The Domville 7 (The Domville #7) (8 page)

I’d touched and sucked
them that many times, it had almost started to feel normal, and I’d started to
wonder how good it would feel to have that reciprocated. That’s how much they
fucked with my head. And here I was, willing this bloody guy to stop teasing me
and just grab my cock and wank me until I exploded all over his hand and my
stomach. What the fuck was wrong with me? Maybe I’d fucked so many women trying
to convince myself I was straight, rather than admit that eventually I’d
secretly enjoyed bringing those older guys to their knees with my hand or
mouth. It had made me feel strong and powerful, even though I hadn’t been at
the time. To know that their grunts and moans were because of me had been
heady. Around the time I’d realised I was accepting it, and actually enjoying
doing it, was when I’d become disgusted with myself and started to fight back.
I’d never touched a guy since. I’d never wanted to. Until now. All of a sudden,
I was full of curiosity at how it would feel to receive, rather than to give. I
shifted my thighs apart a bit more and pushed my hips up as he made another
pass, this time with a blatant slow rub over my balls and up my shaft. My cock
jerked up as the heat from his touch saturated me and I let out a low growl as
our eyes locked.

‘You are bisexual? You
want me to fuck you, too? Because that’s not a problem.’ Édouard smiled as he
moved agonisingly slowly down my erection again. My breath caught in my throat
as he moved back up and gently ran his thumb over my head, to find it wet and
sticky. He swapped hands, licking his thumb clean with a groan that nearly had
me grab his head and drag it down to my crotch. I pushed myself into his hand a
bit harder as he continued to stroke, then moaned as he slowly cupped my balls
and started to roll them in his other hand at the same time. Jesus! ‘I’d love
to suck this big cock, that would be ok, oui?’

How the hell did I
answer that? Right now, in this moment, the answer was yes. All of a sudden, I
wanted him to curl his fingers tighter around me, to pump his fist up and down,
to slide his lips over my head and swallow me whole. I wanted to fuck his mouth
hard, to feel myself explode in it, to get that rush they all had when they’d
done the same in mine. I wanted to pin him face down on the bed and see how
sliding my cock up his tight arse and fucking him felt compared to Nadja. I
wanted to know if a hard, warm cock felt even better thrusting into me than one
of Nadja’s butt plugs. I wanted to know. I
needed
to know. Was I really straight
or had I been denying what I was for years, running from it? He took my silence
as his answer and slowly peeled the towel away from my body, groaning as he
looked down at me. I propped myself up on my elbows, my chest rising and
falling rapidly. He quickly grasped me firmly in his hand and lowered himself
down, dragging his tongue over my head and tonguing my slit.

‘Fuck.’ I shuddered,
not sure if it was from pleasure at being touched or disgust that it was a guy.
But I didn’t stop him as he stretched his mouth open and engulfed me. He worked
hard and fast, his suction technique nearly as good as Nadja’s. I reached one
hand out to press down on the back of his head, forcing him to take me deeper.
The sounds of him slurping and gagging on my length had me start to pant as my
climax grew imminent. He wasn’t any better than Nadja, but fuck, if the thought
that it was a guy and it was wrong didn’t turn me on. When he opened his eyes
and they looked up to meet mine, I lost all control and bucked on the table,
shooting my load into his mouth. I watched through hooded eyes as he swallowed
me down, then stood up and licked his lips. Fuck! I jerked upright and he wiped
his mouth as the bedroom doors were opened and Nadja appeared, towelling her
damp hair, totally oblivious to what she’d just walked in on.

‘Sorry, didn’t mean to
interrupt. I know you were going to call me when you were done, but I was about
to pass out in that bath, I was so hot. Enjoying it?’

‘Yeah, it was great,’ I
coughed, leaping off the bed and quickly grabbing a towel to cover the evidence
of my excitement, which hadn’t yet deflated.

‘So I see,’ Nadja
giggled, flashing a look at my crotch. ‘Don’t let me cut your time short, I can
sit by the fire and have a drink.’

