Chaos by Sarah Bailey

Thirty Four

Scarlett

The ninety-minute game went on for way too long. By the time it was done, I was ready to get out of there. Not to mention after Francis had outed our relationship to my dad, I wanted to avoid saying goodbye to my parents. Didn’t matter anyway. Dad had told me what he wanted. Told me what I was expected to do. And I wasn’t looking forward to it.

As we hadn’t eaten, Francis took me to dinner. He spent the entire meal sending me lust-filled looks and playing footsie under the table. Well, he was rubbing my leg with his foot the whole time as if he couldn’t stop touching me. Or perhaps he was teasing me on purpose. Either way, I was ready to get back home and get naked with him.

After he parked up, we walked into the lift together. I stood next to him, reminded of the first time I’d stepped into Fortuity. I’d been in this very lift with Francis. Glancing at him, I couldn’t help smiling.

“What?” he asked, his silver-grey eyes dark with desire and a hint of curiosity.

“Just thinking about the first day I was here. When I met you.”

He smirked.

“Oh yeah, when you wanted to kiss me.”

I could feel my face growing hot. He turned to me, digging his hand in his pocket. The other he brushed across his mouth. I took a step back as he stepped towards me. Soon I was backed up against the mirrored wall with Francis staring down at me. He placed a hand above my head and leant closer.

“Going somewhere, Scar?”

I shook my head.

“Good.”

He took my chin between his fingers and kissed me. My lips parted, allowing his tongue to delve between them. I whimpered when it curled with mine. My fingers speared into his hair, dragging him closer so his body was flush with mine. I was practically throbbing between my legs, desperate for the feel of him against me.

“Frankie,” I gasped when he kissed down my neck.

His hand dropped from the wall and curled around my behind, pressing me ever closer. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding my body into his. The past couple of hours of being close to him after he’d told me he was going to eat my pussy had been torture. I wanted his tongue on me.

“Please.”

“My needy little whore.”

I shuddered, feeling hot all over. My desire suffocated me. I dragged my fingers down his neck, curling them into the collar of his shirt before rolling my hips into his. His cock dug into my stomach. I wanted it in me. I wanted him on top of me. I wanted to be at Francis’ mercy. And for him to have none for me.

“I want you so fucking bad.”

The words left my lips in a high-pitched breathy voice full of unrepressed desire.

“My tongue or my dick?”

“Both.”

“So greedy.”

He grazed his teeth along my throat. I didn’t care if it was. If I didn’t have him soon, I would lose my damn mind.

The lift doors opened. We’d reached the penthouse. Francis pulled back only to pick me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me out. My eyes were on his, utterly engrossed by the way his silver eyes glinted with deviancy and mischief. As we reached the stairs, my eyes flicked to the three people standing near the kitchen watching us. It looked like Drake was about to say something but Prescott slapped his chest, signalling for him to keep quiet.

Honestly, I was grateful. If he made us stop to chat, I would have thrown something at his head. Probably my trainer. The man would be pussy-blocking me. And if he ever wanted to earn my forgiveness, preventing me from getting cock from Francis would not be the way to go about it.

My attention went back to the man himself. My fingers went to his dark brown hair again, stroking through the soft strands. He hadn’t gelled it tonight. I loved the way it felt against my skin.

“I could stare at you all day,” I whispered as he took me down the hallway after reaching the top of the stairs.

“I already told you I’m going to feast on your pussy, there’s no need to butter me up.”

“I wasn’t.”

He cocked a brow.

“No? You really find me that attractive?”

Francis entered his bedroom, not bothering to shut the door and brought me over to his bed.

“Yeah, I really do.”

He set me down and licked his lip.

“Stay.”

As if I would be going anywhere. I needed this man too much to leave.

He took my bag from me, carrying it over to his bedside table before setting it down. He emptied his pockets out too. The next thing he did was open a drawer and pulled a few things out, dumping them on the bed next to me. He kicked off his shoes and padded back around to me. I watched him kneel on the floor in between my legs and take hold of my foot. He unlaced my black trainers and pulled them off along with my socks. The anticipation was absolutely killing me by the time he undid my jeans and tugged those off, along with my drenched knickers.

His big palms spread my legs wider as his head lowered and he kissed his way up my inner thigh.

“Frankie,” I whimpered as his tongue met my slit.

“Don’t worry, little whore, I’ll take very good care of your pretty pussy.”

