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You moved around your crummy little apartment in that aimless, panicked way you always did before seeing them. Your mirror leaned against the wall at the wrong angle, threatening to slide off its crate “vanity” at any moment. But you still perched in front of it, slipping earrings through shaking fingers, smoothing your dress down your hips like it might magically fix itself.
Lindsey had told you it would “look lovely on you, sweetie,” The words had stuck in your mind ever since.
You dabbed perfume over your pulse points, your hands shaking just a little. It seemed you were always nervous when it came to Gerard and Lindsey. The pet names were another thing, making your head spinny.
Your phone buzzed. It was a text from Lindsey.
We’re downstairs, sweetheart.
Your breath hitched. Suddenly you were aware of every little imperfection in your place, in yourself, in your world. But they never cared; Gerard and Lindsey adored you.
You grabbed your bag— one of the first gifts they’d given you— and hurried down the stairwell that always creaked obnoxiously, heart thudding.
When you stepped outside, the air was cool, autumn sun beginning to set. Their car stood out immediately among the battered sedans and sun-faded hatchbacks lined along the curb. It was a sleek, expensive car in contrast, the paint so glossy it reflected the fading sunlight.
Gerard was the one who got out to meet you. “Hey there, gorgeous.” His voice was low and warm in a way that made your stomach twist. He opened his arms and you walked right into his space, because you’d be a fool not to take the opportunity.
He kissed your cheek, the scent of his cologne reminding you of aged paper. You inhaled softly, wanting it to stick to your nose for an extra moment.
Lindsey leaned across the middle console when you slid into the back seat, grinning as she took you in. Atop her head was a pair of Balenciaga sunglasses that seemed to glimmer in the soft light. “Oh, look at our girl, Gerard,” she cooed, reaching out to fix a strap. That didn’t actually need fixing, her warm fingers brushing your skin. “You’re gonna make everybody in there stare.”
You flushed and let out a little breathless laugh. “You might be exaggerating, but I’ll take it,”
”Not at all,” she replied warmly. “If anything, I think I’m underselling it.”
As the engine purred and the three of you set off, you wondered, and not for the first time, how you’d ended up here. How you’d gone from comparing the cheapest deals in grocery store aisles to being picked up by them and experiencing things you could’ve never hoped for.
The little Italian place on Melrose Avenue wasn’t one you’d ever heard of, or really could hope to afford on your own. While it wasn’t the pressed white tablecloth, violin-in-the-corner kind of fancy, it was still hopelessly out of your price range.
The three of you were lead to a corner booth, Gerard slipping in on the left side and Lindsey on your right, effectively caging you between them.
Lindsey’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she shrugged off her jacket. “You seriously look amazing,” she said again, propping her chin in her hand to study you.
You squirmed under her gaze, pulse jumping. The menu felt absurdly heavy in your hands; thick paper, embossed logo, and prices that made you wince.
Gerard rested his arm on the small back. “Don’t worry about the numbers, honey,” he said casually, eyes flicking down to his own menu. “Order whatever you want.”
“We’re the ones who asked you out,” Lindsey added. “Let us spoil our girl,”
The phrase sent a warm, dizzy rush straight through you. Our girl. It rolled around in your head, sticky and intoxicating.
A server appeared with a warm, practiced smile, setting a trio of water glasses on the table. He launched into the specials, something about house-made pappardelle and the fresh-caught halibut, but you were hardly listening.
Lindsey’s eyes swept over the menu, scanning it with the focus of someone who actually understood half the words on it. “The tagliatelle with the truffle cream,” she said, tapping your menu. “That’s what I had last time. It’s incredible.”
Gerard looked over at you. “How’s that sound, honey?”
You swallowed, deciding to let them choose for you. “It… sounds good,” you said. “I’ve never had truffle before, but—“
”Oh, perfect,” Lindsey cut in, delighted. “First time. You’re gonna love it.”
The server nodded, pen poised.
Gerard ordered something for himself (osso buco), the words rounded and confident on his tongue, and Lindsey picked a grilled branzino, rattling of a substitution like she’d done it a thousand times. When it came to drinks, they didn’t even glance at the prices.
