Faithless (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (35 page)

“Um… we don’t have any,” Cort lets out a nervous chuckle.

“I’m sure Marc is reading a book out in the hall. I bet he has a few waiting for a hand to appear out the crack in the door,” Ezra seriously says.

“You’re fucking around,” I mutter in disbelief.

“I am not,” Ezra laughs. “Marc is the most suffocating parent on the planet. I’m surprised the bastard doesn’t have a nanny cam in here.”

“No shit?”
I chirp in surprise. I didn’t see Marcus as the type.

“
No shit- and we better search for that camera in the morning,” a snickering Cort sings as he opens the door enough to put his hand out the crack. He evilly laughs, no doubt wiggling his fingers. “Hey,” Cort yelps, “Marc bit me!”

A beam of light from the hallway shows Cort’s profile- he’s grinning like an idiot. “Man, that ain’t gonna work,” he says staring down at his palm. “I need four, and two need to be a bigger size.”

“Bullshit,” Marc taunts from the hallway.

“They come in different sizes?” I whisper to Ezra. My answer is a devious snicker.

“Step back, I don’t want to hit you in the face or anything,” Cort cockily teases. “See…”

“Oh my God,” I groan, covering my eyes
with my hands, but peeking from between my fingers. Cort is in the doorway shaking his junk with a flush creeping up the back of his neck.

“Cort,” Ez barks, wicked jealous of the show Marcus is getting.

“Jesus Christ, kid,” Marcus hisses. “How the hell did you grow that? I’ll be right back,” Marc’s grumbling voice dims.

“Um… anyone else find it creepy that we will be using your dad’s prophylactics?” I ask as I sit up on the bed. “And I didn’t need to know that Marc uses a bigger size,” I grumble, blushing like a sonofabitch.

“What about the fact that my boyfriend was just flirting with my dad, when my dad is his damned guardian… and he did it in front of his girlfriend… and boyfriend?” Ezra furiously growls.

“Well, your dad is only twenty-three and hotter than the s
un,” I taunt. “I don’t blame Cort one bit. But I ain’t feeling it. I only see Marc as a dad.”

“You know I like to tease Marc- he blushes,” Cort whispers back. “Cool your jets. You know damn well that no one is
ever going to screw me… and I’m pretty sure Marc is straight.”

“Here,” Marc says, “It should fit perfectly.

“You wanna show me yours now?” Cort flirts.

“Um…” Marc clears his throat. “Ah- nah,” he barks a sharp laugh.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever seen you with a bulge,” Cort taunts, his voice showing his appreciation.

“Shut up!
” Marc whisper-shouts. “Don’t tease me like that. How many times do I have to say that…” Marc’s voice trails off and it gets so quiet that I can’t make out the words. But whatever he is saying is making that flush on the back of Cort’s neck turn crimson.

“You staying in the hall or some shit?”
Cort acts all cocky as he stands in the doorway buck-assed naked.

“Just a precaution,” Marc quietly replies.

“If you want to whack off out here… that would be pretty hot. I’ll moan extra loud to turn your ass on,” Cort toys with Marc.

“Dammit, Cortez!
” Marc growls. A hand appears through the crack in the door and shoves against Cort’s chest, and instant later the door slams shut.

“I like it rough,” Cort shouts at the closed door. A heartbeat passes before he’s sticking his head out in the hallway again. “Hey, man, you’re still here. Sweeettt… moan my name as you cum,” he quickly adds while shutting the door. 

“Now, I’m really fucking horny,” Cort croons.

“I hate you right now,” Ezra spits. “So
fucking much!”

“You’re old man is straight,” Cort says, but doesn’t sound too convinced. “Alright, maybe bi… or he’s just sweet on me.
It’s really hard to tell.”

“He wasn’t actually…” I trail off to stop whatever fight was about to erupt. Ez is vibrating with fury.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Cort’s amused voice fills the dark, followed by a series of chuckles that turn into giggles as he climbs on the bed.

“Actually, I kinda would,” I mumble as I shift on the bed until my back is pressed to the headboard. “Hey!” I screech when fingers bracelet around my ankle and pull. Cort covers me, splitting my thighs by wiggling his hips until he fits.

