“The sound of someone gasping is my favorite sound in the world,” Vandal murmured. “In pain...in pleasure.” He made Zero gasp again. “In fear. Even making someone gasp for breath is fucking delightful.” He wasn’t taking it as slow with Zero as he usually did with me, and rather than wring another gasp out of him with the next thrust, he got a half sob.
“That is even better. I stand corrected.”
The rough jarring slap of skin on skin filled the room, and Zero’s eyes screwed closed, as though they were in danger of bulging out of his head. This was even rougher than the last time I’d seen them together, and I was so anxious for Zero I had trouble watching.
“What’s wrong?” Vandal mocked. “Is your fuckhole already sore, slut boy? Do you want me to stop?”
Zero’s fingertips dug into the carpet, his grimace of discomfort telling a much different story than his hard and straining cock. I toggled his nipple rings, and he gasped again at the unexpected sensation. Emboldened, I ran my hands down his chest, to his stomach, to his cock where it dangled hard and ignored between taut thighs. I closed my hands over it, leaning awkwardly to try to jack him off, but although he groaned in pleasure the angle was all wrong.
Grabbing a pillow from the couch, I lowered myself to my back and slid underneath him, which was much more difficult than I’d anticipated. I propped my head up with the pillow and caught his cock in both hands again, guiding it to my mouth. Rather than blowing him hard and fast to match Vandal’s pace, though, I teased him with my lips and tongue, exploring, suckling gently then swiping at him with the tip of my tongue.
He swore and someone grabbed my ankle, yanking me sideways and giving me a rug burn on my shoulder. With determination, and some cooperation from Vandal, Zero arched enough to get his mouth between my legs, and I couldn’t help but suck his cock with far more desperation. I whimpered on his dick as he sucked relentlessly at my clit. Every thrust of Vandal’s hips plunged Zero deeper into my mouth, making me gag. I reached between Zero’s legs to play with his balls, then farther back to do the same to Vandal, alternating between them as I used my other hand to try to keep some control over the blowjob I was supposed to be giving.
It wasn’t my best work, but it was hot and wet, and Zero’s mouth on me was heaven, and when I got rougher with Zero’s balls, his cock bucked in my mouth. His groan of pleasure as he found his release vibrated my clit, sending me over with him as I choked and spluttered, not able to swallow fast enough to keep up. I lay there, helpless, as Zero kept it up, torturing my over-sensitized clit even after I was done—even after I tried to push his mouth away, as my body was wracked with aftershocks. Vandal’s movements stilled, his thighs tensed and flexed, and his fingers dug into Zero’s hips just over my head. He groaned, and I shuddered again, apparently loving the sound as much as he did.
Vandal pulled out and went to the bathroom, leaving Zero gasping at the suddenness of his withdrawal, and he collapsed onto his side beside me, a string of drool still connecting my mouth to his thick cock.
“Oh my God, I thought he’d never get off,” Zero complained, pulling a face at me. “I’m going to spend the next few days walking like a cowboy.”
The way he’d landed next to me, along with me rolling to my side, had curled us together, our faces close, but upside down. He grabbed the back of my hair and kissed me, apparently not grossed out about the mess he’d made in my mouth. His mouth tasted like me, too, and I grimaced, not used to the taste, although the upside-down kissing was sexy. I stretched out, moving my kisses down his chest to his hard belly, then ran my lips along the fuzzy dark line that led from his navel downward. His dick, which had been softening, twitched.
“Thank you for not abandoning me earlier, in my time of need.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t have a phone to take pictures with or you would have been on your own, Captain.”
“Captain?”
I laughed, feeling languid and happy. “You look like a pirate—or maybe a Viking. Hadn’t you noticed?”
He chuckled and pushed my head down farther, trying to get my mouth back on his cock. “A pirate, huh? Is that why you keep wanting me to wear eyeliner?”
“The blousy shirts are next.” I licked at the glistening tip of his cock head, smearing the leftover cum that had escaped him after I’d swallowed earlier.
“Maybe I should tie you to a flagpole and shiver your timbers.”
“Oh my God, shut up.” I laughed, smacking his thigh.
He growled quietly. Oops. I’d forgotten I shouldn’t be smacking dominant men, even if he had just gotten his ass fucked.
“Puns that horrid deserve violent retribution,” Vandal said, returning. “I’m with her on this.”
“I think she needs to be punished.”
“Punish her in the morning. I need sleep. Your ass gives me narcolepsy.”
“Are you saying my ass is boring?” Zero asked.
Vandal threw a towel at him, and Zero grimaced as he got to his feet. Sure enough, he walked like a man who’d been living in the saddle for a week. Hopefully Vandal would never get that rough with my ass. I definitely wouldn’t take it so stoically if he tried it. Zero disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door.
“Thanks for coming on this trip.”
Startled, I searched for something to say.
“Thanks for inviting me...and paying for my passport, and plane ticket, and the dress...”
He waved a hand, as though the expense had been negligible.
Oh, to have his life.
“You did well. I know parties like these can be overwhelming. They still are for me, and I’m not new to this anymore.”
“Thanks. I tried my best not to embarrass you.”
“I was proud to have you with me. You clean up nice.” His gaze went from my disheveled hair and slid down my nakedness, his mouth quirking into a crooked grin.
“So do you.” I smiled shyly, suddenly wishing Zero would hurry up so I could hide behind him or take my turn in the bathroom. Having been on Vandal’s arm on such a big night felt very...couple-y. “Your book is going to blow everyone away.”
He got into bed and looked at me, head cocked. “You’re not going to ask me about Anna?”
I arched a brow at him. “Who? Oh, the woman from the party. She really seemed to like you.”
“What? No jealousy? No tantrums?”
“Why would I be jealous?”
He beckoned to me, and I went to the foot of the bed, then crawled across the mattress to him when he still wasn’t satisfied.
“Why, indeed?” he asked, chuckling.
“If you think she’ll meet your needs better than I can, or better than Zero and me combined, who am I to stop you from hooking up with her?”
“Cocky little monster.” He pulled me close and closed his eyes, using me as a comfort object more than offering me affection.
Zero joined us and we ganged up on him, making him the center of attention instead. They fell asleep soon after that, leaving me to admire the two of them sprawled together, looking hot as sin, a white sheet draped across their hips and legs. I found Zero’s phone on the coffee table and took a picture of them, too in love with them both not to capture the image.