#doubletrouble

“Yes,” I manage to gasp. He smooths the palm of his hands over my thighs as shadows cling to the soft skin, prying them apart for him. When his lips touch the sensitive skin on my lower abdomen I curl my hands in the sheet and arch my back. His teeth graze flesh and I close my eyes.

“There’s a good girl,” Xaden murmurs, running a thumb across lips. Testing. Teasing. “You did the right thing today, coming to me when you saw Bodhi going behind my back,” I wince. I didn’t say anything. He read my mind. Bodhi is going to kill me when he finds out. “You’ve earned this.” I don’t know what he means but I don’t care. All I can think about is his breath, hot and heavy between my legs.

I’ve been on edge all day. Wet through and through. Ever since I walked in on Xaden and Garrick working out this morning. By the time I arrived at the sparring gym his shirt was already tossed over a bench. His hard muscles shiny with sweat. All he had to do was look at me with those eyes. One wink and I was soaked. And Garrick? Fucking Garrick. I had to pretend watching him pull his own shirt over his head didn’t make me want to touch myself.

“I am a good girl,” I reflect. So good I kept myself for him. He wraps his arms around my thighs and sinks his thumb in, running it across my clit. He peels me open with a muffled sigh of pleasure. I wriggle uncomfortably. It’s a silent demand to give me what I want. If he doesn’t, he knows I’m more than capable of taking what I need.

“You’re already soaking wet,” he groans, circling his thumb, at a painfully slow pace. I arch my back in frustration. “Did we do this to you, Garrick and I?” I stop moving. It’s impossible to think straight when he’s using my surprise as an opportunity to drag the tip of his tongue across me. The sensation has a soft prayer escaping my throat. Xaden is playing with me.

“Garrick?” I ask, pushing up onto my elbows so I can look down at him. It is a colossal mistake. His gold flecked eyes meeting mine from between my legs and the sight of him feasting has my resolve crumbling. He smirks. I tighten my legs ever so slightly around his head and he narrows his eyes in warning. Gods, I love it when he looks at me like that. I run the tip of my tongue over my top lip and he runs his teeth across the inside of my thigh, biting down. I hiss in pain, mixed with pleasure. “I saw the way you looked at him today, don’t deny it.”

I don’t. Denial around Xaden is futile. He can read my mind. I’ve never been able to block him out, not properly. He can read every single dirty thought I have, and there are a lot. “Lie back and let me take care of you,” he purrs. The palm of his hand presses down on my chest and I gladly sink back, opening my legs in invitation.

He uses the flat part of his tongue in one swooping motion to taste every single last part of me, in one slow lazy stroke. I’m already trembling under him and then he squeezes my hips and dips his tongue inside me. I’m so close already it’s pathetic. He uses him thumb, to work it’s magic, as his tongue laps at me like I’m the fucking air he breathes.

“Mmmm,” I can’t keep it in any longer. Sweat is already beading my skin. “Xaden.” This is just the motivation he needs to refocus. He moves, sucking on my clit so he can circle one finger around my entrance and push it in, to the knuckle. Fuck. Yes, this is exactly what I need. “Yes,” I manage to stutter. He withdraws and adds another, pumping them in and out at a steady, forceful pace. The bed moves. I’m so close.

He stops. I open my eyes and scrunch them in disappointment and then he drops his head lower, pushes my thighs just a little higher and runs his tongue in between my cheeks. I drop my head back in both pleasure and abject misery. My body is a mess. “Will you stop toying with me -” I groan.

There is a knock at the door. Two sharp rat-a-tat-tat’s. I freeze. Who the hell is that? Surely, Xaden locked the door. The door clicks open and it takes everything in me not to scramble off the bed and hide in the corner of the room. Xaden’s hands tighten around my waist.

Garrick enters. He’s freshly showered. His curly hair hangs limp across his forehead. His eyes warm when he sees me, spread out on the bed like a tasty snack. Spread open, already soaking wet and scrambling to contain myself. Xaden pushes up and sits back on his knees. He turns to look at Garrick. “Tell him to leave,” I say, half heartedly. A silent conversation is exchanged, one I’m not privy to, and then Xaden looks at me with a dangerous smile on his face. I’m in trouble. Deep, deep trouble.

