Dungeon Crawl, page 3
When she emerged, my breath caught. She’d refreshed her makeup and pulled her hair into braids, which looked super adorable and tugable. The neckline of her top dipped low enough to show off generous cleavage, and the fabric should have been thin enough to show the outlines of a bra, but there wasn’t such an outline.
My mouth was instantly dry. Yes, this was how Fallyn dressed on camera, but seeing her in person this way, knowing this person was attached to the mind I’d been talking to for months…
“Wow.” My exclamation slipped out.
Pink dotted her cheeks, and she ducked her head.
Elliot rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to watch this. Keep King company.” He handed me the puppy.
Watching someone stream in real time, being in the same room with them, was always odd. Fallyn wasn’t talking to me, but with me here, she was focused on me. And she really was gorgeous in person. Possibly as uncomfortable with words as I was, but still cute.
While she talked, I absentmindedly entertained King. She ran through what people could expect from her trip, how excited she was to be here, and managed to leave out all the details about us, about her being here with us, or anything that indicated she was anything other than an internet persona who existed in a bubble with no one else touching her.
Was it disconcerting for her to portray that kind of front?
King yipped and jumped from my arms before I could stop him. Fallyn looked up, startled, as he ran up to her on camera, climbed up her leg, and jumped onto the table.
And now Elliot’s new puppy was on Fallyn’s livestream. Oops.
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fallyn
I had a puppy climbing all over me. Running from one shoulder to the other. Hiding in my hair. I was laughing in spite of myself. I found my voice long enough to tell the camera that I’d have more from RinCon for them in the next few days and that my scheduled videos would go live before then, then I signed off.
Speaking of, I needed to update one of those videos to take out a reference or two to AcesPlayed, and I could clip this video at the end, before the puppy showed up, too. Normally I wouldn’t edit my content for any reason, but if I was staying with Elliot… I should really trim some things out.
When I was sure the camera was off and the stream was over, I plucked King from my lap and held him in front of my face. “You’re a little troublemaker, aren’t you?”
He stared back with the most unbelievable who me in the history of who mes, and barked. He squirmed free of my grasp and bounded away toward Elliot.
“I think your dog is part cat,” I teased.
Elliot scowled, but there was a smile underneath. “The mean lady didn’t mean that. Don’t listen to her.” He scooped the dog up, and wrinkled his nose. “You kind of stink.”
“You did find him in the dirt and bushes,” Link said.
I couldn’t believe this giant wall of muscle was the sweetheart I’d spent hours talking to online. Until he opened his mouth, anyway. He looked like he could pick me up and carry me on his shoulder, or cradle me in his arms, and never so much as disturb a hair on my head while doing it.
Sharp contrast to Elliot, who was examining King. “I think we need to give him a bath.”
I’d had dogs growing up. It hurt too much to lose them, so I didn’t anymore, but I had so many good memories of our doggos. The ones of bathing them were hit and miss. “Have you ever had a dog? Have you ever given a dog a bath?”
“That’s what the groomers were for.” Elliot frowned. “But how hard can it be? Hell, I bet there are hundreds of videos on it. And a lot of dogs like water.”
“And just as many don’t. Come on, boys. You too, King. We need a bathroom you don’t care about getting dirty, towels you don’t care about getting stained, and someone guarding the door while the other two of us hold the puppy down and wash him.”
Elliot looked at me, brows raised. “Did you just give me orders in my house?”
“I did. You can get me back in the bedroom.” I snapped my jaw shut. What in the what? I must’ve forgotten to put Online Fallyn away. I wouldn’t apologize. I wouldn’t apologize.
I ducked my head. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” The way Elliot dragged his gaze over me was heat personified. “Follow me.”
Somebody had flipped the switch on the asshole who closed his door in my face earlier. This man was more like the Puff I talked to online. Still in command, but with a layer of sticky caramel over his prickly pear attitude.
We gathered the supplies and Elliot led us to the same bathroom I’d changed in earlier. It was probably just a generic guest bathroom, based on its location, but was still bigger than any I’d ever had.
Link guarded the door, Elliot promised me he had a good grip on King, and turned on the water. I made sure it was a good temperature over the drain, taking care not to get any on the dog. He didn’t seem to mind the noise, and was just happy to have Elliot giving him attention.
“All right, little guy. Let’s do this.” I got a little bit of water in a cup, and poured it over King’s back.
He yelped and wriggled free from Elliot’s grasp.
“Grab him,” I shouted.
King wasn’t having any of that. He tore around the bathroom, leaving more water behind than stuck to his fur.
Link finally managed to scoop him up, and hand him back.
“Hold him tighter this time,” I said.
Elliot looked me over, and an unexpected wave of desire flooded me. “Why am I the only one who’s wet?” he asked.
“Maybe you’re off your game.” My teasing retort slipped out before I could filter it. Did that come out right? Did I even want to say that?
The corner of his mouth tugged up, and his smirk was both a threat and a promise. “Are you looking for a dirty response? Something filthy?”
Enough of my online persona was still near the surface that I grabbed a retort and swept hesitation aside. “A girl starts to have expectations…”
Elliot nodded.
