Original Sins by Faith Summers

14

Evie

Ablast of ecstasy suddenly takes me and drives me wild as both men suck my breasts.

Holy hell.

This is beyond the boundaries of pleasure or anything that exists on this earth.

It’s a deeper ecstasy and the prelude to what it will feel like when they both take me.

Mindless moans fall from my lips, and the building shivers in my body rise like hot lava ready to erupt from an active volcano.

They both suck, stroke, lick, and pet, and then liquid fire singes my veins in a scorching wave as I come.

I've got myself off in the shower before, but that was nothing. This is everything, and it leaves me moaning out loud. And still, they give me more and more.

All I feel are hands on my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, and the pleasure tears me in two.

Henry slides his fingers into my pussy and engages in a slow, steady pump that arouses me all over again.

They stop sucking, and I try to catch my breath.

“Feel good?” Henry asks.

“Yes,” I answer on a staggered breath.

"Good. The more aroused you are, the better you'll feel when Georgiou takes you. How bout we take this off properly and get you somewhere more comfortable?"

"I think that sounds like a good idea," Georgiou agrees and shuffles to straighten up. "Why don't you take your clothes off for us, Duchess?"

My brain is so jangled I barely register what he’s saying, but I’m able to move.

When I stand, Henry sits, and the two watch me slide my dress and panties down my legs.

My breasts bobble when I bend down to step out of my panties. The last thing to come off is my little ballerina pumps.

I’m naked and exposed before them. More naked than I’ve ever been in front of anyone.

I don't, however, feel nervous because of how they're looking at me.

I'm pretty certain they would have had their fair share of women between the two of them, so I didn't expect them to look at me the way they are.

Like I’m beautiful and desirable, and not some little girl who would never have a chance with them.

They look at me like I'm the woman they want. A woman, they both want.

No one would ever know what that feels like to me.

Georgiou gets up first, then Henry follows, and both circle me, checking me out.

They caress my ass, and one of them—I'm not sure which—kisses my ass cheek, another slaps over the skin playfully.

"You have the perfect ass for spanking, Duchess," Georgiou states, so it must have been him who spanked me. "Come, let's go have more fun."

I gasp when he scoops me up and carries me across the room. Henry walks ahead and opens the doors for us to go through.

I'm naked, so the first thing I do is look around to see if anyone is about to see us.

“It’s just us up here, Duchess. Feel free to walk around naked and do whatever you want,” Georgiou says.

“Walk around naked?”

“We wouldn’t complain looking at a body like yours. I’m glad we got to see it first.”

Me too.

We walk down the corridor I came from with John and take another set of stairs that looks like it leads to another part of the house.

It does. Georgiou carries me into what could pass for a separate apartment. There's a little lounge, a kitchenette, and an archway that leads into a bedroom.

"This is yours, Duchess," Henry announces.

"Mine?" I look around. "It's beautiful." And so big.

“Looks like you like it.”

“I do.” It’s way bigger than my room at home.

“Good.”

We go into the bedroom, which looks like it was pulled from a painting depicting Ancient Greece.

There's a king-size bed in the center with cream and burgundy silk sheets covering it.

The floor is covered with plush cream carpet, and when Georgiou sets me down, my feet sink into the super-soft fibers.

He catches my face to kiss me again, and Henry gets behind me, slipping an arm around my waist.

Instinctively I pause, kissing Georgiou to kiss Henry too.

His kiss feels exactly the way it did last night. Hot, raw, and insatiable.

The two of them alternate kissing me, and it feels incredible. I love the attention and that every part of me is given equal attention. It makes me want to do the same thing to them.

The three of us seem to have a harmony that I can't explain other than saying it feels right, and although I've barely been with them, I'm not sure if I could pick if this were the real world.

Georgiou pulls away first from the circle of ecstasy.

“I think it’s time you give us some of that pleasure, Duchess.” When his hands flutter over the zipper of his pants, I know exactly what he means for me to do. The devilish smile on his face confirms my thoughts as well when he starts undoing his belt buckle.

Henry does the same.

Except for Cordelia’s secret stash of porn and her vivid descriptions of the male anatomy, this is the first time I’d see a cock in real life. And not just one, I’ll be seeing two.

My eyes remain on Georgiou’s as he pulls the zipper of his jeans down.