”Negroni for me,” Gerard said, “And the Barlo by the glass.”
Lindsey leaned her chin into her hand again. “I’ll have an Aperol spritz,” she decided, then turned her attention to you. “What do you feel like, sweetheart? Something sweet? Something strong?”
You hesitated. “I… don’t know. I usually just drink, like, cheap wine.”
This seemed to delight her. “That’s okay,” Lindsey said. “We’re expanding your horizons tonight.” She looked up at the server. “Get her something fun,” she said. “She likes fruity things. But nothing too weak. Maybe a mezcal cocktail?”
”Yes, ma’am,” the server said, jotting it down.
You watched him walk away, a little stunned. “You didn’t have to—“
“Sweetheart,” Lindsey cut in gently. “We’re spoiling you, remember? We wanted to.”
”Exactly,” Gerard agreed. “You’re with us. The only thing you’re allowed to worry about right now is what dessert you’re getting.”
The drinks arrived swiftly. Lindsey tapped your glass lightly with her manicured finger. “You’ll like it. It’s fruity, smooth, and very expensive. A girl like you should get to taste expensive.” Her lips curled. “Often.”
Gerard chuckled, resting his arm behind you on the booth, thumb brushing your shoulder. “She looks like she’s about to short-circuit.”
“I’m not—” you started, but then the first sip melted every coherent thought in your brain. Sweet, citrusy, smooth heat bloomed down your throat.
“Oh,” you said softly.
Lindsey’s grin sharpened. “Good, isn’t it?”
You nodded, unable to hide how wide your eyes went. She reached out and cupped your jaw for a moment, a feather-light touch. “You deserve nice things, honey.”
Food arrived not long after, plates steaming, rich scents of garlic and butter and basil wafting up around you. You sighed involuntarily at the smell.
“Oh, she’s adorable,” Lindsey cooed, picking up her fork.
Gerard’s lips twitched at that.
Before you could answer, Lindsey speared a small bite of her branzino, blew on it until the steam stopped rising, then held the fork toward your mouth.
”Open up,” she said softly, but there was a commanding undertone to her voice.
You froze for only half a second before obeying. You closed your eyes, savoring the taste of pepper and lemon, and that made them both exhale a quiet, pleased sound.
”Good girl,” Lindsey murmured, making you shiver.
Gerard’s hand slipped onto your thigh under the table, warm and steady. “Try mine too,” he said, already holding up a twirl of pasta on his fork.
You leaned toward him, parting your lips. The bite was rich and savory.
Gerard shot Lindsey a look that made your stomach flip— an unspoken, shared satisfaction.
“Here,” Lindsey said, nudging your cocktail toward you. “Drink some more.”
You took another sip, feeling pleasantly floaty already. Everything felt warm; your cheeks, your throat, the spot on your thigh where Gerard’s thumb stroked idle circles.
Conversation drifted easily from there; your classes, Gerard’s work, some art thing Lindsey was excited about. They teased you gently when you got flustered, complimented you, asked your opinions.
You felt dizzy with the sticky-sweet combo of adoration and the bubbly alcohol in your stomach.
At some point, Gerard’s hand drifted higher on your thigh, dangerously close to your panties. You ducked your head, bringing your glass to your lips just to have something to do, the rim cool against your mouth.
By the time the plates were cleared, your glass refilled without you quite noticing, wrapped in a cocoon of attention and indulgence that made the outside world feel very far away.
“Are we thinking about any dessert?” The server asked chipperly, setting a trio of dessert menus down.
You blinked, the words swimming a little. Dessert? You weren’t even sure you could think straight, let alone pick something. Gerard and Lindsey had been feeding you bites off their plates, topping up your drink, touching you with warm hands; your brain felt slow and syrupy.
Lindsey didn’t bother picking up her menu. She just tapped the edge of yours with a perfectly manicured nail. “Go on, sweetheart. Pick whatever looks good.”
Your breath stuttered. For a moment, all you could do was stare at the tiny photos printed on glossy paper. Tiramisu, panna cotta, some fancy pistachio cake garnished with a mint leaf.
