Chapter 20: Worshipping all holes!
The city’s lights blinked on below, a silent constellation beneath our sweaty, entwined stillness. My cheek rested against Vishal’s damp underarm, its musk a familiar, comforting perfume now, while Swati nuzzled the other side. “You two wear me out,” she sighed, her finger tracing idle circles on his chest. I felt the deep, steadying rhythm of his heartbeat begin to slow under my palm. “Don’t get too comfortable,” Vishal murmured, his voice rough but playful, his hand stroking my hair. “We’re just reloading.” Swati propped herself up on an elbow, her eyes gleaming in the low light. “I have an idea for the finale.” She looked at me, a sly smile forming. “Tia, sweetheart, you’ve been so good with your mouth.” My skin prickled with anticipation. “I want you to watch,” Swati continued, shifting to straddle Vishal, her back to me. “Watch everything. Learn.” Vishal’s hands immediately found her hips, a low groan escaping him as she settled onto him. I did watch, mesmerized by the shift of muscle in his abdomen, the way his control seemed to fracture with every movement she made. Swati moved with a deliberate, grinding rhythm, her head thrown back. “See how he lets go?” she panted, glancing over her shoulder at me. “That’s your doing, too.” I crawled closer, drawn to the heat they generated. Tentatively, I placed a kiss on the small of Swati’s back, then on the old bite mark on Vishal’s shoulder—my mark. He turned his head, capturing my mouth in a searing, salty kiss. “Now,” Swati commanded, her rhythm breaking. “Together.” She reached back, her fingers tangling in my hair, guiding my head down between her legs as she rose and fell on Vishal, and I obeyed, losing myself in the taste of them both, in the symphony of their sounds, feeling his free hand clutch desperately at my hip, claiming us both.
The world narrowed to wet heat, the sharp gasp of Swati’s breath above me, the iron grip of Vishal’s fingers on my skin. “Yes, just like that,” Swati moaned, her hips rocking forward against my mouth while she pressed down onto him, a perfect, punishing rhythm. I could feel the shudder that traveled through Vishal’s entire frame, a silent vibration against my cheek.
“Switch,” Swati commanded, her voice suddenly clear and firm.
She pulled my head up by my hair, not harshly, but with undeniable authority. “My turn to watch.” Before I could process it, she had swapped our positions, guiding me onto Vishal, his hands rising to steady my waist as I sank down. “Look at him,” Swati instructed, kneeling beside us, her eyes alight. “Look at his face.” I did, and I saw it—the raw, unfiltered need, the surrender he never showed anyone else. Swati’s hand slid between us, her fingers finding me as I moved. “He’s yours right now,” she whispered, her breath hot in my ear. “But he’s mine, too. Always.” Her other hand caressed Vishal’s jaw, turning his face toward hers for a deep, possessive kiss. I felt him pulse inside me, a stuttering rhythm that matched my own climbing tension. “Now, together,” Swati said, her voice a low promise, her fingers working in time with my movements. “For me.” The order broke us.
The order broke us. A shared, ragged cry tore from our throats as the last of our control dissolved into the warm dusk air. For a long moment, there was only the sound of our desperate breaths and the distant hum of the city below, a world away from this sweat-slicked tangle of limbs on the expensive rug.
Vishal was the first to speak, his voice a wrecked, affectionate rasp against Swati’s neck. “You’re a ruthless conductor, darling.” She chuckled, a low, satisfied sound, her fingers still tracing patterns on my damp back. “You two are my favourite instruments,” she sighed. “But Tia’s learning to play louder.”
“Was I loud enough, Sir?” I mumbled into his chest, my face still burning.
“You were perfect,” he said, his thumb brushing my cheek. Swati pinched my hip, a sharp, playful sting. “Don’t fish for compliments, baby girl. Your mouth was busy enough.” She shifted, extracting herself from our pile with a satisfied groan. “Though I might need a new rug. Look at this mess.” Vishal laughed, a genuine, unguarded sound I rarely heard. “Buy ten. It was worth it.” His eyes met mine, still dark with exhaustion and something else. “You took everything so beautifully.”
“Everything we gave her,” Swati corrected, standing and stretching, magnificent in the fading light. She looked down at us, a queen surveying her domain. “She liked the bites best, I think. Didn’t you?” My blush deepened, answering for me. “See?” Swati said to Vishal. “My little masochist.” He propped himself up on his elbows, looking at the faint red marks on my thighs. “My little revelation,” he countered softly, then grinned at Swati. “But your barking orders still turns me on. ‘Do her harder.’ ‘Make her taste us.’” He shook his head. “Christ.”
Swati walked to the window, her silhouette against the glass. “You love it. ‘Get her ready for me.’ ‘Make her beg.’ You practically purred.” She turned back, her expression softening for a fleeting second. “You both did. ‘Is that all you have?’” she quoted my own gasped challenge from earlier back to me, and I hid my face. Vishal’s laugh was a warm rumble. “And you, shouting ‘Fill her up for me’ right in my ear. You’re a menace.” He flopped back down, pulling me closer. “A glorious, perfect menace.”
Swati padded back and knelt, her gaze intense. “It’s true. ‘Come on my face, both of you’ was a bit much, wasn’t it?” I shuddered, remembering the frantic, overwhelming compliance. Vishal’s hand tightened on me. “You have no filter, woman. ‘Lick her clean.’ ‘Now suck it out of him.’” He exhaled sharply. “No one talks to me like that.”
“No one else can,” she stated simply, her finger tracing his lips. “You’re my beast. My good, wild beast. And you,” her eyes slid to me, “you belong between us.” The silence that followed was heavy, complete. My blush was a full-body fire, a map of every delicious, whispered shame they’d painted me with. In that quiet, surrounded by the scent of us and their echoing, raw words, I felt more found than I ever had being lost.