His hand slid up my chest and he pushed me back on the bed, pinning me there. Why did I like him calling me that so much? It only made me throb harder. Then his tongue was on my clit and I couldn’t fucking breathe any longer. I put my hand over my eyes and tried to suck in air whilst Francis sucked my clit into his mouth and slid his fingers into my empty pussy.

“Oh god,” I whispered, my fingers curling into the sheets.

He was making good on his threat, and I couldn’t get enough. My hips bucked into his face with the thrust of his fingers. There was no doubt about it. Francis knew his way around pussy. I was already close and he’d barely got started. When you’d spent the last couple of hours being teased by the very man who was now between your legs, it wasn’t any wonder I was on the verge of exploding. It was too much. All of it. My need. His words. The way he was licking my clit.

“Fuck, Frankie,” I cried out, cresting the wave and coming all over his face. I couldn’t help myself. He’d mastered the art of seduction and I was a fucking slave to his tongue.

He raised his head as my hand fell away from my eyes. I stared at him. The way his mouth glistened with my cum and the satisfied glint in his grey eyes. Reaching out, he grabbed something from next to me before he pushed both my legs up onto the bed, exposing more of my intimate parts to his gaze.

“I’m not remotely done with you yet,” he murmured, flipping the cap of the tube he held.

He bowed his head to me again. I panted when his tongue met my sensitive clit. And again when his wet fingers dipped lower to my back entrance. He circled it a few times. It only made me press myself against him, wanting him to penetrate me. Wanting his fingers inside me any way I could have them. And when he obliged, pressing one into me, I moaned, my fingers gripping the covers harder.

“You taste so good,” he murmured. “I could stay here all night.”

His eyes were on me, making this whole thing ten times hotter.

“But I need your cock,” I whimpered, desperate for him to fuck me.

The way he chuckled made me tremble, especially when he slid another finger inside me, stretching me out further.

“I’ll give my whore whatever she needs.”

Francis took his time tonguing my clit whilst his fingers plunged in and out of me. Then he added a third and I lost it again. By the time I came down, I had to push his head away. My clit couldn’t take any more torture. He grinned, pulling his fingers from me and using a tissue to clean them off.

“Sit up against the headboard.”

I was slow to obey as he rose to his feet because his hands were at his shirt, unbuttoning it. Crawling backwards, I watched him undress, practically drooling over the man. He was nothing short of a fucking masterpiece. All hard muscle and beautiful edges. The happy trail leading to his hard cock made me want to lick him all over. I wasn’t lying. I could stare at Francis all day. Gorgeous didn’t cut it. He was perfect.

He crawled onto the bed, picking up the rope he’d left on it as he went. First, he removed my blouse and bra. Then he took my wrists and secured them above my head to one of the metal rings on his wall. When he was satisfied I wasn’t going anywhere, he picked me up by my hips so he could sit behind me and placed me in his lap. Taking the bottle of lube, he squirted it into his palm before I could feel him rubbing it all over his cock behind me. He lifted me up again and angled me on his cock. A choked breath escaped my lips when his cock pressed against me. I had been expecting regular sex, but apparently, he had other ideas.

His cock slid into my tight entrance with some resistance no matter how much I tried to relax. He was slow to work it up inside me, giving me ample time to adjust as he held my hip to control the pace. I was at his mercy with the way I was tied to the damn wall.

I let out a long breath when he was seated inside me. The stretch and sensation of him filling me was intense. And I loved everything about it.

“I thought you said you were going to take care of my pussy,” I whispered, leaning back into him.

He popped his chin on my shoulder and raised a hand to my breast, stroking my nipple.

“Mmm, does your pretty pussy still need filling? I can get someone to take care of that for you.”

Francis started to move inside me, making me moan.

“Really?”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, we like to share.”

I nodded, shifting in my restraints as he continued to fuck me with shallow thrusts, directing my hip with his free hand. He paused, reaching out to grab his phone. A moment later, he threw it back down and started thrusting again, gripping both my hips. This time it was harder. My pussy throbbed and I clenched around him, making him grunt.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he ground out. “You feel so fucking good. My whore. Mine.”

The possessive note to his voice had me whimpering. I’d discovered a whole new side of Francis tonight. He took no prisoners and I couldn’t deny I found it incredibly alluring.

My eyes went to the open doorway, my ears pricking up at the sound of footsteps. A moment later, Prescott appeared, his blue eyes widening slightly at the sight in front of him. He leant up against the doorframe and gave us a wicked grin.

“What do we have here?”

“You asked Pres?” I whispered to Francis.

“Did you expect me to ask West?”

“No!”