What was he thinking? Dude had a scary poker face.
In a blink, he scooped up some water in his cupped hands, and splashed me with it.
I squealed in surprise, and looked down to see the water had made my top nearly see through, I’d left my bra off to tease the camera. “Oh, you asshole.” I wasn’t mad. Couldn’t even muster a hint of it in my voice.
And the way he looked me over made desire pulse between my thighs.
“We have a puppy to wash,” Elliot said.
Except as the bath went on, as much water got on both of us, and somehow on Link halfway across the room, as did on the dog and in the tub.
King seemed to be here for the fun, based on his yipping and jumping.
I didn’t blame him.
Half an hour later, everyone—everything—in the room was half drenched. But King was clean, and Elliot had him wrapped in a towel, and cradled him. “I think the little bastard is falling asleep.”
“I think he loves his Daddy.” Link sounded adoring.
Too. Sweet. This was like what a Normal Rockwell painting should look like. Heartfelt, with an underlying hint of someone’s going to get laid tonight if they’re lucky.
Was it wrong that I wanted it to be me? After this roller coaster of a day, when I wasn’t even sure how these men felt about me being here in person?
“We need to change,” Elliot said.
I was about to push my luck a notch further. Please let this pay off. We were having fun, so it should be okay, right? “If I say no, then what?”
Elliot raised an eyebrow. Did he practice that in front of a mirror? “Then I’ll make you.”
“You’ll make me change out of my wet clothes?”
“Do you really want to do this?” Elliot’s question sounded sincere, rather than irritated.
“It’s part of the reason I’m here.”
Link made a noise that was half sigh, half quiet groan.
That was sexy, and it tied to so many memories of the things we’d talked about doing, when we chatted.
Elliot remained stoic. “If we do it, then there are rules.”
“Like what?” There were rules in game—so many rules—around consent, reporting unwelcome advances, and with these two, talking through what we all wanted from an evening. I’d never had that face to face before, and it was reassuring.
“Like, this is only physical. No falling in love, or any of that bullshit,” Elliot said. “And you can stop any time. Any of us can. But know that unless you do, I’m going to take, but I give just as good.”
Holy shit, he was taking this seriously. Hot.
“And if you have any hard limits you know of that you haven’t mentioned before, now’s the time to mention them,” Link added.
We’d discussed so much, I was pretty sure the important stuff was out there. Oh, except, “No water sports.” That was the tactful way to put that, right?
Link cleared his throat and shot a pointed look at my soaking wet top.
I twisted my mouth in amusement and disbelief. “Don’t spit or pee on me.”
“Protection?” Elliot asked.
I was super turned on by the thought of either of them coming on me. Inside me. Or both of them. One after another. At the same time. But there was some reality to consider. “Are you clean?” We’d had this conversation, but I wanted to see their answers face to face.
“Yes,” Elliot said.
Link nodded. “Yes.”
“Me too. Condoms for penetration. Don’t need them anywhere else.” I’d like to avoid something like a pregnancy scare if my birth control chose today to stop working.
“Fair.” Link was so compliant. But I know how their dynamic worked, and I figured he would be.
Elliot’s sign-on was the big one. “Agreed. We all in?”
Link and I nodded.
“Good.” Elliot pointed at me. “Grab her.”
Link knelt next to me and took my hands. When he gently placed his shoulder near my gut and stood, I yelped in surprise. He was caveman-carrying me into the bedroom. Fuck me I liked this.
In Elliot’s room, he set a mostly sleepy King in the corner, and joined us as Link put me on my feet.
“Out of the wet clothes.” There was no room for argument in Elliot’s tone.
I was going to do it anyway. “Make me.”
“Did you really just…?”
I shrugged. “We just said all in.”
With a nod, Elliot looked past me to Link. They didn’t exchange words, but his expression threatened to turn the water on my clothes to steam. From behind me and without warning, Link grabbed my wrists and held them tightly.
The spike in my chest was fear mixed with desire. I didn’t know these men. In fact, Nigel was probably the only person who really understood where I was.
But despite the rough start with Elliot when I arrived, I trusted that he and Link were the same people I’d been talking to online, and this was part of what we’d role played before. Technically, none of it was a new idea to us, but experiencing it in person was different… and delicious.
Elliot was rough when he shoved my shirt up, and the friction cranked my anticipation as much as having my bare breasts exposed so abruptly. Link only let go of me long enough to pull the top from my arms and toss it. The way Elliot looked me over when I was topless, Link’s fingers digging into my wrists…
Fuck, I was turned on. My pulse hammered in my ears. Adrenaline sped through my veins. This felt incredible and we’d only started.
Elliot undid the button on my jeans with the flick of a wrist, and yanked the zipper open with a sharp tug. He shoved my bottoms to the ground, leaving me naked and trapped.
“I notice I’m the only one who had to take off my wet clothes.” I was taunting him on purpose, but I kept my tone playful.
Elliot stepped closer, and I moved away instinctually. Except Link was behind me and I couldn’t go far. Elliot planted his foot between mine, and pressed his thigh to my mound. Lightly at first, but increasing the pressure quickly.