“I…” you swallowed. ”I dunno. They all look good.”
Lindsey made a soft, amused hum. She scanned the menu for all of three seconds before snapping it closed. “We’ll do the tiramisu,” she told the server, decisively. “For the table.”
Gerard nodded. “And another round of drinks.”
”Of course,” the server chimed, whisking the menus away.
Once he was gone, Lindsey tilted her head, studying you again like you were some fascinating, delicate thing she couldn’t believe existed. “Are you alright, sweetheart?”
You nodded a little too fast. “Yeah, I’m good. Really good.”
Gerard grasped your hand, his thumb stroking the back of your knuckles. His touch was warm, grounding despite the floaty feel in your head. “Perfect. That’s all we want,” he said softly.
Lindsey tucked a hair behind your ear, humming softly in agreement and letting her hand linger for a moment.
Your pulse fluttered like a trapped bird. You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or the attention that was making you flush.
The tiramisu arrived shortly after, dusted with cocoa. Lindsey scooped a bite with her fork and held it out without hesitation.
”Open,” she instructed gently.
You complied. The mascarpone melted on your tongue, sweet and rich. Before you could stop yourself, you let out a soft moan.
Lindsey’s eyes went dark. “Gerard,” she said, not looking away from you. “Did you hear that?”
“I did,” he murmured, sounding almost proud.
Heat crawled up your neck. You hid behind your cocktail again, which only made them both smile.
“I— well— that’s—“ The words jammed together in your mouth, completely useless. Your legs pressed together instinctively.
They both chuckled at you, making it so much worse.
“I can’t wait to get her home,” Lindsey murmured to Gerard.
Gerard looked at you with a fondness that made your tummy flip. “Neither can I,”
You stepped into their house, the familiar entryway making your shoulders drop. You’d been here before, but it never stopped being special. Everything was so deliberately beautiful; polished wood floors, framed art. It always smelled faintly like something expensive and comforting.
You slipped off your shoes, eyes lingering on the details.
“Nightcap?” Gerard asked, already hanging up his coat and rolling his sleeves up.
“Sure,” you breathed, still a little dazed from dinner.
“Good,” Lindsey said, catching your hand in hers. “Come on, honey.”
She tugged you into the living room, the two of you sinking onto their sprawling, soft couch. You barely had a chance to settle in before Lindsey turned toward you, eyes glinting in the low light. She hooked her arm around your waist, and with effortless confidence, pulled you right onto her lap.
“Hi,” she said, voice velvety, her arms tightening around your hips. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, her thumb tracing your cheekbone.
Your hands landed on her shoulders for balance, heartbeat fluttering. “Hi,” you echoed, a little breathless.
She leaned in and kissed you softly, just a press of her mouth, before deepening it, hungrier, her hand cradling the back of your head. The kiss sent a shiver down your spine, your body instinctively arching closer. You tasted the faintest trace of her lip gloss and something else—wine, maybe, and a bit of sweetness from the tiramisu.
Her hands slid down your sides, bunching the fabric of your dress, fingertips exploring as if she were reacquainting herself with every inch of you. She squeezed your hips, then slid her palm lower to grab a handful of your ass, making you gasp against her mouth.
Lindsey pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark, lips parted in a pleased little smile.
The sound of ice clinking in the kitchen reminded you Gerard was only a room away, and the thought sent another hot rush through you.
Lindsey’s hand slid beneath your dress, her palm warm against your bare thigh, her fingers spreading as she squeezed.
You whimpered, pressing your forehead to hers, your body aching with anticipation. “Lindsey—”
She just smiled, nipping playfully at your jaw. “Now, now. Is that what you’re supposed to call me?” Her hand squeezed your thigh in gentle warning, her nose brushing yours.
Your cheeks went hot, the answer stalling on your tongue. “Sorry, Mommy,” you whispered, barely more than a breath.
”That’s better,” she purred, thumb circling higher, dangerously close to where you needed her most. “You want something, honey?”
