Epithymia – Chapter 5

επιθυμία [epiθimiːa], n – craving, longing, desire

“I want you both to pleasure my wife.”

A lascivious grin spread across Maxwell’s face at Liam’s words. “Anything you ask, Your Majesty,” he uttered in a gravelly voice, rising from his place between Hana and Olivia and crossing to me. His ocean-blue eyes glinted predatorily as he took me in, gaze roaming from head to toe, before settling on my face. “Would you like me to make you come, Queen Charlotte?” Max asked, taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger and lightly brushing my lips with his. I could feel the heat radiating off Liam as he stood behind me, his hands gripping my waist.

“God, yes, please,” I whispered, having difficulty formulating a coherent response to Maxwell’s question. Drake watched our interaction from his seat on the couch, lust flashing in his eyes. I watched his mouth tighten infinitesimally when Maxwell bent to suck at my neck, and he quickly crossed the room to join us, his hands replacing Liam’s on my body.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight, Charlie, and you’re going to scream for me,” Drake said lowly through gritted teeth, his lips brushing against my ear. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me away from Maxwell’s mouth to land a heated kiss against my lips, his tongue reaching out to circle mine. Drake pulled away after a moment, breathing heavily, staring into my eyes like he could see my soul. Maxwell took Liam’s place behind me and I felt his fingers playing with the hem of my dress, lightly brushing the underside of my ass.

My husband moved around to stand before me, eyes shining with desire as he watched his two best friends seduce his wife. “Is this what you want, Charlotte?” he asked. “Do you want Maxwell and Drake to pleasure you, love? Do you want them to spend the night making you come, over and over again?” Liam kissed me deeply, stroking my tongue sensually with his; the feeling of Maxwell and Drake’s hands on my body and Liam’s tongue in my mouth caused a rush of heat to my core, making my body tremble. Pulling away, my husband motioned to Drake and Maxwell. “Go. Take care of Charlotte. And remember, gentlemen, the rules.” They nodded and began pulling me from the room, one on each side, our hands intertwined.

“Wait, Liam,” I called back. “Will you be–?” I stopped, unsure of what I was even asking. Was Liam truly okay with this? Would he be alone while I was being pleasured? He must have understood what I meant, because he offered me a genuine smile, putting me at ease. “I believe I will finish the evening with Lady Hana and Duchess Olivia,” he replied, sitting in the spot vacated by Drake on the couch. “I will see you later, my love,” he promised. My heart felt lighter as I stepped into the hallway with Drake and Maxwell, sure that neither Liam nor I would harbor any jealousy over the events of this night.

Our trio quickly made its way down the hall toward Drake’s rooms, each man gripping tightly to my waist, urging me along to begin our tryst. Once we reached his door, Drake grasped the knob and swung it open, ushering us all inside before twisting the lock behind him. The three of us stood in the dimly-lit room. the anticipation of what was to come thrumming through our bodies.

“Drinks?” Drake offered, crossing through the small sitting area to a bar cart, where he picked up a decanter of dark, amber whiskey. He poured himself a glass then gestured for us to join him, sitting on the small loveseat. I lowered myself next to Drake, who instantly wrapped an arm around me, brushing his fingers gently against my shoulder. Maxwell handed me a drink and sat on my other side, his hand coming down to rest on my upper thigh, fully exposed from the short skirt of my dress. I took a sip of the whiskey and let it warm me, feeling my inhibitions, which had returned with a vengeance once this moment was upon me, slip away once more.

“Charlotte, do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you?” Maxwell’s mouth landed on my neck, his tongue languishing against my pulse point. The hand that rested on my leg began to creep up, his fingers making slow, light circles that dipped down between my legs. “All those mornings I woke you up, you were so gorgeous, so sweet. I wanted to close the door behind us and fuck you until you couldn’t stand.” A whimper escaped my throat at Maxwell’s words and my head fell back to rest against the couch, the ache between my legs becoming unbearable. I spread my legs wider for Maxwell and his fingers, now at the edge of my lace thong, dipped briefly underneath the fabric to touch the wetness hidden there. “Oh, fuck, Charlotte, you’re so wet for us already,” he moaned into my ear. I tentatively reached out to brush at the bulge in Maxwell’s pants, earning a soft hiss from him.

