Alyssa
I'm half-asleep, my head resting on Niko's chest, as the end credits of The Lion King roll. We've been watching our way though Disney movies, and surprisingly, Niko doesn't complain. His hand strokes my hair, sweet and tender, just like the entire evening has been. When Mufasa died, I bawled, and Niko didn't say a word-he just wiped my tears and held me closer. The intimacy between us threatens to unravel me in ways I didn't think it could.
I know better than to let myself fall like this, but I can't seem to fucking help it. How am I going to be okay when I'm eventually forced to leave them?
The door clicks open, and I sit up. King steps in, his presence instantly filling the room. But Niko doesn't move, instead, he traces lazy circles on my back. I guess he has no reason to be afraid of King's wrath-he did say tell him to comfort me before he left.
"You're back early," Niko murmurs, his his chest rumbling beneath my hands. "That good news?"
King crosses to the kitchen without responding, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and a single glass. He takes a seat in his usual spot, the chair that faces us like a throne, his eyes locking with mine. Watching. Waiting.
I feel Niko stiffen beneath me, tension creeping into his body. "What's going on?"
"Tomorrow," King replies gruffly, pouring himself a drink with a flick of his wrist, dismissing the conversation like it doesn't matter. "Right now, I'm sure our kitten is ready to play. I've kept her waiting long enough."
I shake my head, my stomach tightening with apprehension. Is it about Gray? "If it's something important, we don't have to-"
"Niko." King's voice cuts through my protest, his gaze shifting from me to Niko with a simple, commanding nod.
Before I can blink, Niko flips me over, so I'm beneath him on the couch, his body looming above mine. He yanks my shorts and panties down in one swift motion, exposing my pussy to him.
"Niko!" I squeak, squirming beneath him. "I'm not-"
"Don't lie to us, sweet girl." His voice is a low growl, primal. "I've felt you soaking through your panties on me for hours." He grabs my thighs and spreads them wide, baring me completely. "Now let me fucking devour you."
I barely have time to process what's happening before his mouth is on me. I gasp, fingers digging into his hair as his tongue slides over my clit, slow and torturous at first, but then faster, like he's starving for me. My back arches, every nerve sparking, my body no longer under my control.
"Fuck, Niko. I can't...I don't want-Fuck!"
"Surrender, Alyssa," he growls, his voice muffled against my skin. "You've been wanting this, I can tell. Just relax. Give your body to us. We know what you need."
I lock eyes with King across the room. He's watching us, a slow, amused smile playing on his lips. He's obviously enjoying the show, savoring my helplessness as much as Niko is. His eyes glint, and his tongue flicks in a teasing motion that sends a fresh wave of heat through me.
King tilts his head, smirking. "Slut, if her eyes aren't rolling back, you're not doing your job."
Niko groans, his mouth latching onto my clit as he sucks, hard. My body jerks, my hips lifting off the couch before he pins them back down. My vision blurs, and like King commanded, my eyes roll back in my head. A string of helpless, needy moans slip from my lips like pleas.
For more. So much fucking more.
Shit. My whole body tightens, the orgasm building fast, unstoppable. "I'm gonna-"
"Not yet, kitten," King growls, his voice sharp with authority. "If you come before I say so, I won't let him fuck you."
What?
The command slices through me, panic and lust twisting into something impossible to control. I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood, attempting to stop the pleasure from overtaking me. Niko slows down, easing me back from the brink with long, slow strokes of his tongue.
"Good girl," Niko murmurs, his eyes snapping up to meet mine, a soft assurance in his gaze before he picks up the pace again. "Fuck, you taste so sweet, baby." He licks a slow line up my slit. "Did your husband ever tell you how good you taste?"
The question catches me off guard, and I freeze. What a way to kill the mood. When I don't answer, his mouth stops moving, leaving me on edge, aching.
"What are you doing?" I snap, frustration bubbling in my chest.
His chuckles, his eyes dark with intent. "I asked you a question, sweet girl. I expect an answer."
I glance over at King, who's giving me the same look. Expectant. Amused. Fucking enjoying every second of this.
My cheeks burn. "Uh...no. He didn't really like to do that," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. The realization hits me hard-I stayed with a man for nearly seven years that barely enjoyed touching me. How stupid was I?
Niko hums against me, the vibration shooting through my body. "That's because he never deserved to touch you like this." His finger glides down, teasing my entrance. "But we do." He glides it inside me, curling it upward. "Tonight, we're going to show you what it feels like to be owned by both of us, and you're going to take everything we give you because you're such a good girl with a greedy little pussy."
The dominance and possessiveness in his voice makes me want to detonate right there, but instead, I bite my lip. "Are you sure about that?"