“I told you, you earned this,” he teases. I pull my legs back and crawl towards him. Panic setting in. I cling to him, have I done something wrong? “Hey, hey -” he murmurs. He takes my flushed cheeks between his hands. “It’s okay. Listen to me, everything is going to be okay.” He strokes his thumb over my cheek and pulls me onto his lap. I search his eyes for a sign that this is a trick - nothing but a cruel joke.

“I don’t -” I stumble, searching for the right words. I rest my palms against his chest. “I want you Xaden,” I say. He must be mad at me, for looking at Garrick this morning. He’s always been possessive. He nods in agreement. He uses his hands to tip my head back and kiss me tenderly.

“Oh I know love, I know,” he says softly. “But I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. Today in the sparring gym you could barely keep your eyes off him.” He pulls away slightly so he can look down at me, proving to me that this isn’t a trick. He’s not angry. It’s the opposite. He wants this. “Come on, why don’t we have a little harmless fun?”

My eyes drift over his shoulder to look at Garrick who is now leaning against the door frame, waiting. He’s not wrong. There is something about Garrick that has me biting my lip when I look at him. I’ve often wondered what it would be like to be thrown against a wall and fucked by him. I bet it would be good. He smiles arrogantly like he can read my mind. I’m forced to squeeze my legs shut and Xaden notices, he always fucking does.

“There’s a good girl,” he coo’s, gripping my hair with one hand and pulling at my lower lip with the other. “Why don’t you get on your knees and show Garrick all the nasty things you can do with this -” he presses down on my mouth until it opens and then runs his thumb across my tongue. He has the dirtiest mouth.

Garrick, no longer a patient man, crosses to the head of the bed. He pulls his clothes off as he goes. I make a tortured sound in the back of my throat when his cock slips free, already hard. He sinks against the pillow, legs spread wide to accommodate me. I don’t blink.

“It’s okay,” Xaden whispers in my ear. He drops his hand to my waist and twists until I am kneeling between Garrick’s legs. I stare at him with wide eyes. My throat is dry. He’s huge.

“If I had known how you felt I would have offered myself up earlier,” he grins, throwing one arm behind his head and sinking a little closer. He’s eager and twitching in anticipation. His relaxed disposition eases some of my apprehension. “Now, let’s see what we have here -” he licks his lips.

A cold gust of air brushes over my breasts, twisting painfully around the nipples and I make a sound of surprise. It curls in between my legs, blowing puffs of air against my clit. I moan in the back of my throat. Fuck, yes. “I love it when you make that noise, now -” Xaden curls his hand in my hair and pushes down on my head, lowering it towards his best friends hard dick.

I start by kissing the taunt skin above his pubic bone, testing the water. He sucks in a breath. It emboldens me. I knew he wanted me. This, that sound, it’s validation. I drop back further on my knees and take the length of him in my hand and run my lips across the inside of his thigh. His balls twitch below my chin and I grin.

I can feel Xaden, he’s still kneeling behind me. He smooths one hand over my hips, the other sinks back into my hair impatiently, pushing me to take Garrick in my mouth. Even in a threesome he has to be in control. I hold back a huff of laughter. “Mmm, that’s it,” Garrick mutters as I run the flat of my tongue across the base of his cock all the way to the tip. I take one deep breath in through my nose and take him in my mouth fully, sinking as low as I dare. He hits the back of my throat and there is at least another third of him to go. Fuck, this is going to be a challenge.

The sound he makes isn’t human. His hand replaces Xaden’s. I tighten my lips around him and slide back up, twirling my tongue around the tip. Sucking up his precum. He’s fucking delicious. “That’s it,” Xaden praises me. I can feel his eyes on the back of my head, watching. His hands slip low. “That’s my good girl, take all of him. I want to see him bottom out.” I hate how much his voice turns me on.

Garrick presses down firmly on the back of my head. His fingers are entwined in my hair. This time when he reaches the back of my throat he thrusts up sharply. I try not to gag. He slips down my throat until my nose reaches his pubic bone. Tears cloud my vision. “Fuck,” he cries through gritted teeth. He begins to pump in and out, bottoming out each and every time. Hitting the back of my throat, hard.