I wasn’t sure I could deal with him right now. Not when I was trussed up with Francis’ dick buried in my arse.

“Well then, I know he’ll take care of your pussy, isn’t that right, Pres?”

Prescott pushed off the doorframe and walked into the room.

“Is that why you asked me up here?”

“Are you complaining?”

His hand went to his shirt, tugging at the buttons.

“Fuck no.”

Prescott got naked in record quick time whilst Francis continued to fuck me from behind. I was squirming in his lap in anticipation of Prescott’s cock inside me. He got on the bed and was kneeling between our spread legs seconds later. Prescott gripped my chin and stared down at me.

“My little lamb, is your poor pussy empty?”

I nodded, biting down on my lip. He leant closer, pulling my lip from my teeth before he replaced them with his own. I moaned in his mouth, about ready to combust on the spot. Before I came here, I would have never thought I’d want two men fucking me at the same time. And yet I was desperate now.

“Please,” I cried into his mouth. “Pres, please fuck me.”

His chuckle and the soft touch of his fingers along my jaw made me wriggle in my restraints.

“So impatient, sweetness.”

“Probably my fault,” Francis put in. “I teased her the whole time we were out.”

Prescott pulled back and raised his eyebrow.

“Please tell me you did not do that in front of anyone else.”

I couldn’t see Francis’ expression, but judging by the way Prescott’s eyes darkened, I figured he hadn’t denied it.

“Well, I’m definitely not getting in the middle of you and Drake when you tell him.”

“We can talk about it tomorrow. Right now, I think Scar’s going to cry if you don’t fill her pussy with cock.”

Francis wasn’t wrong. I wanted both of them and I wasn’t ashamed of it.

“I like it when she cries.”

Prescott pinched my nipple for good measure, making me whine and arch into him.

“Make her cry on our dicks then.”

I watched Prescott take hold of his very hard cock and rub it against my pussy, dragging it through my wet folds.

“Pres, please,” I moaned. “Please.”

His eyes were dark as he slid inside me, making me cry out from the stretch. A tear leaked out of my eye. It hurt even as it felt good at the same time. I liked the pain of it. The way both of them worked in tandem inside me. Prescott leant closer and licked the tear from my cheek.

“Such a good little lamb. You cry so sweetly.”

I couldn’t put my hands on him as my arms were secured over my head. All I could do was let them pleasure me. Prescott was taking very good care of my pussy whilst Francis fucked me from behind. I might not always want this, but right now, it was perfect, especially after Francis teasing the shit out of me all evening. Making me want him so badly, I was breathless with my need. He hadn’t hesitated to get Prescott involved when he realised I wanted more. It made my heart tighten. Francis did everything in his power to take care of me. He made me feel… special. Like he really gave a shit about me. It only strengthened my budding feelings for the man. Made me want to explore this thing between us and learn more about him.

“Harder,” I panted. “Please, make me come again.”

Francis gripped my hips tighter, rocking me on them as Prescott increased the strength behind his thrusts. He pressed his hand against the wall to give him more leverage, grinding into me without mercy. I was lost in them. In the way they fucked me. And when Prescott kissed me, I fell off the edge, my body already over sensitised from Francis’ exploration earlier.

“Fuck,” Prescott grunted as Francis let out a groan.

They didn’t let up as I came all over both their dicks. It was everything I needed and so much more. Both of them followed soon after me, filling me up with their cum and making me twitch around them again.

Prescott was the first to pull out. He loosened the knots around my wrists, allowing me to put my arms down before Francis lifted me off him. Prescott flopped down next to me and stroked my shoulder with his fingers.

“Satisfied, my little lamb?”

I nodded, curling into Francis’ side and wrapping my arm around his waist when he shifted lower on the bed. He kissed the top of my head, letting me rest it in the crook of his shoulder.

“Do you want me to stay?”

“If it’s okay with Frankie.”

Prescott kissed my shoulder and curled himself around my back.

“I don’t mind,” Francis said, stroking my face with his fingers.

It would make what I had to do once they fell asleep risky as hell, but it couldn’t be helped. I wanted them with me. Both of them.

After a few minutes of us being curled up together in silence, I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up and un-braid my hair. When I came back, I shut the door, hoping Francis would forget it needed to be locked. Then I curled up under the sheets with the two men who’d rocked my world who both held me close, sandwiching me between them. We made quiet small talk until they drifted off to sleep.

I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, urging my eyes to stay open. They’d exhausted me, but if I was to do what my father asked, I needed to stay awake and try not to hate myself for what I was about to do.