Niko doesn't answer with words. His mouth crashes back into me, devouring me with a renewed hunger, his tongue thrusting into me while his fingers find my clit, stroking relentlessly. I shudder, my thighs trembling, the orgasm building again, so much fucking stronger than before.
"Please," I whimper, my gaze locking with King. "Please, Sir, can I come?"
King's voice is a low growl, thick with satisfaction. "Since you asked so nicely, kitten...go ahead. Soak his fucking face."
His words send me over the edge, my body convulsing as my juices pour out of me. I scream Niko's name, my voice breaking as he drinks me in like he's on death row and I'm the last thing he'll ever taste.
"Good girl," Niko praises, kissing the top of my mound before pulling away.
"Come here, Niko," King commands.
Niko moves quickly, and their mouths collide with a hunger that makes me want to come all over again. I'm so fucking ready for more.
"Please..." I breathe, causing King to pull away and look at me.
King raises a dark brow. "What do you want, kitten? Use your words."
"Fuck me," I say, no shame or embarrassment left in me.
King's lips curl into a dark smile. "What are you waiting for, Niko? She just told you what she needs."
Niko's eyes darken as he strips off his clothes. He's moving slower than I want him to, teasing me, making me watch as he reveals his body piece by piece. His gaze is predatory, like he's savoring how vulnerable and submissive I am right now.
"Sweet girl," he begins, his voice thick with lust. "I'm going to try to be gentle, but I've wanted you too long. My body might not agree with me. So, you need a safe word. You say it, and everything stops."
I'm surprised that he wants to put a safeword in place, but he is the gentler of the two. I don't think King would ever suggest that, but he's also never pushed me farther than I could handle.
I contemplate for only a second. "Um, red is fine."
Niko nods. "Red, it is."
Then, he crawls over me, his cock sliding between my slick folds. I gasp at how good and heavy he feels. "I've dreamed of this for years, Alyssa. All those summers sitting on your mom's porch...you wearing those tight fucking shorts, teasing us. You had no idea how badly King and I wanted to bend you over and fuck the shit out of you."
My body arches beneath him. "I thought you hated me."
Niko chuckles, burying his face in my neck as he continues to rock against me. "No, baby. We didn't want you to see how badly we wanted you. Especially, King. He wanted to kill your husband so badly."
Fuck. A full body shudder ripples through me.
"You like that, don't you?" Niko breathes against my skin. "Knowing he'd kill for you?"
"Fuck, yes!" I cry out, surprising even myself, but I don't care anymore.
"You hear that, King?" Niko asks with a smirk.
King hums with satisfaction, his eyes smoldering with something darker than lust as he watches us. "Yeah," he rasps, like he can barely hold himself back. "Now, stop teasing our kitten and fuck her before I do it for you."
"Okay, okay," Niko laughs softly before shifting, and positioning his cock at my entrance. "I love how much you trust me. Trust us. We're going to take such good care of you, I promise."
I whimper as he pushes into me, feeling just how much thicker he is than King. I'm so full, I feel like he might break me.
"Fuck," Niko hisses, his voice tight with the effort of holding back. "You're so tight. If I bust in two pumps, it's your fault."
I laugh breathlessly, barely able to focus on anything but the delicious pressure inside me. "How is that my fault?"
"You just feel so fucking good." His entire body shudders, each thrust sending him deeper into my pussy. He presses his forehead to mine, his breath mingling with mine as he drives his cock in and out of me. "That's it, baby. Surrender. Show me how much you enjoy this."
"I love it so much," I moan, kissing him deeply as he continues to fuck me with long, slow strokes. All of this feels so good, but I can't help glancing at King, who's pouring himself another glass of whiskey. His eyes are guarded, but I catch a glimmer of emotion that he's desperately trying to bury.
It must be hard for him to watch Niko touch me, but he's allowing it, relinquishing control so Niko and I can enjoy each other.
But I need him too.
I place a hand on Niko's chest, stopping him. He looks down at me, concern crossing his features, but before he can speak, I say with desperate confidence, "I want both of you inside me."
His breath catches, curiosity and shock in his eyes. "Shit. At the same time?"
I nod, my voice quivering with need. "Please."
I can't stand another minute without King's touch, but I also want Niko to keep fucking me just the way he was. I know they've probably never thought about taking it this far, at least not together, but my desire for them right now is all-consuming.
Niko groans, like I'm torturing him, and turns his head to look at King. "Daddy, she's such a greedy girl for us. What do you think?"
King sets his glass on the table with a clink and rises, padding towards us with a dark promise in his eyes. "I think we should give her what she wants," he decides, his voice almost unrecognizable with how gravelly it is. "I just hope you can handle what you asked for, kitten. You won't be able to walk for a few days after this."