You nodded, biting your lip, but she just grinned wider, clearly enjoying how easy it was to unravel you. Her fingers traced slow, lazy shapes along your inner thigh, each pass setting off a new wave of want. You squirmed in her lap, desperate for more.
”That’s a good girl,” she whispered, her lips brushing your ear. “You’re so sweet, aren’t you? I could keep you like this all night. Maybe I should get you all worked up and make you watch Gee and I play, hm?”
”No,” you whimpered, making her raise an eyebrow. “Please, Mommy, I want… want you to touch me.”
From the kitchen, you heard Gerard humming softly as he prepared a drink. You wondered if he was purposefully taking his time. The anticipation made you grow even wetter, knowing he’d walk in any second and find you pliant and whining in his wife’s arms.
Lindsey’s mouth skimmed over your cheek to your throat, nipping and soothing with her tongue when you whimpered. Her hand found its way between your legs, her thumb stroking featherlight circles on your clit through your panties. “Hmm,” she grinned against your throat, clearly enjoying your reactions. “I dunno, maybe we should have you wait…”
You shivered, dizzy and desperate. She pressed down onto your clit more firmly with her thumb, clearly reveling in the whine she pulled from your throat.
Just then, you heard the clink of glasses and Gerard’s footsteps approaching, your heart leaping in anticipation. Lindsey, of course, didn’t stop touching you.
He set your drink down on the coffee table, eyes instantly catching on where you were straddling Lindsey’s lap, dress rucked up just enough to give away exactly how things had been going in his absence, and cheeks flushed.
“Well, look at you two,” he drawled, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his lips. “Did I miss something good, or are you just getting started?”
You tried to duck your head, squirming under his gaze, but Lindsey held your jaw tight with her free hand, beginning to draw quick, tight circles against your clit with the other. You arched helplessly against her.
”I’m just warming her up,” Lindsey purred, grinning at him. ”Besides, she’s forgotten her manners a bit.”
Your face burned. “I—She—“
He chuckled, shaking his head as he took a seat next to the two of you, his hand immediately settling on the small of your back.
“She hasn’t even thanked you for the drink, either,” Lindsey tsked, though her tone was warm and teasing.
You shifted, feeling pinned beneath their attention. “Thank you, Gerard. I’m— thank you,” you stammered, voice small.
Lindsey grinned, releasing her hold on your jaw and letting you finally take your glass.
You took the glass with both hands in the hopes it would steady you. The cool condensation felt soothing against your overheated palms. The drink was something amber-colored, a single large ice cube floating in it. You brought it to your lips, sipping carefully, and the smoky burn of good whiskey coated your tongue, warming you from the inside out.
You coughed, never having been much a fan of whiskey, but Lindsey gently urged the glass back to your lips. You let more of the drink slither down your throat.
Gerard’s hand slid higher up your back, fingers splaying possessively between your shoulder blades. “There we go,” he purred, voice low and approving. “Good girl.”
The praise made you shudder harder than the liquor had. Lindsey’s thumb was still moving in those maddening little circles, pressing the damp fabric of your panties against your clit with just enough pressure to keep you trembling. You were no doubt soaked, and you knew she could feel it, too.
Lindsey leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Drink some more, sweetie. Daddy made it strong, just for you.”
You obeyed without thinking, swallowing another mouthful. The heat pooled low in your belly, mixing with everything else until you felt dizzy with it.
Gerard’s hand left your back only long enough to take the glass from your shaky fingers and set it aside. Then both of his palms settled on your thighs, pushing them wider so you were fully straddling Lindsey’s lap, dress bunched high around your hips. The cool air hit the wet spot on your panties and you gasped clumsily.
”Aw, look, Linds. She’s soaked through already. You’ve been teasing her that bad?”
Lindsey hummed, finally slipping her fingers beneath the edge of your underwear. You jolted at the first direct touch, a broken sound escaping your throat. “Only a little,” she replied, sliding one finger through your slick folds with a deliberate slowness that had you keening. “She’s so responsive tonight, I barely had to do anything.”
You whimpered, hips rocking forward into her hand without permission. Gerard pinched your thigh.
”Uh-uh,” he chided. “Stay still, honey. Let Mommy play with you.”
