LOVE IN CROSSFIRE

THE FALL

Maybe the voice that told me that this was actually sin, was right. My brain couldn't process seeing two other men in my client's house.

They both looked up at me, grinned to comfortably, would one of them whistled low. “Hey, beautiful. Cal's got you for the night.”

I froze. Cal walked in behind me, and as if he sensed my disappointment, he said, “Don't worry, they'll be out doing their business.”

The taller one got up and extended a hand, “I'm Nolan,” he gestured to the other one who had the crazy grin of a troublemaker, “That is Michael.”

I nodded. “Aurora.” I heard myself say. It was unusual for me to give out my real name in places like this, but I'd done it anyway.

Cal tugged at my hands again, leading me through the hallway. His grip was soft and firm. His gentleness scared me more.

I couldn't describe the feelings. I was dying to satisfy my demons because they were eating me up, but I didn't want to do these things too. It was my body struggling with my mind, and maybe my body did win.

Halfway to the room, I stopped. My chest was hammering hard, and my demons were louder this time. My demons were taking over, and I couldn't help it. I heard myself say recklessly, “They can join us, if they want to. I won't stop it”

The room went quiet, thier eyes were on me and I saw the shock written on their faces.

The one I suspected to be a troublemaker, Michael, was the first to nirst out laughing, “Are you being serious? You don't look like a girl that can handle one man, let alone three.”

It stung. It was true, I'd never handled two men before, let alone three. But my demons knew how to use every situation to its advantage.

I smirked, “You will be surprised.”

The bedroom door shut behind us. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I walked to the bed. Part of me didn't want this at all, bit part of me wanted to tell them I was burning with need.

Michael stripped first, he was unashamed, bold and bare. My throat went dry.

Nolan chuckled, shaking his head. Maybe he pitied me already. While Cal sat on a sofa, with his legs crossed. He was looking at me as if he was trying to figure out some kind of puzzle.

Michael came closer to me, and saliva stuck in my throat. I heard Cal say softly, “Are you sure if this, Aurora?”

I swallowed hard and nodded. I could feel my demons crave this so badly. I could feel the fragile part of me that still cares about dignity telling me how this will forever be undone.

I took my heels off, my toes were already crying. I wanted to take my dress off, but I decided to leave it on. I liked it when Bastian took my clothes off and f**ked me at his own pace. I missed it. But at that point, I just wanted to satisfy my cravings and make my money.

Michael was stroking his d**k already and it was getting harder and harder. He held my chin with one hand and took his d**k with the other hand. He put it right into my mouth. It was blow job o'clock.

He thrusted himself into my mouth and I sucked as hard as I could. My throat gagged, I could barely breath. I knew I couldn't stop even though I wished it could, because stopping meant facing the hollowness inside of me.

“Damn it! She's good.” Nolan said.

Nolan got up and came to the bed. He took off by zip, and I struggled to help him take off my dress without taking off Michael's d**k from my mouth.

I was still sucking on Michael, when I felt Nolan's slid my pants, it sent chills down my spine. Then he inserted one finger in… I almost lost it. I moan so hard, that I almost took out Michael's d**k out of my mouth. But he wouldn't let go of my head.

I felt pain, pleasure and shame slap me in the face at the same time.

My neck was hurting but it didn't look like this guys could feel my pain at all, neither could my demons.

Cal had not moved an inch all the while. He just sat by the sofa watching.

By the time Nolan pressed into me, I almost lost it. Pleasure and hurt mixed inside of me. I moan so hard. I hated myself at that point, but I kept moaning while following the rhythm of the thrust.

Nolan paused for a moment to speak to Cal, “Damn, bro… aren't you taking your turn, Cal?” He asked.

It was then that I realized that Cal just sat on the couch quietly. He wasn't saying anything.

“Nahh… I'll get in when I want. I've had my first c*m already by watching.” He replied.

Michael groaned above me, gripping my hair tighter. Nolan's pace grew faster and harder. My body ached, I wanted them to stop but my demons still craved satisfaction.

At some point, I couldn't take it again. My body ached, and my chest was hammering harder. For a fleeting second, the cravings were gone.

When Nolan pulled away and Michael let me go, I collapsed on the bed and couldn't move.

“She's a beast.” Michael said with a grin.

“I guess she's done for the night.” Nolan muttered, still breathing heavily.

At that point, the pleasure was gone. All I could feel was shame and pain. This was why I called my addiction and cravings — My Demons. Each time I got to satisfy them, they left me. I was satisfied, and I could feel every pain. My mouth was swelling from the head I had given to Michael, and in between my legs was burning. I only felt the actual pains when my demons left me.

“That's enough, guys,” Cal said.

I could swear that I swallowed a lot of c*m from Michael.

Michael and Nolan left the room. Nolan said before leaving, "Don't kill her, Cal.”

Just Cal and I were left in the room. He got up from the couch and knelt right beside me. He took my chin, but I turned away when he leaned closer.

“No… no kissing.” I muttered. “I don't do kisses.”

His lips curved, in a slight smile. “No one said anything about kisses, my lady.”

My body was tired, but I couldn't tell him that. I'd told him I wanted to take the three of them, and I had to get it done.

“You smell like sweat and cum.” He said.

“I know.” I said softly.

He held me up, supporting my back with his arm. “No doggy. I'll pass out.”

He nodded, then started touching slowly. He touched in a way that could have you wanting more.

He was better than Michael and Nolan, he wanted me to feel every pleasure and satisfaction as much as he wanted to. When he finally entered me, it was slow and deliberate. I was moaning in both pain and pleasure.

At that point, the pain became more than the pleasure because my demons were gone. I was praying so hard that he should release me faster. And if there is a God who actually hears prayers, he did hear me this time. It's safe to say that Cal was a one minute man.

When the last release took me, I didn't moan. I just lay there in silence.

I woke up hours later to an empty bed and an empty house. I could barely stand, I was still weak. The clock on the wall read seven am.

What the hell?