“No, he wasn’t. But Marc’s planning on it,” Cort whispers in my ear- lips pressed tightly to the shell so that the words don’t escape for Ezra to hear. “I’m so turned on right now, and for so many reasons. Having you underneath me with Ezra joining us, and knowing that Marc is just outside the door in the hallway, and he’s turned on like he’s never been before… all of it is driving me to madness.”

“You don’t actually…” I don’t even know what I want to ask anymore since Cort is nuzzling my neck and moaning for no reason at all.

“Do I want Marc?” Cort breathes into my ear. “I’ll deny it… but he’s touching himself right now, and I know it’s because of me… and that trips my trigger.”

“Is he?” I squeak.

“Yeah,” Cort laughs. “Marc is… so thick that his fingers don’t go around his cock.” Cort falls into hysterics, laughter rumbling up from his chest. “Hey,” he snorts when Ezra smacks him upside the head.

“No pussy for you,” Ez growls. “Faith is all mine tonight. You’ll just have to listen.” I’m sure if I could see Ezra, he’d be pouting.

“Ez,” Cort says, sobering, “I love you. C’mere, let me prove it.”

Cort’s arm stretches out, grabbing Ezra by the back of the neck. They kiss inches above my face, getting into it. Their hot breath warms my lips.
The moans and smacking sounds are familiar- Ezra dominating Cortez’s mouth. But it’s the evidence that is pressing against my slit that is proof that Cort wants Ez above all others.

“Um… Cort, you’re leaking on me,” I press against Cort’s chest to get his attention- he ignores me for Ezra’s lips. “Get a condom on, you fuckhead,” I yelp when Cort starts pushing inside of me while making out with Ezra.

When he painfully stretches my pussy to the max, leaving me squirming and freaking out, Cort says, “Faith is so damned tight.” A giggle slips past his lips. “Whoops! I’m no longer a virgin.” He pulls out and kneels between my thighs.

“Dammit, Cort,” Ezra his
ses. “How hard is it to follow one simple direction?”

“But she was so wet,” Cort whines
. Ezra grips my hand- I’m wet, but it’s mostly from what Ezra left behind. “I just wanted a taste. Do I really need two condoms? That seems like overkill to me, man.”

“Two- you wear two,” Ezra orders, and I know what he is thinking. It’s so if I
do end up pregnant, we know without a shadow of a doubt that Ezra is the father.

“Are we going to make love with her like we fantasized?” Cort asks as he double bags it.
The crinkle of the condom wrapper has my heart in my throat.

“Yeah, I want to, “Ez sounds bashful. “It’s all up to Faith.”

“Will it hurt, maim me, or involve two dicks in one orifice?” I give them items from my
never in your wildest dreams will that ever happen
list.

“No,” Ezra laughs.

“I’m good with it. Let’s get the show on the road. Sticking it in and taking it out doesn’t count as sex, Cort. If that’s all you do for Ez, I feel sorry for him. Your cock is impressive, but nothing is
that
impressive.”

“Bitch,” Cort affectionately growls at me as he settles between my thighs. Cort’s thick cockhead rubs up and down my slit, swirling around my clit. I whimper in pleasure, lifting my hips for more. My slut of a body blooms for him while my dirty mouth begs with moans.

“Faith is a bad girl,” Cort teases in a seductive voice, playfully slapping his cock on my slit. “She’s a dirty girly. She wants my cock… deep inside her drenched pussy. Say it,” he demands, “say ‘I want your monster cock in my tight little pussy, Cortez Julian Abernathy. Fuck me!’ Say it, chickadee,” Cort purrs.

“Oh God,” Ezra moans. “Please, s
ay it.”

“She won’t,” Cort predicts. “You should have heard her the first time I made Faith say cock. What a blush.”

“If I remember correctly, I said six words for cock, in a sentence. Then you took me to the ground and teased me with an almost kiss.”

“I’d say you remember correctly,” Cort chuckles.
“I want to fuck you so badly, Faith,” Cort pleads. “But you have to beg for it. Tell us what you want, and we will give it to you.”

“Fuck me,” I whimper.

“What? What was that? I can’t hear you,” Cort sings.

“I want your monster cock in my tight little pussy, Cortez Julian Abernathy. Fuck me!” I quickly and loudly shout, breaking out into laughter before I’m finished. It takes a moment for me to sober up as the Ezes stare at me in stunned silence because they didn’t think I’d say it. “Fuck me,” I beg from low in my throat.