He watches me watch him, and that wild fascination comes back into his eyes.

He looks fascinated with my curiosity, and I realize that must be part of the experience. The newness for me is exactly what he’s getting off on.

While his jeans rest on the edge of his hips, he pauses for a beat to drag off his t-shirt.

The air then leaves my lungs at the sight of his tattooed body. I was right before about the dragon. The tail stops just at his neck, and the rest of it wraps around his torso.

It’s a massive Bavarian Dragon that looks like it could fly off his body and around the room. Japanese characters fill the rest of the spaces on his skin where the dragon isn’t.

“Like what you see?” he smirks.

“I do.” My God, do I ever.

“You can explore me later.”

“Hey, don’t leave me out,” Henry teases, and I look at him to see he also has tattoos.

Ones that make you want to stop and stare. He has a native American-looking black wolf that takes up the right side of his abs and a compass on his left pec.

He turns around, and my mouth waters when I see his back is covered in all sorts of tattoos. But he hasn’t got any on his arms.

“Show off,” Georgiou teases, and I look back at him.

The humor fades from his expression when he shoves his jeans and boxers down, unveiling his massive cock.

I could feel it earlier, so I guessed that he would be big. I just didn’t know he was going to be that big. I’m sure that’s what people mean by hung like a horse. I don’t know how he’s going to fit inside me. More importantly, I think it’s going to really hurt.

A smirk lifts his face as he steps out of his clothes, revealing more tattoos on his legs.

“Don’t worry, it will fit,” he says as if reading my thoughts.

“We’ll make sure you enjoy it,” Henry adds, pushing his pants and boxers down too.

My nerves scatter when I see his cock is just as big.

“Okay,” I whisper, and I know I’m showing my inner worries.

At the same time, the ripple of excitement comes back to entice me because I know I’ll enjoy whatever they have in store for me.

My next worry is what I’m about to do now. I don’t know how to give a blow job. I’ve imagined doing it, and I doubt it’s that hard. I just don’t want to get it wrong when all they’ve done is pleasure me.

“I think you know what we want you to do,” Georgiou says.

“Yes.” I try to sound more confident than I feel.

He touches my chin, and the side of his mouth curls into a devastatingly sexy smile. “Don’t worry. Whatever you do will be the right thing. On your knees now, Duchess. Suck our dicks.”

At his command, my pussy clenches with need, and I drop to my knees. When I do, he runs a hand through my hair, and Henry bends down to stroke my right nipple. That feels amazing, and I don’t want him to stop touching me.

I’m glad when he doesn’t.

I take Georgiou’s cock first, and he nods when I run my hand over the smooth length.

He’s hard and thick, and his cock grows even bigger at my touch. The thought occurs to me that I did this. I aroused him, and the same way I’m wet for him is the same way he’s hard for me.

They both are.

He smiles when I open my mouth and lick over the tip of the fat mushroom head, tasting him.

His skin tastes like desire—if that makes sense.

If desire were a taste, it would be what I feel, tantalizing my taste buds as I lick over his skin.

I take him into my mouth, taking him deeper and deeper, and then I suck.

“Good girl. That feels fucking amazing,” Georgiou says, and I keep going.

As my head bobbles up and down his cock, Henry continues to play with my breasts.

With my mouth full of Georgiou’s cock I gasp when Henry places his finger in my pussy and strokes my clit.

I was supposed to be giving them pleasure, but I still feel the same earth-shattering sweet sensation.

Georgiou laces his fingers into my hair and secures a firm grip on my head so he can pump into my mouth. When he starts fucking my face, the spark of another orgasm grips my insides.

I feel the moment Georgiou’s cock stiffens, and when I touch his balls, they feel different.

That’s when he pulls out of my mouth.

“Henry now, Bellezza. Suck him off, and I’ll finish inside you.”

I turn to Henry, who rises and positions himself so I can suck his cock.

I take him the same way did Georgiou and notice that he has the same taste of desire.

I take him deep, and as I suck hard, he groans and knits his fingers through my hair. It doesn’t take long before he starts fucking my face too.

He’s as ruthless as I imagined him to be, and it turns me on because, again, I think of what it will feel like when he fucks me.

He stops pumping when his cock stiffens in my mouth, and the next thing I feel is the spray of his cum hitting the back of my throat.

