The Game by L.P. Lovell

33

Iawaken with a jolt and I drag a stilted breath into my lungs as I push away the memories from yesterday— Sawyer’s wide, lifeless eyes. Blood. Tobias.

The soft early morning light outlines Tobias’s beautiful form, his eyes still closed as his fingers rub soothing circles over my skin. I barely remember coming home last night, and I wonder, is the game really over?

“Come here, little lamb,” he whispers, a bite of command in his voice.

I want to hate him for twisting me into this person, but I know it isn't him. It's me. No one could manipulate a person’s fundamental sense of self in seven days. The dark part of me wanted revenge, it enjoyed watching Sawyer die, it felt validation killing Reginald. That part must have always been somewhere deep within me just waiting to come out. Some lessons have been hard, but I understand now. I see. Tobias is my awakening within the darkness.

Preston comes out of the bathroom, slipping into bed behind me. These two men are my reality. They make me feel safe and wanted, cherished, and loved when I'm in their embrace. How is it possible to feel as though you physically need someone simply to exist in just seven days? Preston’s fingers whisper over my hip before landing on Tobias' stomach, intertwining with mine. This right here is bliss. I don't need morals. I don't need guilt. I just need them.

“Come, little lamb.” Tobias kisses me gently before he stands and scoops me into his arms. “I like it when people can see you. When they know that you’re mine,” he says, carrying me through the French doors and onto the patio. The warm sun hits my bare skin, and I glance over the railing at the bustling city streets below.

“I want them to hear you come for me, Ella.” Tobias turns his back to the city and places me on my feet, then trails a finger between my legs. “For us…”

My stomach flutters with excitement at the prospect of people watching. Movement to the side of the patio catches my attention as Preston slips through the open doorway, his cock already hard and ready as he moves behind me. “Yes, Sweet Ella, come for us. One last time.”

I barely have time to process what he means by that statement before Tobias fists Preston’s hair and yanks his face over my shoulder. Their mouths slam together, their tongues wrestling in a show of masculinity.

Moisture pools between my thighs, and I sink to my knees, gripping Tobias’s hips before I slide his cock between my lips.

“Fuck, your mouth...” Tobias groans.

The two of them continue to kiss above me as I work my mouth over Tobias, deep, hard, and slow. And just when I think he’s getting close to that edge, he forces my mouth away from his cock and tells me to get on all fours. “Now, suck his cock, little lamb. Make him come in your mouth.”

Car horns blare. Jackhammers echo up between the concrete sky rises as I do as I’m told. Preston gets on his knees in front of me, and I kiss the swollen head of his cock before I lap up the drop of pre-cum.

I feel Tobias shift behind me and grab my hips. “I'm going to fuck your wet pussy until you scream for me to stop.” And then he slams balls deep inside me with such force it shoves Preston's cock down my throat, and I gag.

“That's right, little lamb, choke on his cock.”

I shouldn’t enjoy this so much, but I do. I moan around Preston as Tobias drives into me. Pain and pleasure. Hate and love. Submission and domination. It all swirls thick in the air, suffocating me.

“Do you want to come in her mouth, or her pussy, Preston?” Tobias grunts, ramming in deep. I find myself silently begging for him to say my pussy. I want them both inside of me. Filling me, fucking me, owning me, out here for everyone to see.

Preston strokes a finger over my cheek. “What do you want, sweet Ella?”

“Both of you.”

I’m yanked to my feet. Preston’s back hits the wall and he lifts me, clamping my thighs around his hips as he lowers me onto his waiting cock. Hard and perfect.

“You get it so wet for me, Tobias,” he groans on a deep thrust.

“She’s always wet for us.” Tobias slides a finger over my asshole before he sinks inside. I love the way it feels to have him there, where no other man has ever been. It's dirty and wrong, but so very right with him—With them.

His finger plunges in and out in rhythm with Preston's cock. “Tell me you want me in your ass, Ella.”

“I want you to fuck my ass, Tobias.”

His cock replaces his finger, the pressure growing with each second as he forces his way inside. It’s the sweetest pain, forbidden and sensual. He groans when his entire cock finally slips in. “So fucking perfect.”

Preston's fingers dig into my hips, forcing me over him until both men are seated balls deep inside me. Their cocks fight for space, creating a blissful friction that can’t be matched.

“Scream for us, little lamb.” Tobias nips at my ear.

“Come for us, sweet Ella.” Preston kisses my cheek.

It's too much. Tobias and Preston and the city below, the open air, the morning sun caressing my naked body...

“Look at all those people on the street Ella.” Tobias pants. “Scream for them so they know how good we feel inside you. Scream so they know you’re mine, little lamb.”

I glance over the railing at the cars and pedestrians littering the streets, and everything inside of me tightens and burns. I’m desperate for release. “I...I...” I can't catch my breath, “Tobias…”

Tobias’s pace picks up, his face smashes my cheek. “Louder.”

And they give me no choice. The fuck me so hard and ruthless I scream their names, the sound of my pleasure echoes from the surrounding buildings.

Both men groan and pant, and then they go rigid, burying themselves so deep inside of me I know I will never belong to anyone else. Tobias pulls out, leaving me wrapped around Preston’s waist. His lips whisper over my throat. I could stay with them like this forever. I can now. I won. Nothing can take them from me.

When Preston finally releases me, Tobias immediately grabs me and places me on the patio table. He sinks between my thighs and runs his tongue over my slit. “You taste so good in her, Preston,” he groans. After a few more swipes of his tongue, Tobias pushes to his feet and goes to Preston, cupping his cheek. “Taste how good we’ve been together…” He kisses him hard and deep. Their bodies press together as the kiss deepens and just as the tension grows into something palpable, Tobias breaks away. “We were so good.”

What is he talking about? Were?

Preston latches onto Tobias’s wrist, keeping it on his face. His eyes close and a silent exchange happens. Something filled with an emotion that scares me. When Preston finally releases Tobias’s arm, he steps toward me. “I knew you were perfect for Tobias.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “But oh, how I'll miss you.”

My gaze pings between the two men, and it’s now I recognize the sense of longing hanging heavy in the air. “Miss me? Why would you—”

“Little lamb. Preston has a new game to play.”

But I just won this one. How could Preston have a new game to play? I promised to be theirs forever, didn’t I? “You can’t leave,” I say.

Tears well in Preston’s eyes. Tobias’s jaw is tight.

“I'll come back, sweet Ella. I just have to make someone lose.” He gently kisses me, the taste of us still heavy on his tongue. “I promise I'll be back. If I tried to run, Tobias would find me.” Then he strolls inside the apartment and closes the door. I watch him disappear inside the apartment as Tobias wraps his arms around me.

I’m at a loss. Confused. But I know better than to ask questions.

“Now, little lamb.” Tobias wraps his arms around me and presses a kiss to my forehead. “You belong to me. And the only question left is. Are you game?”