As Maxwell continued to caress my wet folds, Drake reached over to take the glass from my hands, setting it on a side table. He returned his hand to play with my tits, his fingers brushing against my already-erect nipples through the silky fabric of my dress. “Tell us what you want, Charlie,” Drake murmured. “We’ll do anything for you.” He pulled and teased, twisting just enough to send shocks from my breasts down to my core. Just as I’d done to Maxwell, I reached my hand over to cup Drake’s dick, straining against the fabric of his jeans, and he growled in appreciation at my touch.

“Charlie, I want you so bad,” Drake muttered, bringing his lips to my neck, lavishing attention on my throat opposite Maxwell. The feeling of these two men all over me was thrilling; I had never been this turned on before. Abruptly, Maxwell stood and pulled me up against him, roughly grabbing the back of my head and crashing his mouth down to mine, teeth clashing and nipping as we kissed. He spun me around to face Drake, who still sat on the couch watching us, and leaned down to my ear.

“Tonight is all about you, Blossom,” Maxwell whispered hotly, his hands holding tightly to my hips from behind. He trailed wet kisses down the length of my bare back to where the drape of my dress hung at the top of my ass, before kneeling and pushing up the short skirt to reveal my body to them. He placed matching kisses on each cheek then pulled aside the small band of my thong to lick my throbbing pussy, his tongue running from my dripping slit up to my puckered opening; the feeling of his mouth on me spurred my arousal, and I could feel my juices spreading on my thighs.

“Oh, fuck, Drake, she tastes so good,” Maxwell mumbled, the vibration of his voice sending jolts of electricity through me, “you gotta lick this pussy.” Drake met my eyes for a moment, the heat of his stare scorching my skin, before dropping to his knees before me and ripping my thong from my body. I stared down at him, legs shaking from the intense sensation of Maxwell’s tongue thrusting into my wet heat, and watched Drake’s lips latch on to my clit, his eyes never leaving mine. The men sucked and nibbled at my most sensitive area, their joint efforts quickly bringing me to orgasm.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I chanted, feeling the waves of pleasure crashing inside me. I writhed against Maxwell and Drake’s faces, my fingers tangled in their hair and their hands gripping me around the waist to hold me up, my incoherent cries ripping from my throat as I felt both their tongues lapping up my cum. Drake brought a hand up to rub circles on my clit as I shuddered, his mouth joining Maxwell’s as my essence dripped out of my core; I could feel their tongues moving together over my pussy, each of them greedily sucking me up.

Just as my legs began to give out, Drake rose and scooped me into his arms, crossing the room to gently lay me on his bed, my body still shaking from the intensity of my release. I could see my juices glistening on his chin, and I beckoned him down to me so I could clean it up, tasting the sweet musk of my cum on his lips. Drake made quick work of shedding his clothes, standing before me at the side of the bed, completely naked. I couldn’t take my eyes off the delicious man next to me, fist pumping up and down over his thick, hard dick as he watched me come down from my high. Drake was beautiful: broad shoulders, slim hips, and muscular thighs, dark chest hair scattered across his pecs. A line of hair ran down his six-pack to a patch of trimmed, black, pubic hair, where his gorgeous cock, the subject of so many fantasies, jutted out, eight inches long and thicker than I was used to.