It’s salty and sexy, hot and delicious, just like him.

I don’t think twice about swallowing, much to his satisfaction.

“Very, good girl,” he grates out through a groan.

I feel proud of myself. I did it, and he looks like I was able to please him the way he wanted.

He pulls out of me and lowers to kiss me.

"It’s time, Duchess. Time to pop that cherry. We need to pleasure you again,” Henry whispers over my lips.

Georgiou picks me up again to set me down in the middle of the bed.

I love how in sync they are. I know that comes with practice which makes me feel a tinge of jealousy, but I like the way they are.

It does something to me that feels natural, and I’m surprised I blend in so well.

“Lie down,” Georgiou mutters, moving over to my left.

I lay back on the stack of pillows, and Henry goes to my right.

Both men start sucking my breasts again, but with the buzz of everything we’ve done so far, it feels even better than before.

Henry continues to suck while Georgiou moves down my body and spreads my legs wide so he can bury his face between my thighs.

When he pushes his tongue into my pussy and starts eating me out, I come straightaway on his face.

Hums of pleasure fall from my lips, and pure delight sings through my veins.

I take deep long breaths to savor every tingle that ripples through me and commit the feeling to memory. I never want to forget this. Not ever.

I always want to remember this moment, and I should because today is the best day of my life so far.

Georgiou lifts himself up, and Henry stops sucking my breast.

“Ready, Duchess?” Georgiou asks, taking his cock and fisting it in his hands.

The sight of him doing that arouses me all the more.

I nod, and the anticipation of how he’ll feel when he’s inside me tightens my lungs.

“It will only hurt for a moment, then you’ll feel good,” he promises. “Do you trust me?”

It feels like an odd thing to ask, but it means a lot. This is the part where we cross the line, and I give him something I can never have again.

No matter what I do from here onwards, where I go, or who I’m with, I’ll always remember that I gave my virginity to Georgiou Giordano.

This is not about money. It’s more—so much more for me.

More he won’t know, but I’ll take with me to the grave.

“I trust you,” I answer, and he smiles back at me.

He rubs the head of his cock over my pussy lips then pushes into me.

Henry lowers to suck on my breast again and strokes my stomach. “Just trying to get you nice and wet,” he whispers into my ear.

I can’t talk. Since everything they do is getting me nice and wet, it’s working.

I’m so tight, however, that the stab of Georgiou’s cock into me still hurts.

He pushes deeper, and I wince from the pain. The burst of pleasure, however, soothes me.

“You’ll be okay. Just be a good girl for me and breathe,” Georgiou says.

I focus on the rich timbre of his sexy voice and breathe.

I take one deep breath, and that’s when he thrusts in hard.

The impact breaks my innocence. It pierces through my maidenhead, and I cry out from the pain.

The stabbing bolt lances through me, spiking every nerve in my body and a tear runs down my cheek.

The pain only subsides when he starts to move slowly inside me, and I feel good again.

Pleasure comes back in rippling waves when I realize we’re having sex. I gaze into his eyes and notice Henry doesn’t touch me at this point.

Last night, after I gave Henry my first kiss, I got the impression that they’re respectful of things that are meant to be special.

The same way Georgiou didn’t want to taint the feel of my first kiss, Henry takes a back seat now and allows Georgiou and me to feel the pleasure of something special.

My breath quickens, and my pulse skitters when Georgiou speeds up and really starts to fuck me.

The pleasure I feel now outdoes everything I’ve felt before. The moans that rumble from me sound different, and when he starts moaning too, the sound whispers over my skin.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, Duchess,” Georgiou groans, and in the same breath, he makes good on his word.

He fucks me hard, pounding into me with such a force I see stars. Sparks of white light speckle my vision, and I become lost in him.

The world stops, and everything fades into nothingness. All there is is him and this spellbinding feeling I know I’ll never forget.

I come on the wave of another mind-blowing orgasm, and he comes too.

His cum fills me, hitting my g-spot and coating my walls.

We both cry out from the thrilling sensation, and I feel like I’m flying and falling all at the same time.

When his pumps slow, he smiles and runs his finger over my thighs.

“Duchess, I’m fucking addicted to you. Fucking addicted.”

“Me too,” Henry agrees with a smile.

All I can think is that works perfectly because I’ve always been addicted to them.