‘No, you go,’ I
gestured, tucking the towel around my waist as I avoided looking at Édouard.
The faster he started on her, the faster we could get this ménage going and he
could leave. Embarrassed as I was, it was done, and I still wanted to see him
fuck Nadja. I grabbed her as she drew close with me, crushing her to my chest
as I kissed her, levering her lips apart with my tongue as I tried to reclaim
my manhood. She moaned and gripped my biceps tightly, kissing me back just as
hard. I nearly rejoiced when I felt it give me a familiar kick of desire for
her. So I wasn’t gay. But I’d just enjoyed having a man make me come. Maybe I
was bisexual. ‘Go,’ I ordered gruffly as I released her. I grabbed one of the
towels I’d been lying on out of Édouard’s hands and went to spread it over the
end of the bed so that I could sit down on it and observe them through the
double doors to the lounge. Nadja went to pour herself some chilled water as Édouard
finished remaking the bed with fresh towels.

‘On my stomach first
again?’ Nadja asked as she reached up to undo the towel she’d wrapped around
herself.

‘Non, on your back,
please,’ Édouard advised.

‘O, ok,’ she smiled.
She dropped her towel, making my breath hitch to see her standing there naked.
She was so self-confident when it came to her body, and she had every right to
be. Édouard’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as they scanned her firm tits,
and it took him a moment to snap out of it and settle her down. He stood at her
head, slipped his hands under her neck, and made a start, looking up to lock
eyes with me and giving me a wink, making me cough. I watched for a moment,
wondering what the best way was to approach this with her. Let him work her up
with a massage first, then wait for her reaction when his hands started to
caress her tits, or be upfront about it. I quickly got up and walked back over.
Not telling her was as bad as what those guys did to me in school. Much as I
wanted this, she needed to go in eyes open and give her consent, or I’d never
be able to live with myself. I squirted some of Édouard’s oil into my palms and
rubbed them together, then headed down to the foot of the bed and lightly
wrapped my fingers around her ankles.

‘Devon, what are you
doing?’ she gasped as she lifted her head up to look at me, surprised.

‘Didn’t you say this
morning that four hands would be better than two?’ I winked. Her mouth opened
and closed a few times as she studied me. ‘Two tongues, two cocks,’ I
suggested, leaning forward and sliding my hands under the towel Édouard had
covered her with, skimming over her naked pussy.

‘Devon!’ She flicked
her eyes up at Édouard, then looked back at me. ‘Seriously?’

‘Seriously. Édouard’s
game if you are, and babe, I really hope you are as the thought of seeing him
eating your pussy has me busting to come.’

‘I … I don’t know, I …’

‘Then just let us
continue to touch you and you say stop if you’re not happy, ok?’ I suggested,
twisting my hand to palm her crotch and use my finger to rub her perineum. I
nodded to Édouard, and he tentatively slid his hands around to her chest and
moved them down under the towel, to reverse cup her breasts. She whimpered, so
I stroked harder and Édouard started to slide his hands up and down, running
around her breasts in circles. I gently pulled the towel away from her body,
exposing her, before slipping an oiled finger up her backside as my thumb
parted her lips and sought out her clit.

‘Devon,’ she whispered
as she pulled her feet slightly up the bed and parted her knees.

‘Give in to it, babe,
enjoy it. Let it be even better than that dream you had.’ I nodded at her as
she looked at me, confusion all over her face. ‘She loves her nipples being
pulled, pinched, and bitten,’ I advised Édouard, who grinned back at me and
clenched them in his fingers and tugged.

‘O shit,’ she moaned,
dropping her head back onto the bed. I leaned over and let my tongue take over
for my thumb as I continued to thrust into her backside. I looked up over her
stomach to see she had her eyes closed, her lips parted as her chest heaved. I
dragged my gaze up to Édouard’s face and locked eyes. His tongue darted out to
lick his lower lip, then he bit it as his pupils expanded. He slowly bent over
and ran his tongue over Nadja’s nipple and sucked it into his mouth. She let
out a gasp and I saw her fingers tighten around the edge of the table. Game on,
no way was she backing out now, I knew my girl too well. She was too curious
and turned on to say no now. ‘O … my … God!’

‘Ok, baby?’ I asked as
I nipped her clit.

‘Yes,’ she breathed.

‘Why don’t we move this
to the bedroom, get you more comfortable,’ I suggested. She nodded, with her
eyes closed, so I straightened up and grabbed her hand as I eased my other
fingers out of her. ‘Are you staying fully clothed, or are you going to strip
off to join us?’ I asked Édouard as I hauled Nadja up onto her feet, her
modesty towel falling to the floor, where mine soon joined it.