Maxwell joined us, now naked as well. I let my gaze travel down his body, appreciating his beauty. While he wasn’t as built as Drake, Maxwell’s long, lean muscles made my mouth water. Even his hippo tattoo, one that I’d given him shit over so many times, couldn’t detract from his sexiness. Whereas Drake kept his body hair well groomed, Maxwell waxed. His chest was muscled, his abs well- defined. My eyes hungrily roamed down his body until I reached his dick, longer than Drake’s but not quite as thick, and uncut. Maxwell stroked himself as he knelt on the bed next to me; on my other side, Drake stretched out and ran a hand up my thigh, over my stomach, and to my breast.

“You need to take this off,” Maxwell insisted, reaching down and tugging the dress up and over my head, flinging it across the room. He laid down and propped himself up on one elbow, gently circling my nipple. “God, Charlotte, you’re beautiful,” Maxwell breathed, his eyes taking me in. I felt my skin heat under his gaze, his teasing fingers bringing a fresh wave of wetness between my thighs.

“Tell us what you want, Charlie, and we’ll give it to you,” Drake whispered, his hand joining Maxwell’s on my chest. Each of them took one breast and simultaneously lowered their mouths to a nipple, their tongues alone nearly enough to send me over the edge once again. I reached out to grasp both their dicks, running my thumbs over the heads to gather the pre-cum there before slowly drawing my hands up and down their shafts. Each of them bucked into my grip, Maxwell biting down on a nipple while Drake groaned over me.

“Fuck, Charlie,” he mumbled against my breast. “I want you so bad.” Drake’s hand wandered down to my pussy, where he slid two fingers inside me. I thrust my hips up instinctively, wanting–no needing–to be filled up by these men.

“I want one of you to fuck me,” I panted, my fingers wrapping in their hair, pressing their faces to my tits, “and I want to suck the other’s dick.” Maxwell broke away and met my eyes, his own orbs glassed over with desire. He captured my lips with his, rolling his tongue over mine, before answering.

“Tell me where you want me, Blossom.”

Drake sat up, kneeling between my legs, his eyes glowing with a possessiveness I’d never seen. “This is my pussy tonight, Beaumont,” he declared, positioning himself at my entrance. “I’ve waited too long for this.” Drake’s words sent a shiver through me; if only he knew how long I’d wanted to feel him pressing inside me, losing himself, that shaggy hair falling down across his forehead, his gorgeous brown eyes black with need. I stared up at Drake, my breasts heaving with anticipation.

“Please,” I whispered to Drake. An emotion flashed in his eyes, one that I’d seen before, one that made my heart stutter in my chest, before he sheathed himself fully inside me. “Oh, Drake, fuck me,” I cried at the intrusion, a brief moment of pain transforming into deliciously-sinful pleasure. He gripped my hips and pulled me up to him, our pelvises pressed together as he supported my weight, and I turned my head to Maxwell, waiting patiently next to me.

Maxwell knelt beside my face, the tip of his cock brushing my lips; I let my tongue sneak out to lick at the salty bead there, gripping him in my hand. He moaned appreciatively. “Oh, that sweet tongue, Blossom, I want you to suck me dry.” I wrapped my lips around him, suckling his tip as I stroked his shaft, using my other hand to cup his balls. “Fuck!” Maxwell hissed, jerking his hips forward to fuck my mouth. A keening sound rose in the back of my throat, the sensation of Drake rolling his hips against me and the taste of Maxwell’s cock overwhelming my senses. I continued sucking and fucking the two men, unable to believe my luck.

“Charlie,” Drake sighed, his thickness filling me up. Increasing his speed, his fingers digging into my flesh, I watched as Drake head fell back, eyes closed. “You feel so good baby, I want you so bad,” he ground out, the sounds of our fucking loud in the room. Maxwell reached a hand down to stroke my nipples, rolling a pink bud between his fingers, and I could feel my second orgasm rushing toward me.

“Drake, Max, I need you,” I panted, stroking the latter while the former pounded my pussy. I could tell all three of us were getting close, our breathing ragged, or skin flushed.