The words sent a fresh rush of wetness between your legs. You bit your lip hard, trying your best to behave even as Lindsey circled your entrance with one finger teasingly.
”Please,” you whimpered, voice cracking. “Mommy, please—“
The smile that Lindsey gave you was sharp, delighted. “What is it, sweetheart?”
”I need… please, I—“ you couldn’t finish. Your head fell forward, forehead pressing to her shoulder as she finally, finally slid one finger inside you slowly. From your side, you heard Gerard make a low sound of approval, but you didn’t have the focus to look over.
She curled her finger just right and you cried out, muffled against her neck. She added a second, stretching you open with purposeful slowness, her thumb finding your clit again. Your thighs shook.
Gerard’s hand slid up your side, cupping your breast through your dress, thumb circling your nipple until it peaked hard against the fabric. You were surrounded by the two of them, their low, praising voices wrapping around you like velvet rope.
You let out a choked sob, clenching around Lindsey’s fingers. “Mommy…”
“Are you gonna cum?” Lindsey whispered, pumping her fingers faster now, the wet sound of it obscene in the otherwise quiet room. “Right here on my lap, with Daddy watching?”
You nodded frantically, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from how good it felt. “Yes, please, I’m—“
Lindsey eased her fingers out slowly, bringing them to her lips and licking them clean with deliberate slowness, eyes locked on yours. You watched, dazed and still reeling from the loss, as she hummed in satisfaction.
Gerard chuckled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Oh, no,” he cooed. “Mommy’s teasing, huh?”
You nodded, your mind working at half speed. You were used to them playing good-cop bad-cop with you, and Gerard was always the more ‘fair’ one, even if he did his fair share of teasing.
“Poor thing,” she cooed, patting your cheek with the hand that had just been inside of you. “You were so close, weren’t you?”
You whimpered, hips twitching into empty air. Your thighs were still trembling, slick with yourself, and the ache between your legs felt almost painful.
Lindesey’s fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your face up so you had to meet their eyes. “Bedroom,” she said. “Now.”
They guided you down the hallway, even though you’d been there before. The master bedroom door was already cracked open, warm lamplight spilled across the floorboards.
The two of them stripped you slowly. Your dress was peeled down your shoulders, zipper dragged. When the fabric pooled at your feet, you stood trembling in the light blue set you’d picked specifically for them. The delicate lacy bra cupped your tits, your panties soaked through. Gerard exhaled sharply.
”Jesus, that color on her, Linds.”
“I know,” Lindsey purred. She was already stripped down to her own lingerie; black satin, corset bra pushing her breasts high, garter straps framing the wet patch on her thong. “She’s so pretty for us. She even went and got all dolled up in your favorite color.”
There was something about the way the two of them talked about you like you were simply ornamental, an item they were surveying, that got you impossibly wetter.
Gerard stepped in close behind you, the heat of his chest against your back, and unhooked your bra with a single practiced flick. The lace slipped from your shoulders and he let it fall, palms immediately cupping your bare breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they stiffened into aching points.
Lindsey knelt in front of you, nails dragging lightly down your sides before hooking into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down.
”Look at this,” she murmured, soaking the soaked lace up between two fingers. She rose gracefully, pressing the ruined panties into Gerard’s hand. He brought them to his nose without hesitation, inhaling deeply, and the raw hunger on his face made your knees buckle.
”On the floor, sweetheart. You know what to do.” Lindsey said sweetly.
You sank down instantly, the thick plush rug soft under your knees. Lindsey moved behind you, hands settling on your shoulders and guiding you until your cheek brushed the expensive wool of his slacks.
Gerard’s eyes darkened as he tilted your chin up with two fingers. “Look at me,”
You did, stomach flipping a little in anticipation. With his free hand, he began to undo his belt slowly, your mouth already watering just at the sound of clinking metal. When he finally freed himself, his dick was already hard, thick and flushed with precome glistening at the tip. Lindsey moved behind you, gathering your hair into a loose fist. She pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.
“Open up, sweetie,” she whispered.
