Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Mercer does to Locke what Locke does to me.
The kiss.
The hand on his cock.
The jerkoff.
I wait for it, looking down at Locke’s fist. In the time I closed my eyes, he has taken Mercer’s cock out of his slacks and he’s pumping his hand up and down Mercer’s shaft.
A fingertip on my chin forces me to look up. I find Mercer’s face. “Do you like to watch, Nova?”
I do. But I don’t say that. My head is humming. My pussy is throbbing. And I don’t even think it was a real question because Mercer continues to talk. “I like to watch. In a moment, when Locke is done with me, that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to watch you with him. And I want you to promise me something.”
I just stare up at him.
“Nova.”
“Yes.”
“I want you to promise me something.”
“OK.”
“I want you to promise that you will be yourself. You will not go any further than you normally would. You will not do any more than you normally would. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.” I say it, but I don’t really mean it. I have no idea what he’s talking about.
“Good.” Then he closes his eyes and this is when I realize that Locke is jerking him hard and fast. Mercer opens his mouth and a small grunting groan escapes. Locke hisses between his teeth and wraps his free hand around Mercer’s head. Drawing him towards his chest.
I’m caught in the middle. Sandwiched between the two of them. Locke’s fully erect cock pushing against my lower belly. Mercer’s hip pressing against my ass.
Then Locke grabs my hand, places it over Mercer’s cock, and uses it to get him to the finish line. Mercer comes almost immediately. He hisses, and throws his head back, and grabs my breast with a fierceness I haven’t seen in him before this moment.
Locke presses into me, grinding his hips against mine. “Nova,” he’s whispering. “Nova, Nova, my Nova.” Over and over again. Then Mercer’s hand is on my head and he’s urging me to kneel.
My promise to him suddenly makes sense.
This night is going to get dirty.
And this is just the beginning.
I kneel and look up at Mercer. His eyes are fixated on mine. Like I’m his target. “Take Locke’s dick in your hand, Nova.”
I do it.
“Now take mine.”
I do that too.
“Now put them both in your mouth.”
There is no way that these two cocks will fit in my mouth. We all know this.
But it’s not about perfection. It’s about willingness to try.
For some reason these words in my head come out in Mercer’s accented voice. Like he said this to me once.
And maybe he did.
They both angle their bodies so they are very close and then they are kissing again. A frantic, passionate, lust-filled kiss that captivates me. But Mercer’s hand on my head redirects my attention to the task I was given.
I squeeze them, lean down, and wrap my lips around their heads.
“Fuck.” I think that was Locke, but I’m not sure.
“Fuck, yeah.” That was definitely Mercer.
His cock is sweet with the come he just ejected and I swirl my tongue around his head, then kiss it. I do the same to Locke, then wrap my lips around them both again.
Mercer pulls back and I look up at him, wondering if something is wrong. He smiles at me, then starts backing away, his hand already gripping his swollen dick. Pumping it as he sits down on a chair, spreads his legs open, and almost closes his eyes, watching us.
He’s going to watch.
I won’t do anything I don’t normally do.
But I don’t normally do any of this.
At least, I didn’t. Until I joined the Institute.
I don’t care about my promise. I’m going to do it all.
Locke kneels down in front of me, blocking my view of Mercer. “Pay attention to me, Nova.”
I nod. “I am.”
“No, darling. You’re completely distracted by cock. I want you to pay attention to me.”
I nod again. “I will.”
“Good. Stand up. Don’t stop looking at me.”
I have not been in any type of submissive relationship before this. It’s really not my thing. I am a sexual creature, but not a passive or meek one.
However… there is nothing meek or passive about what is happening right now.
In fact, I’m so turned on by these men giving me direction, all they would have to do is bump my clit the wrong way right now and I would gush for them.
I stand up. And I never stop looking at Locke.
“Good. You’re such a good girl.” He’s on his knees in front of me. And this makes my head spin. Because he’s the one in control. “Now I want you to lift your gown up.”
The tips of my fingers grab the fabric of my dress. Which is not a dress you simply lift up. It’s form-fitting, just a tiny bit tight, so I have to tug it.