Make Me (14 page)

Maybe. Maybe.

‘I bet he’s so hot, and tight. You think he moans, to feel a thick cock in his ass? You think he’d moan if I fucked his ass? I could take him with a nice big dildo, while he fucks your hole, or your mouth. What do you think?’

He shudders all over, as he makes this wet, sloppy trail over my throat and down, down to my cleavage.

‘I think I’m gonna come in my pants if you keep talking like this. Did Tyler tell you to do this?’

‘Does it sound like he did?’

‘I don’t know. He’s never said anything like this before. I don’t even know if he likes getting fucked.’

He finds one stiff nipple and worries it, back and forth, back and forth, which drives me just about crazy. My sex is already slick and swollen, and those tingles he’s prompting are making it worse. Another moment and I’ll be squirming and arching into his hot mouth, and then he’ll know.

He’ll see that I’m not in control at all. I just want him to finger my slick cunt and lick my taut nipples, and, finally, I want him to relieve this ache. God, I’m
aching
.

‘That’s such a pity, don’t you think? Five years – more than that – and you’ve got no clue if he likes the feel of something stretching him, filling him, pumping in and out, nice and slow.’

‘I’m not as good as finding out as he is,’ Brandon protests, but I have to say, he’s doing very well on his own, here. He’s already pushed the plunging neckline of my dress aside and now he’s lapping and lapping at one exposed breast, tongue finding and flicking over my spiky nipple, unerringly.

It makes me want to sob and grind against him, but I resist.

‘Well, why don’t we try now?’ I say, just as Tyler strolls back into the room. Hands in his pockets. Everything about him feigning nonchalance in a way that disturbs me, just a touch.

For the first time I can really see the cracks underneath.

‘Tell him to take all his clothes off,’ I try and, to my delight, Brandon goes for it. He stutters and fumbles and doesn’t seem to know quite what he’s doing, but he goes for it anyway.

‘Could you … uh … strip?’ he asks, the question mark in there out of place, but not unwelcome.

Tyler seems both amused and aroused by it, and that’s a good place to be. ‘You want me to take my clothes off?’

Brandon nods, a touch too eagerly – though he makes up for it in the fondling department. He’s still got a hand full of my bare breast, and the other one has completely outlined the shape of his cock beneath the material. I can make out the thick ridge around the swollen head, and there’s a damp spot where he’s already leaking pre-come.

As Tyler is. Tyler’s more than leaking pre-come in fact. He’s so excited that he can’t seem to bear to touch his cock, once he’s got the clothes off. He just sort of stands there, with this big red thing jutting out in front of him, a look on his face like nothing I’ve seen before.

It’s blank, the way Brandon’s expression sometimes gets. Blank and slack and ready to be fucked.

‘So what do you want to do now, Bran?’ I ask, but unfortunately Brandon seems a little past making decisions. The second Tyler’s cock is out there he fumbles his own free, and starts jerking it, roughly and too fast. Another couple of minutes of this separated-by-a-living-room circle jerk and he’s going to come all over himself.

And I can’t have that. Not before I enjoy this party I’ve somehow managed to throw.

‘Maybe you want someone to do that for you?’ I ask, and this time he moans a
yes
for me. However, I’m not sure he really expects me to go with what I then do. I think he’s expecting my hands or my mouth on his cock, while Tyler watches, mired in frustration.

But that’s not what he gets.

‘You did hear that, didn’t you, Tyler? He wants someone to do something about that solid, slippery erection he’s got.’ I pause for dramatic effect. Hell, Tyler gets away with it, so why shouldn’t I? ‘So why don’t you come on over here and suck him off?’

Both guys moan at that, but in different ways. Brandon’s is a sound of surprise and desperation, but Tyler’s is richer, deeper. It speaks of uncharted depths and a submission he didn’t know he wanted, and it follows through in his actions.

He starts out by taking faltering steps towards us. Then progresses to a slow descent all the way down to the ground, as though his legs can’t quite hold him up. He needs to crawl, just to keep himself steady and whole.

And if he also needs it because it’s arousing, to slink towards someone on hands and knees … well, maybe I won’t say anything about that.

I’ll just say, ‘Go on. Go on, take that hard cock in your mouth.’