You parted your lips, tongue already out, and Gerard fed himself into your mouth inch by inch. The weight of him on your tongue made you moan desperately, the sound muffled.
”That’s it,” Lindsey praised, guiding your head forward gently. “You know how he likes it. Take Daddy all the way down.”
Gerard exhaled a shaky breath as the head of his cock bumped the back of your throat. You gagged softly, eyes watering, but you didn’t pull back. You breathed through your nose like they’d taught you, relaxing your throat.
“Fuck,” he groaned, hips twitching. “Just like that, honey.”
Lindsey’s grip tightened in your hair, controlling the pace. She went slow at first, letting you adjust.
Gerard groaned as you swallowed around him, the sound ragged. His hips flexed, shallowly thrusting. It seated him deeper and tears slipped down your cheeks.
“That’s it,” he rasped, thumb brushing the tears away tenderly.
Lindsey leant over your shoulder, watching your lips stretch around him with a satisfied smile. “Deeper, sweetheart,” she coaxed, pressing you forward until your nose brushed the dark thatch of hair at his base.
You swallowed around him again, throat fluttering around his length. Lindsey let you pull back just enough to breathe, then guided you down again, setting a slow relentless rhythm. Saliva dripped down your chin and onto your bare breasts.
Gerard’s hand joined hers in your hair, both of them controlling your pace now, using your mouth in perfect sync. His head tipped back, throat working in a silent moan, and Lindsey’s voice was a dark purr in your ear.
”You’re going to make Daddy come down this pretty throat,” she said, “Would you like that?”
You could only whine around Gerard’s cock, the sound muffled and desperate, and they both laughed at you.
Gerard’s grip tightened in your hair, hips stuttering once, then twice, before he buried himself deep and came with a low, broken moan. Heat flooded your throat in thick pulses, salty and overwhelming. He held you there, nose pressed to his pelvis, making sure you took every drop.
Lindsey’s fingers stroked your throat, feeling the muscles work. “Good girl,” she crooned as tears streaked down your cheeks. Gerard pulled out slowly, dragging his dick across your swollen bottom lip and smearing the last of his cum there. You gasped for air, coughing once, but Lindsey was already lifting your chin up and pulling your mouth open.
You opened your mouth the rest of the way obediently, showing them that you’d swallowed it all.
Lindsey smiled, rising in one motion. She stepped out of her soaked thong and kicked it aside, the corset bra still staying on. She climbed on the bed and reclined against the pillows, legs falling open.
”C’mere, sweetheart,” she said, patting the mattress between your thighs. “It’s my turn now.”
You crawled forward on shaky knees, throat a little sore. Lindsey guided your head down with gentle fingers in your hair until your mouth hovered over her glistening cunt.
“Slow,” she ordered softly.
You saw Gerard rummage in the nightstand drawer behind you, but you barely noticed. You leaned in, tongue flicking out tentatively at first, lapping at her clit in slow circles.
She moaned softly, fingers threading into your hair to guide you deeper.
Just as you found a rhythm, burying your tongue inside her, you felt the mattress shift behind you and Gerard coaxing your knees wider. Something cool pressed against your clit— a sleek vibrator, humming on a low setting. You jolted, moaning against Lindsey’s cunt.
He circled the toy slowly, teasing your entrance before dragging it back up to your clit, never letting it linger long enough to build you up properly. “Keep going,” Gerard said, his voice still rough from his own release. “Don’t stop just because I’m playing with you.”
You tried, but the edging was relentless. He’d ramp up the speed until you were shaking, hips bucking back toward him, then pull it away entirely, leaving you throbbing and empty. Minutes blurred into what felt like hours, your tongue aching as you sucked and licked through Lindsey’s orgasm. She came with a sharp cry, thighs clamping around your head, but Gerard still didn’t let up.