“We don’t come until you do, Charlotte,” Maxwell groaned, thrusting into my fist. I returned my lips to his velvety flesh, wrapping my mouth around him tightly. He wrapped a fist in my hair and plunged his dick into my mouth, over and over. Drake let his hand fall to the top of my sex, his fingers roughly rubbing the swollen nub there, and that was all I needed to crash over the edge.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I cried, blinding white light shooting behind my closed eyes. Every muscle in my body tensed; I felt my walls clamping down on Drake’s cock, my back arching and my toes curling. I managed to keep hold of Maxwell and sucked him back into my mouth, just in time for him to let go, his thick cum spurting out to rush down my throat. “Ahhhh, Charlotte, yes, baby, just like that,” he cried, his legs shaking as the force of his orgasm rocked him. I swallowed everything he gave me, whimpering against his flesh as I felt Drake still beneath me.

“Charlie, fuck, my god,” he groaned, pulling out and giving his engorged dick two quick jerks before emptying his balls across my belly. Drake was beautiful as he came, the cords of his neck straining, his muscles taut with his pleasure, head thrown back in ecstasy. The three of us came down together, breaths rasping and bodies quivering. Drake flopped down next to me, one arm thrown over his eyes, and Maxwell gently cleaned Drake’s seed from my stomach with a tissue and collapsed on my other side, bundling me to his body. “Blossom, you’re amazing,” he whispered in my ear, my back to his front, while Drake turned to face me, gliding his fingers over my cheek. I felt so satisfied, so cherished, by these two men.

“Thank you,” I murmured, my eyes locked on Drake’s. These men had given me the most intense pleasure I’d ever experienced; a mere thank you seemed insufficient, but I didn’t know what else to say. Drake pushed my hair back from my face and leaned in to kiss me softy, his lips lingering for a moment, before pulling back to study my face.

“Don’t thank us, Charlotte,” Maxwell said, his hand stroking my hip. He kissed me gently on the cheek. “We’ve wanted you for a long time, baby. Haven’t we Drake?”

“Forever,” Drake breathed.

As they held me, I felt myself begin to drift off. “Charlie, you’ve gotta go back to Liam,” Drake said, breaking the silence. My eyes opened to see him smiling gently, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Instead, I saw sadness, a longing, there, and it made my heart twist painfully. What was it about this man that captivated me so? The desire I thought could be quenched by a night with him somehow burned even brighter than before, and I was helpless to stop the feelings that were slowly building within me.

I left the warmth of their arms and dressed slowly, both of them watching me hungrily; they wanted more, and so did I. “This must be one of Liam’s ‘rules,’” I said, slipping my heels back on. Maxwell slid off the bed, grabbing his pants and sliding them on.

“You got it, Blossom.”

He grinned as he shrugged on his shirt, leaving it unbuttoned so his sculpted chest was on display. “Liam has three rules for playing with you: one, absolutely no coming inside you–well, at least not in your pussy.” He waggled his eyebrows, making me giggle. “Two, no marks on your body; and three, no sleeping. You have to go back to him after we’re done.”

Nodding in understanding, I crossed to Maxwell. “That makes sense.” I kissed him lightly on the lips, my tongue darting out quickly just to taste him one last time. Drake pulled on his jeans, leaving his shirt discarded in his room, and walked over to where I stood near the door.

“Are you okay Charlie?” His brown eyes searched mine, making sure I regretted nothing about the events that transpired this evening. I smiled softly up at him.

“I’m wonderful.”

Another kiss on Drake’s full lips, promising many more nights spent just like this. His fingers traced my collarbone, ghosting up my neck to my mouth, where his thumb gently swept across my bottom lip.

“Good,” he whispered. Drake stepped away to let me open the door and I suddenly felt empty, although I couldn’t pinpoint from where the emotion had come. Shrugging it off, I smiled at the two men before stepping into the hall and closing the door behind me, heading toward my own bed where my husband lay waiting for me.