And then, best of all, I get to watch as he does it. Brandon eases that solid thing down, a little, until Tyler can reach – even though he doesn’t need to bother. Tyler is tall enough and greedy enough to get right between those legs and, once he’s close, he simply slides those soft, plump lips around the head of Brandon’s cock.

And he doesn’t stop there. He doesn’t just suckle on the tip a little, or give it a tiny lick. He takes the whole thing – all the way down to the base – and when Brandon jerks and mutters the kind of concerned protest he usually reserves for me, Tyler does it again.

He does it until he gags, but that only seems to spur him on. Clearly, he wants to choke on some cock – he’s happy to go at it to the point where he’s gasping for breath and drooling all over Brandon’s stiff length – and I know how to give him what he’s after. I’m thrilled to, considering all the ways in which I’m unsure. This is like a sign, a clue as to how I should go about things, and I appreciate it enough to follow through.

‘Fuck his mouth,’ I tell Brandon, and I am gratified to see that look on his face – that harried, nervous sort of look, which says he’s afraid of hurting someone. Apparently, it’s not just women who can be the damsels in distress to him.

It’s anyone who might be about to get fucked, three ways from Sunday.

‘Go on,’ I say, and Tyler
mmphs
in approval.

The little sound isn’t needed, however. His eyes are closed and his fingers are digging into Brandon’s thighs, and I swear if he sucks any harder on that cock he’s going to take it clean off. I’ve never seen someone blow someone with such excited enthusiasm – not even Brandon, on that first morning we spent together – and it only gets worse when Brandon finally gives in.

He rocks his hips a little, to test it out, and Tyler groans so loudly around the thick shaft in his mouth that I actually see the vibrations travel up Brandon’s body. He jerks as though struck, and squeezes what seems to be my hand, though I don’t know when he started holding it.

Somewhere around the point where Tyler started jacking off, maybe?

‘You see what he’s doing, don’t you?’ I whisper in Brandon’s ear, despite the fact that Brandon barely seems to know what day it is. If I asked him his own name, I doubt he’d know it. He’s got his cock deep in Tyler’s mouth and his hand is in Tyler’s hair, now, and after a moment of this he actually holds his friend in place so he can get in deeper. Fuck harder.

It’s an arresting sight, and one I’m loath to interrupt – only I have to. They’re both going to come if I don’t put the brakes on things.

‘He’s masturbating, Bran. He’s jerking off, while he sucks your cock. Don’t you want to do anything about that?’

Brandon turns his head, lazily, but doesn’t seem inclined to do anything.

Until I point out something detrimental to the way this could possibly go.

‘If you don’t, he’s going to spurt all over the floor, and then what use is he going to be? He can’t fuck my tight little pussy, if he’s already done it right here, right now,’ I say, but I haven’t quite got him yet. Not yet. It takes work to turn someone on to the point where they don’t even know what they’re giving a yes to. ‘And you can’t fuck his virgin ass while he does it, either.’

Ahhh, there it is. There’s the thing. I see it on his face immediately – a kind of wondering disbelief, mixed with pleasure over whatever Tyler’s currently doing. Rubbing his tongue on that sensitive spot just below the head of his cock, I think. Followed by a lewd little lick, right into the still leaking slit at the tip.

‘You want me to …’ Brandon starts and, though his faltering voice and reddening face are very enticing, they’re not the things I pay attention to. I watch Tyler, instead, who has progressed from licking to putting on a filthy show for us both. He curls his tongue around the glossy, exposed head of Bran’s cock, as he eyes me in this certain sort of way.

Yeah, do it
, that gaze says.

So I push, until Brandon obeys.

‘I want you to get him on all fours, and lube up that sweet ass of his. And then when you’re done, I’m going to spread myself out on the floor, and he’s going to fuck me.’ I give the cock Tyler has recently exposed a stroke, revelling in the sticky feel of pre-come and Tyler’s saliva. ‘And you’re going to fuck him, until he explodes inside my tight cunt.’

‘Oh God, Maisie,’ Brandon moans. ‘Maisie, I didn’t know you could talk like this.’

But he doesn’t resist. The second I return with the condoms and some lube, he sets about his task with all the diligence of someone so excited he can barely speak. He can’t even get to grips with Tyler’s big body, and for a long agonising moment I have to sit there and watch him slaloming around on that broad back. Hands all slippery, face all red, Tyler doing his best not to get impatient.

I’d laugh, if I wasn’t too aroused to do it.