Lindsey petted your hair as she came down, cooing softly at you. Tears were streaming down your face again, mixing with her wetness on your chin. “Please,” you begged, pulling back just enough to gasp the words against her thigh. ”Daddy, please— I can’t— I need to come, please let me—“
Gerard’s free hand stroked your back, almost soothing, but the vibrator dipped inside of you shallowly. “Not up to me, sugar,” he said, a hint of amusement in his tone. You’d noticed it before; the way he deferred to her, even in the heat of things. Lindsey called the shots, she was the one who decided when and how. “Ask Mommy nicely,”
You whimpered, turning your tear-streaked gaze up to Lindsey. She was watching you with that predatory smile, chest heaving from her own pleasure. “Mommy, please,” you cried. “I’ve been good, I’ll do anything, just let me come—“
She reached down, wiping a tear from your cheek with her thumb. “Soon, sweetheart,” she said firmly, though her eyes softened just a fraction. “You’ve gotta wait a little longer. Be patient for us.”
A fresh sob escaped your throat, but you nodded, knowing better than to argue. Gerard pressed a kiss to your shoulder, murmuring, “Good girl,” before handing you the vibrator. “Hold this right on your clit, okay? Keep it on low. You know what happens if you come without permission, honey.”
Your hand shook as you took it, pressing the buzzing tip to your oversensitive bundle of nerves. The sensation was torturous; enough to keep you on a razor’s edge, but not enough to make you come. You bit your lip hard, watching as Lindsey pulled Gerard down beside her on the bed. She rolled toward him, capturing his mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. Her hand fisted in his hair, tugging his head back to expose his throat, which she nipped at possessively. Gerard groaned, hands roaming her body, but it was clear who was in charge. She straddled his waist, grinding down against him slowly. He followed her lead, hips rolling up to meet hers shallowly
You lay there, vibrator going endlessly against you. You were relegated to nothing more than an audience. Lindsey’s moans were for him now as she unbuttoned his dress shirt.
You watched as her delved her tongue into Gerard’s mouth, her hand sliding down his chest to palm. him through his pants. She took her time, wrapping her fingers along his already hardening length. She stroked him firmly, base to tip, her movements syncing with the lazy roll of her hips against his thigh. Gerard groaned into the kiss, his hand cupping her breast.
Tears kept falling, your body trembling with the effort not to come. You whined softly, but they heard anyway. Lindsey broke the kiss, glancing over you with a wicked grin, her lips swollen.
“She’s been so good, hasn't she?” Lindsey murmured, her voice husky. “So patient. I think our girl deserves a reward.”
Gerard nodded, eyes flicking to you with a heated gaze. “Yeah,” he agreed, voice rough. “She’s earned it.”
Lindsey shifted, gently taking the vibrator from your trembling hand and switching it off. “Relax, sweetheart,” she sighed, guiding you higher up onto the bed. Gerard moved behind you, shedding the last of his clothes, while Lindsey positioned herself against the headboard, legs spread wide once again.
Gerard pressed against your back, his hard cock sliding in between your thighs, teasing at your slick entrance. “You ready, honey?” He whispered, nipping at your earlobe.
You nodded frantically, but Lindsey cupped your chin, tilting your face to hers. “Use your words,” she reminded softly.
”Yes, Daddy, please,” you begged, voice hoarse from all of your crying and pleading.
He entered you in one smooth thrust, filling you so completely, and you cried out at the stretch after so much teasing, feeling so completely filled. Gerard set a steady rhythm, hands on your hips as he fucked into you from behind, each snap of his hips pushing you forward toward Lindsey.
She threaded her fingers through your hair again, guiding your head back down between her thighs. “Don’t forget about Mommy,” she purred. “Make me come again.”
You tried, you really did. Your tongue lapped gingerly at her folds, tasting her arousal, but it was impossible to focus with Gerard’s dick dragging against your walls perfectly, hitting deep with every thrust, and the world narrowed to that overwhelming pleasure building in your core.
Your eyes began to roll back in your head as Gerard hit your spot over and over. The overwhelming pleasure had you barely concerned with Lindsey which was something she quickly picked up on when you stopped to rest your cheek against her thigh. She tugged on your hair, smirking at the whine it pulled from your lips.
”What’s the matter, huh?” She taunted lightly. “Is Daddy fucking all of the thoughts out of your pretty head?”