‘I join you,’ Édouard
nodded vigorously, his fingers quickly moving to undo the buttons on his white
high-necked uniform. His professionalism had totally melted, his eyes were
flitting back and forth between Nadja and my naked bodies, not sure where to
linger first. Mine dropped to his crotch, a twitch forming in mine as I saw he
was hard, too.

‘Are we really doing
this?’ Nadja whispered as I led her into the bedroom.

‘As long as you’re
enjoying it,’ I nodded. ‘You feel uncomfortable at any time, you just say the
word and we stop, ok?’

‘Anytime?’ she
repeated, looking up at me for reassurance.

‘Anytime,’ I confirmed,
leaning in to kiss her, then grabbing some condoms and tossing them on the end
of the bed. ‘Get comfortable on the bed. Let me just wash my hands and then
they’re coming back to touch and probe this hot body of mine.’ I winked at her
as I looked around to see Édouard entering the bedroom, stark bollock naked. We
ran our eyes over each other. Good, he was toned and cut. He didn’t have my
build, but we could have done worse. ‘Make a start, I’ll be back in a minute.’

I used the toilet and
scrubbed my hands clean, my cock flexing at the thought of what was to come. It
had been a long time since I’d had a threesome, especially with a guy in the
mix. I really had tried nearly everything sexual now, except fucking a guy and
being fucked by one. Maybe this would round off my list of experiences. Settle
that nagging doubt about my sexuality once and for all. I wandered back into
the bedroom to find Édouard lying on the bed, sucking one of Nadja’s breasts as
his fingers slipped around her sodden pussy. She was writhing, her fingers
clutching at the duvet below her as she panted. I strode around to the bottom
of the bed and pulled her legs apart, eager to dive back in and drink her dry.

Édouard quickly
scrambled up onto his knees and started to run his hand up and down his cock.
He was longer than me, but didn’t have my girth, I wondered which Nadja would enjoy
inside her more. As I watched, he tentatively held it to her lips. She hesitated
a moment, flicking her eyes to me for approval. I nodded and watched as she
opened her mouth and allowed him to feed it to her. He groaned as she started
to bob back and forth, and I almost envied him for experiencing her for the first
time. She gave incredible head. I wondered what he tasted like and swallowed
hard as the urge to take him in my mouth came over me. I hadn’t had that urge
since I was a teenager. I distracted myself by kneeling down at the foot of the
bed and kissing my way up her smooth, soft thighs, inhaling the sweet scent of
her arousal deeply. I kept my eyes on Édouard’s cock sliding in and out of her
mouth as I feasted on her, her ankles automatically lifting up to wrap around
my shoulders and rest on my back as she rocked against my face.

‘Mon Dieu, she is
good,’ he groaned as our eyes met.

‘You have no idea,’ I
confirmed as I used my tongue to fuck her, which had her muffled squeals
increase in frequency and intensity.

‘How does she taste,’
he rasped as he held her head, his cock buried deep in her throat.

‘Like fucking nectar, come
and try,’ I offered. I was eager for some relief on my cock, it was throbbing
so badly I was liable to come with no stimulation at this rate. I stood up and
let Édouard take my place as I stroked myself slowly, swirling the pre-come
that had gathered on my head around my tip. Nadja gasped as he started to work
on her.

‘Jesus!’ she cried.

‘Good?’ I called as I
tried to decide whether I wanted to watch her breasts jiggling as she squirmed
on the bed, or the flash of pink I’d just seen as Édouard crouched on all
fours, his pert buttocks splayed, offering himself to me.

‘Yes, different, it’s
been … so long since … anyone else …’ Her voice trailed off as her hips left
the bed and she started to pant. Édouard swayed his hips from side to side as
he built her up towards a climax. I swallowed hard and moved to kneel behind
him. It was time to find out just how far I was willing to take this. I ran a
hand down his back and he pushed his arse up in the air towards me. I slowly
traced a path down his spine with my finger and circled his puckered opening,
then sucked my finger and moved it back to apply some pressure as I reached
under him with my other hand to grasp his cock. I felt it jerk and stiffen in
my hand as I started to stroke him. All of the blood in my body converged in my
pelvis as I started to move faster, fucking his backside with my finger. He let
out a loud groan and rammed his hips back, asking for more, just as Nadja
shattered, screaming as she came. My breathing coming hard and fast, I grabbed
one of the foil wrappers and ripped it open with my teeth, ready to cover
myself.