Instead, I get down there with him – after all, I’m an old hand at this now. I can actually slide a finger into Tyler’s excruciatingly tight hole without blushing or wondering if I’m doing it right, and when Tyler gasps in what could be mild humiliation I add a second one.

And then I fuck into him, slow and steady, as Brandon gazes down at everything, open-mouthed. God only knows what he’s thinking. It’s alarming to me to see Tyler so submissive – on his knees with his thighs spread, two fingers working in his tight hole – but it’s got to be a whole other realm to Brandon.

He’s been doing the man’s bidding for five times as long as I have. Plus, he has no idea that this isn’t anything but Tyler’s bidding, now. He didn’t hear the conversation down in the bar. He doesn’t know that Tyler
wanted
me to make him.

All he knows is that I’m currently fucking into his friend, while reaching up for a kiss.

And, oh, he gives me one. He goes after my mouth like it’s a life belt and he’s drowning. He can’t cope with the sight of this and the sound of Tyler moaning, gruffly, and most of all he doesn’t know what to do when I offer him a condom.

‘Go on. Fuck him nice and hard. I want to feel you through him,’ I say, but he still doesn’t seem to know. I have to roll the rubber onto him, shivering over every little wince and jerk he gives me.

He’s so primed it’s almost unbearable.

Though not half as unbearable as the way he looks when I guide his cock to Tyler’s entrance. He keeps his eyes closed, as if it will help matters, somehow. He’s not really doing this, if he’s not looking. And the
flush
that’s on him … it’s an unholy mixture of excitement and shame, and it’s somehow made its way to his navel.

Plus, there are his words.

‘I’m going to come the second I slide inside,’ he says, almost like a complaint. Then less of one when he feels that tightly clenched hole giving just a little under the press of his solid cock.

‘I won’t fit,’ he tells me, squirming and agitated in a way I probably shouldn’t find arousing. And yet I do. My nipples are diamond hard and, every time I do something or see something new – like the head of that bulging dick slowly easing into Tyler’s slick passage – my pussy clenches sympathetically, around nothing.

I need something in me. God, I do. And I need it now, before Brandon’s even acclimatised to the feel of something so grasping and greedy around his prick.

‘Christ,’ he says. ‘He’s like a fist.’

Only you know. He doesn’t mean it in the bad way. He’s not complaining any more, and nor is Tyler. No … Tyler has stopped that weird silence, and has regained his ability to say the filthiest things, spurred on by the way Brandon strokes into him, once, like an experiment.

An experiment that definitely pays off.

‘Oh God, do that again. Fuck my ass. Fuck it, Bran,’ he blurts out, and then just for good measure he grabs a hold of my right thigh. Drags me towards him like someone too hungry to wait.

At which point, I remember the latter half of the fantasy I promised Bran. You know, the part where we make a daisy chain, even though the very idea of a daisy chain is completely terrifying to me. The last time I used those words in earnest, I was a kid in a field full of flowers.

Now I’m some sort of porn star, about to get fucked while someone else fucks the person who’s fucking me.

Lord, there are a lot of F-words in that one sentence.

‘Come here, Maisie,’ Tyler says, because apparently he can’t stay out of control for long. He has to reach out and get a hold of it again, even as someone else pounds into his ass hard enough to make him shake and gasp and occasionally say something really rude, like: ‘Ohhh, he feels so solid, inside me. So thick. Is this what it felt like for you? Did you feel like this?’

‘Like what?’

‘Like a whore, being used for someone else’s gratification.’

I’m honestly not sure what excites me more, here. That he’s referring to me, or that he’s feeling that exact same way right now. He’s just a big body getting drilled, over and over, until he’s mindless enough to grope at me – mouth on my tits and between my legs, briefly, while I hold on to enough sanity to get a condom on him.

‘I’m gonna last about thirty seconds,’ he moans, but that much is obvious. He’s so shaky he can’t even manage to manoeuvre between my legs – I have to do that for him, too. I ease beneath the cage of his poled arms, spread my legs around him, and, once I’m trapped beneath them both, I get a hold of his solid cock.

Much to his discomfort.

‘No, not like that. Don’t. Oh my God, don’t. Oh my God, I can’t believe this feels so good. Seriously, Maisie, just …’ he stutters, and then he simply levers his body down a little, until his heavy cock is pushing blindly through my slit.