“Ugh!” I painfully grunt when Cort fucks me. In one slow slide, Cortez fills me until it hurts. My body strains to accept his girth, and I doubt in a lifetime that I will ever get used to the size of Cort’s cock. It’s too much, but I don’t want him to stop.

“Holy shit, I can
feel your heartbeat,” I groan. My hips lift off the bed, thrusting Cortez deeper into my pussy. My body turns into a slut and I go with it.

Cort kneels between my thighs, not moving, as I thrust myself on
only half of his sex. I roll my hips in a rapid rhythm, and all I can do is moan and move faster.

“I can’t move,” Cort groans. “If I move, I’ll hurt her. I can’t believe I’m inside a pussy- it’s so hot. If I didn’t have a condom on, I think she would melt my skin,” he moans. “You’re a naught
y bitch, Faith Simpson, and I love you for it. Fuck me harder,” he chants.

“Stop,” Ezra breathlessly groans, his hand gripping my flexing hip. “I’m gonna cum just listening to you. Roll on
to your sides.”

“Huh,” I mumble, but Cortez puts me where they want me. We l
ay on our sides, Cort still half inside of me as Ezra spoons me from behind. My body remembers what it felt like to have Ezra deep inside my behind. I’m not scared- a strange excitement flows through my veins.

This, what I’m doing with my friends, it is playful and about exploration. There are no demands
, and the only emotions we experience are light and carefree. I allow my body and mind to center on the pleasure of the act and forget about all my troubles- they will be there when we’re done.

My eyelashes flutter as my eyes roll back into my skull. My neck arches and my back bows as Ezra slowly slides inside me from behind. Goosebumps and sweat bead on my skin as a trill of electricity flows up my spine.

“Ez,” Cort groans, “I can feel you moving inside of Faith.” An intense shudder rolls though Cort, moving me, which moves Ezra. We find an intoxicating rhythm that has all three of us crying in pleasure. Ezra fists my hair, drawing my neck back so that he can kiss me. Every thrust pushes our lips together, tongues hungrily mingling.

“Ahhh…” I sigh in pleasure when Cort joins our kiss. The tempo changes, the mood changes, our emotions change. We slow. We make love. We share our trust and friendship while Ezra and I try for a few moments to pretend that we’re healed.

Tears- warm tears fall down my cheek and run a cool line down my throat. Tears that aren’t mine but bring about my own. Cort rests his cheek against my breasts, completely and totally ignorant to the fact that Ezra and I are crying together, but for completely different reasons.

They stiffening inside
of me- Cort painfully hardens, preparing for his release. It spurs Ezra towards completion. My eyes widen in shock as they move- buck and jerk. Both men crying out their pleasure in the form of words of adoration directed at the other.

Suddenly feeling like an outsi
der, even though I’m in between a pair of orgasming men, I don’t seek, nor do I find release. Ezra and Cortez are using me as a conduit so they can make love in the only way they are comfortable. Cort sexually rejects Ez by rejecting homosexuality. Ez feels rejection and seeks attention from someone who will give it. This way, they both are with me, but with each other. I know it, even if they don’t want to acknowledge it.

I bite my tongue against cries of pain: emotional pain from knowing I mean so very little, that I am just a means to an end. They make love to each other, through me, not with me. Physical pain, because as Cort orgasms, he forgets to be gentle. He is too thick, too long. I experience a sharp pain and the burning sensation of being chaffed, as Cort roughly pounds into me, bruising me deep inside. I can’t pull away and escape the pain with Ezra at my back, slowly and shallowly riding my ass, and Cort in the front, brutally pounding into me.

Moments slip by as their breathing regulates and changes over to the slow and steady flow of sleep. I carefully slide out from between them. The moment I am free, their bodies seek each other out as if magnetized by love. Their arms and legs intertwine- where does one end and the other begin… I don’t think they do, they are of one being.

I find refuge
in their bathroom, showering until my skin feels blistered red and my mind fogged by fever. I don’t break as I silently and slowly cry. I just feel lost… Seeing what Ezra and Cortez truly have- that unbreakable bond- it makes me realize how alone I truly am and may always be.