Oh. Oh, fuck. That felt so good. Wrong, but good. The harder he pushed, the more I wanted to grind in response.
He moved one hand to knead my breast, and rolled a nipple roughly between his fingers. As he upped the intensity both on my chest and between my legs, I couldn’t stop grinding against him.
I was desperate to get off, but this wasn’t enough. Orgasm fluttered just out of my reach, but if I humped his thigh harder, if he twisted a little harder, maybe…
Elliot pulled away abruptly, and the slick trail I’d left on his pants was obvious. “You’re right, I am wet. How about that?” He sounded nonchalant. “Kneel in the middle of the bed, and don’t move.”
“If I do move?” This was fun.
“I’ll assume you want to stop, and the night is over,” Elliot said.
Point taken. That was as effective as a threat could get. I did what I’d been commanded, and sat as still as possible, hands clasped in front of me.
When Elliot told Link to undress, and Link complied without question, that show was almost enough reward for my behaving.
Almost.
I’d never been with two men at once before, except the two of them online. I’d been in a few threesomes where there was another woman, but those were always awkward and tended to end with either a jealous boyfriend or him expecting both of us to get off solely on the idea of pleasing him.
Elliot and Link knew this. I’d told them the stories. So when a naked Elliot pulled a naked Link into a passionate kiss, like two men who were very much used to doing this with each other, my heart sank. The kiss didn’t last long, though.
“Tonight our guest comes first.” Elliot put some distance between him and Link, who nodded.
My skin was definitely on fire with need. Elliot pulled something from a dresser drawer, but I couldn’t tell what it was until he slipped the blindfold over my eyes.
This required so much trust. Did I have that? My heart hammered against my ribs.
Elliot placed his palm on my bare chest, over my heart. “Would you tell me if you wanted to stop?”
I nodded.
“Say it.”
“I’d tell you if I wanted to stop.” Forming the words cemented them in my head. That he required them made me feel like he valued them.
“Good.” The shift in Elliot’s tone from cool and controlling to thick with need was as tasty as the rest of this. “Because I fucking love that thump thump thump against my skin.”
I didn’t try to hide my whimper.
And then he was gone. His touch. His presence.
“Lay on your back.” Heat from his breath brushed the back of my neck.
I was past the point of arguing; this promised too much reward for me to be bratty now.
When he murmured, “Good girl,” did I almost come?
Damn straight.
The headphones he slipped over my ears cut me off from the rest of the world in the most disconcerting way. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t hear.
Sensory deprivation was another of the things we’d talked about online, and the fact that he’d been paying attention was another reason to be so incredibly turned on.
Someone grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. I already recognized the feel of Link’s hands on my skin, but cut off from two senses, I swore the feeling was amplified.
Nothing else happened. Time ticked away. Was this taking forever, or did it just feel like it?
No, they were definitely drawing the moment out. Would I hear them if there was discussion? Did they simply look at each other and know the best way to torture me in order to make me want this that much more?
A light brush on my lower legs made me jump, and the lightly teasing touch that slid higher up my skin didn’t calm me. Elliot reached my thighs and added his other hand to the mix to push my legs apart. He brushed along the sensitive flesh until I couldn’t help but gasp and squirm, both trying to get closer and pull away.
The weight of the bed shifted, and he was kneeling between my legs, but he continued to tease my thighs rather than move closer to the core of my need.
It was maddening not being able to see or hear. Even my own gasps were muffled.
The finger he drew along my pussy was a jolt racing through me, and I bucked my hips into his touch. This was almost more torture than if he’d gone for pain. He was brushing my skin. Finally parting my folds. Sliding along my slick slit, but not penetrating me. Not touching my clit.
I wanted to jerk closer to his touch, but would he pull away if I did?
The first penetration, when he slipped his fingers inside me, was like barely twisting the lid on a shaken bottle of soda. It made a difference, but it certainly didn’t relieve the pressure.
Elliot’s movements were deliberate and slow, and it didn’t take long before I was rocking in time with the pace he set. As with his leg between my thighs, this wasn’t going to get me off, but it felt really fucking good.
I only had so much patience, though. My please slipped out without my permission. I barely heard my own voice, and only inside my head, like I was trapped in a dream.
Elliot didn’t pause or change pace.
It wasn’t as though I’d hear him if he said anything.
“Please let me come?” I pushed the words out.
His hand fell away.
Was I wrong to ask? Did I need to beg?
I didn’t have time to consider it further when Elliot moved his touch to my clit to circle and stroke. Tiny zaps of need zinged through me, one after another, firing so rapidly I couldn’t register all of them. I was tumbling into the sensation because nothing else existed in this bubble.
When orgasm crashed over me, it was abrupt. Intense. All-consuming. And as I crested the peak of pleasure, Elliot thrust inside me.
His cock was a lot more satisfying than his fingers, and that first deep, fast penetration drew out my climax.
It seemed the time for restraint had passed on both our parts. He pushed my knees to my chest and fucked me hard and fast. There were no cues for me to tell how close he was, but the intensity had one orgasm blending into the next.