You nodded in reply, squeaking as Gerard’s hand slipped between your thighs and circled your clit.
“Use your words, sweetie,”she coaxed gently, her grip on your hair loosening. She pet your head, and while it should’ve made you feel mocked, you leant into her touch instead.
You whimpered, feeling your orgasm approach fast. “Mommy…”
”What is it, sweetheart?” Lindsey cooed.
”I’m gonna cum— Mommy, please.” Your voice shook, your skin flushing against her skin.
She tutted, shifting her attention to Gerard. “Are you close, love?”
It seemed that Gerard had began to fuck you harder from the mere sound of Lindsey’s voice, his hands moving to grasp your hips tightly. “Mhm,”
”Yeah? You wanna cum inside of her?”
Gerard groaned, his pace turning punishing, each thrust sending sparks through you. “Fuck, yes— want to fill her up.” He rasped, fingers digging into your flesh.
Lindsey’s eyes sparkled with approval, her hand stroking our cheek. “Then do it, love. Give our girl what she needs.” She leaned down, voice dropping just for you. “You can come when Daddy does, you got it?”
You sobbed in relief and desperation, clenching around him as he drove deeper, his breaths coming in harsh pants. Gerard’s hand came back to your clit, matching his thrusts. The coil in your belly snapped just as he buried himself to the hilt with a guttural moan, spilling hot inside you. Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, vision whiting out as you trembled between them, soaking Gerard’s thighs. Your vision whited out as you trembled between them.
You gasped as you came down. Lindsey pulled you into her arms, Gerard collapsing beside you both. She murmured some sort of praise your mind was too faraway to hear, her voice low and soothing.
You floated there for a while, sandwiched between them, your body heavy and boneless. Sweat cooled on your skin, and a pleasant ache settled between your thighs. Lindsey’s arms stayed wrapped around you, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along your spine, while Gerard’s hand rested on your hip, thumb stroking you skin softly.
”Shh, easy,” Lindsey whispered when a little whine ran through you. She pressed a kiss to your temple. “You did so well for us, sweetheart.”
Gerard hummed in agreement, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you both. His hazel eyes were warm, the intensity from earlier gone. “How’re you feeling, honey? Need anything?”
You blinked up at him, words slow to form through the haze in your brain. “‘M’okay,” you mumbled, trying to curl up in Lindsey’s arms. She gently pried you off of her, laughing fondly when you whined, placing you against Gerard’s chest. His skin was warm and a little sweaty.
”I’m just grabbing you some water,” Lindsey shushed.
Gerard pulled you closer, pressing a kiss just under your ear. “She’s coming right back, honey. Let’s get you sat up a little,”
You whimpered slightly as he helped prop you against the pillows, careful and unhurried, his touch feather-light against your oversensitive skin. Lindsey returned moments later with a glass of cool water and a soft, fleece blanket from the chair in the corner. She draped the blanket over your legs first, then handed you the glass, your hands shaking a little.
“Drink slow,” she murmured, settling back in beside you. Her hand rubbed soothing circles on your thigh over the blanket. “You need to hydrate after that,”
You sipped obediently, the water making you feel better with every swallow. Gerard watched with a fond smile, then reached for a wipe from the nightstand drawer, scented with something calming, like lavender. “Arms up, honey,” he said softly.
You complied, letting him gently clean between your legs. He was tender as the two of them murmured praise, bits and pieces you hardly caught besides “so beautiful” and “our good girl”.
When they were done, Lindsey tucked the blanket around all three of you, pulling you in the middle so you were cocooned between them. Gerard’s arm slung over your waist again, his fingers lacing with Lindsey’s across your stomach. She nuzzled into your hair, inhaling deeply.
“Any sore sports? Anything we need to check?” Gerard asked. “Be honest, okay?”
You shook your head. The imprints from Gerard’s hands would probably leave faint marks in the morning, but it wasn’t anything serious.
“No… I’m just tired. In a good way,” You paused, then added, “Thank you guys for tonight.”
Lindsey’s lips curved against your forehead. “You don’t have to thank us, sweetheart.” She kissed you there softly. “Get some rest now. We’ve got you.”