I’m momentarily distracted by Xaden’s hands. One slips between my legs, circling my entrance. I’m still worked up from earlier. He slips a finger inside and I whimper against Garrick’s cock. He slips out of my mouth and I lap at the underside of his length, it’s covered in my saliva. He flings his head back against the wall and grumbles. “You weren’t wrong Xad, the things she can do what her mouth -” he swallows in an attempt to catch his breath. “- fucking beautiful.”

Xaden pushes a second finger into the last knuckle, working me harder, his leg kicking my thighs further apart. I grind against his hand, seeking a release. He huffs in approval. “That’s it, don’t worry. We haven’t forgotten about you,” he purrs. He pulls out and uses his hands to spread my ass cheeks apart, spitting into the gap. Warm saliva coats the inside and he rubs it across my puckered hole.

I begin to panic again but Garrick distracts me. “Hey -” he says. I look up at him. Air wraps around my neck like fingers and presses down in warning. “I’m going to fuck your mouth again, okay? .” His jaw tightens. His hands curl into my hair and he guides me down, entering me in swift violent motion. I take all of him, gratefully, and each time he bottoms out I feel him thicken. He pushes down on my head and humps my face at the same time. His breathing is erratic.

I’ve lost all sense of where I am when Xaden slips his thumb into my ass. He pushes past once and then twice. Widening it each time. He makes a noise of appreciation. I can only imagine the view. I try to say something but I can’t, not when Garrick’s cock is half way down my throat. I wriggle and cold tendrils of air wrap around my hands and pull them behind my back. Pinning me in place, leaving me at their mercy.

Garrick picks up a punishing speed. He gives me only a moment to breathe. Xaden sucks two fingers into his mouth, making them noise and wet and then he pushes one into my ass. All the way to the knuckle. I can’t stop the sound I make. A mix of surprise and enjoyment. He inserts the second, using both fingers to stretch me wide open .”Fucking beautiful,” he says. He only has a shred of control left.

Garrick pulls my head back suddenly. One hand is still curled in my hair. “Open up,” he demands. I do as I’m told. I open my mouth and he drops the tip of his cock onto my tongue. He cums, thick and fast. His mouth hangs open as he watches me himself drip over my tongue. “Now, swallow.” I swallow and then lick my lips.

Xaden removes his fingers reluctantly. He pulls me back against him. I’m trembling. Saliva coats my lower mouth and there are tears in my eyes. I’m slick between my legs. I want him. I need him so badly I think I might explode. His hands slide to my rib cage, cupping my breasts in his hands. “You’re so fucking good at that,” he murmurs in my ear, kissing the skin of my throat as shadows curl around it, pulling my head against his shoulder. He straightens and kisses me, his tongue dipping into my mouth. “Now -” he licks his lips, and twists my nipples between his fingers. “I want you to look at him while I fuck you.”

Before I can respond he twists my face back around until I’m looking at Garrick, still spread out in front of me. There is a cocky smile on his face. The shadows around my neck drop to my hands. They wrap around my wrists pulling them behind my back, rendering me immobile for the second time tonight.

“I need someone to touch me -” I plead but my words fall on deaf ears. Xaden sinks his rigid cock inside me. He doesn’t afford me a moment to adjust. I cry out in pleasure. This. This right here is my kryptonite. Xaden curls his hand around my neck, his gaze falling to his friend's cock. It’s already hard again.

He pumps at a painfully slow pace and then fucks me, hard. It’s both pain and pleasure. He’s all I can feel. He stretches me wide open. Skin slaps violently against skin. Garrick’s eyes widen. “Fucking hell Xaden,” he half laughs. Xaden surprises me by slowing down. He begins to rock his hips, filling me with slow deep thrusts that have me clambering to find his name. I don’t know who I am any more.

I vaguely feel Garrick’s weight shift as he leans forward. He kisses my ribcage and the sensation forces me to arch my back. His lips are surprisingly soft. How many times have I pictured him touching me these last couple of months? Too many to count. “Yes,” I manage to say. “More.” He wraps his mouth around my nipple, his hand squeezing the other between his fingers. My head falls back against Xaden’s chest. My wrists are still bound by shadows.

