Loving Dark Men Read Online J.A. Huss

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Locke’s eyes dance as I do this. Revealing first my calves, then my knees, then my thighs.

“Keep going,” he encourages. “Pull it all the way up.”

I tug harder to get it past my hips. I almost ask him to unzip me, but I think my struggle is part of his turn-on. Finally, it’s around my waist.

“More,” Locke says.

“More?”

He nods. “Keep going.”

I pull it up higher, struggle again to get it over my breasts. Then stop when it’s all bunched up around my neck. I must look ridiculous. I don’t dare take my eyes off Locke. Not after he ordered me not to. But in my peripheral vision, I see Mercer in the chair. He’s slouched down. So far down, he’s practically lying on the chair. And he’s jerking himself off with a fury.

Then I understand.

Whatever this is, it’s not for Locke. It’s for Mercer.

I pull the dress up until it’s over my head.

“Stop.”

I stop.

“Now open your legs.”

I open them.

And I stand there in my underwear, with a dress covering my head—and my vision—and wait for my next order.

Wondering how the hell I got here.

This morning I left my cottage as someone who had never placed her head over the bulging cock of a man as he spoon-fed her.

And now I’m standing in front of that man, essentially blindfolded by my own dress, waiting for his best friend, or lover—or whatever Locke is to him—to instruct me.

There is some shuffling. Locke takes my hand. “Kneel down, Nova. Don’t worry, I’ll help you.”

I bend, realize that he’s lying down between my legs, looking up at me.

“Keep going.”

I sit on his face and almost die when his tongue flicks up and catches the edge of my clit.

I fall forward, and the dress shifts over my head. Giving me a view of Mercer, who is just a few feet away. He’s coming all over himself. Eyes closed and hips bucking.

And I wonder, in this moment, how often they do this.

Then I don’t care. Because I’m coming in Locke’s mouth.

I fall all the way forward, hands on the carpet. And I grind on him. My dress covering his head. My tits bouncing as I move over his chin and mouth. Trying to help his tongue find that sweet, sweet spot as my pussy pulsates little shockwaves through my body.

Mercer is in the chair muttering, “Fuck, yeah. Fuck, yeah.”

Then I’m suddenly being tossed backward as Locke sits up. He’s grinning, his face slick and shiny. He pushes down on my back, opening my legs as he repositions himself between them again. “Eyes on me,” he commands.

I obey. Trying my hardest not to look down. Not to watch as he jerks himself off. Then he repositions again, on his knees now. Easing his hips towards me. And even though I have already come twice in the span of about twenty minutes, I’m instantly craving more.

I want him inside me.

That’s when I notice that Mercer is up and walking over to us. He’s naked now. Damn. I wish I could’ve seen him take his clothes off. Next time, I will pay better attention.

Mercer kneels next to my head, fisting his cock. He’s come twice too. But you wouldn’t know it by his thick, hard erection. He leans down, his mouth covering mine. Kissing me.

And it’s that same kiss.

The one I want. The one I crave. The same way he kisses Locke, and Locke kisses me, and Locke kisses Olsen. It’s like they are passing this passion between them with a kiss to different people.

I respond without hesitation.

I just want so much more. And never has been a time in my life where I have wanted men so badly. Not even during my slutty teenager days. I didn’t crave those boys the way I suddenly crave these men.

Mercer pulls away. Breathing heavy and hard. Staring down at me. Penetrating me with his gaze. And then I gasp as Locke thrusts his cock inside me. My back bucks up and Mercer is there, his mouth covering mine again. Locke pounding me from below. Hard enough to make me scoot along the carpet. Burning my bare skin.

Then Mercer is speaking. “I want to be inside you too. Both of us.”

“Shut up, Mercer,” Locke growls.

“You understand, right, Nova? You understand?” He’s petting my hair with one hand, jerking himself off with the other.

“Shut up,” Locke growls again.

What is Mercer asking? I don’t understand.

“I want to feel you both, you know that—”

But his words are cut off because Locke is suddenly kissing him.

Did he just do that to shut him up?

What…

Then I lose my train of thought. Because Locke has placed Mercer’s cock up to my lips.

I take him inside me. Thinking… There. There, Mercer. Now you’re in.

And I am too.

Into them.

And then I come all over Locke’s cock.

I wake up some hours later to a shuffling sound.

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