s sultry gaze locks on me as he runs his tongue along the side of Preston’s throat. “Do you like this, little lamb? Do you like to watch me fuck him?”

“Yes.” There’s no hesitation. I enjoy this very much.

Preston fists his own dick, frantically stroking over it. “Fuck me harder.”

My nipples tighten and the pull between my thighs is nearly unbearable. I'm hot and desperate. The want is so evident on both their faces, and that’s what really makes me come unhinged. Tobias must sense it because the slightest smirk flickers across his face. “Want to play, little lamb?”

“Yes, come play with us, sweet Ella,” Preston says, like a beautiful siren luring me to my demise.

The men change positions. Tobias sits and Preston reverse straddles him, sinking down on his cock before he grabs onto me. “Fuck me, Ella.”

I straddle his lap, moaning as he fills me.

Each time Tobias thrusts into Preston, Preston pushes into me. “This is perfect, Ella,” he says. “We're perfect together. All three of us.”

He’s right. We are. This is an experience. This is living. This is everything I never knew I needed, and even if I had, before the two of them, I would have felt guilty for wanting such things.

Tobias's movements grow more feral, more animalistic, and in turn, Preston begins thrusting into me harder, deeper until my body sparks with a burning need.

Rough fingers dig into my hips. Preston bucks up, groaning and swearing as he comes, and that is enough to send me hurtling over the edge. Warmth spreads throughout my body, a sensual tingle of unconventional lust and pleasure electrifying every inch of my skin.

Tobias releases a guttural growl, thrusting into Preston once more before he falls back on the bed, dragging both of us down with him. And here the three of us lie, naked and breathless, tangled together in the most forbidden of circumstances. Taboo and tainted.

“Could you be more perfect, little lamb?” Tobias pants, sweeping hair from my forehead.

For a single moment, they make me feel like I'm their entire world. And the worst thing is, I think I might want to be.