“Magnificant,” Garrick says, switching sides. He runs his teeth over flesh and I hiss. This time it’s his name on my lips. He smiles smugly, his warm brown eyes full of joy.

Xaden doesn’t like the way I’m looking at him. His shadows slip away from my wrists and Garrick takes the hint. He clambers off the bed as Xaden flips us. Now he’s lying on his back and I’m on top of him. My legs are wrapped around his waist. He’s out of me for one painful moment and then he’s pressing back in. Filling me tightly. I bite down on my lip at the sight of him. It’s enough to make me cum all on its own.

“You trust me, don’t you?” he asks, pushing up onto the palm of his hand and running his lips over my collar bone. I nod. “You know how much I love you.” He pulls me back down with him. “Hands on me at all times,” he says.

The mattress behind me dips. I try to look over my shoulder but Xaden doesn’t let go of my jaw. His hold on my face tightens and he kisses me softly, a silent promise. “As much as I’m dying to fuck your ass -” he kisses me again, taking his time to run his tongue over my bottom lip. “You, this -” he thrusts up again, hard and I gasp. “- belongs to me alone.”

I nod dumbly. The predicant I’m in slowly dawns on me. They are both going to fuck me at the same time. I can’t help the panic and fear. It roots itself into my stomach. “If you want us to stop, all you have to do is say the word,” Garrick says softly from behind me. His fingers slide between my legs, within moments they are soaking wet. He coats his cock with it until it’s covered in a thick layer and spreads my ass cheeks wide with his hands, muttering something indistinguishable under his breath.

I’ve never done this before. Sure, I’ve thought about what it would be like to fuck Garrick, but I love Xaden. More than anything. How did I end up here? Fucking him and his best friend at the same time. There is a flicker of shame. “Just say the word,” Xaden soothes. He kisses me, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

Xaden begins to move again, his hand dipping between us. Stroking and circling my clit as Garrick presses the tip of his cock into my ass. “Ready?” he whispers. I nod and whimper. My nerve endings are a mess of static energy. Garrick slips past the barrier with a pop, stretching me wide. I make a sound in the back of my throat and Xaden swipes the hair away from my neck, running his lips across the skin.

Garrick’s hands are wrapped around my hips. He pulls out and then rolls back in again. He grits his teeth, desperate to hold onto the last shred of his control. Xaden will never forgive him if he hurts me. “I’m almost there,” he puffs, pulling my cheeks apart so he can watch as he slides in and out of my ass. He stops when he bottoms out. His pelvis connects with my cheeks. I feel like I’m being ripped apart. I feel them both everywhere. Every inch of me belongs to them. I don’t know how I’m still alive.

“Are you okay?” Xaden asks softly. My cheeks are flushed and I can feel both of them twitch inside me in anticipation. Who am I to ruin the fun? I nod and wiggle my hips. He huffs a laugh.

“That a’girl,’ Garrick grins. His hands circle my hips with a new found confidence and then he’s moving. He sinks in and out with long hard thrusts as Xaden fucks me from below. He bites his bottom lip, desperate to hold on as long as he can.

I don’t know who’s name to call. I no longer know where I am or who I belong to. I am fucked senseless. Xaden kisses, soothes and whispers compliments in my ear as Garrick slaps my ass. He grunts as I tighten around him. “Please,” I cry as I crumble over the edge. I cum, hard. My walls clamp down around their cocks. Xaden’s breath catches but it’s Garrick who follows me down the path of mutual annihilation. He spills inside me with one last thrust, hitting home.

I feel empty when he pulls out and retreats. Xaden flips us over. He pulls my legs up, wrapping them around his waist and I cling to his neck as he sinks back in, picking up a punishing pace. Skin slaps against skin. The bed frame rattles against the wall. All I can hear is my own panting and his grunts of pleasure as he finally follows. He pulses inside of me and whimpers my name, dropping his weight on top of me.

I hear the door click closed. Xaden pushes up just enough to sweep my now damp hair out of my face. The way he is looking at me right now, filled with love, has my heart swelling to breaking point. “What did I tell you?” he smirks. “Good girls are rewarded.”