The hotel suite smelled of sweat, wine, and something richer, something unmistakable. The city lights flickered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting sharp shadows over the king-sized bed where she lounged.
Vivienne.
Draped in nothing but a black silk robe, parted just enough to reveal her bare thighs, she reclined against the pillows, watching the two men kneeling before her. They were shirtless, muscles tense, their chests rising and falling with uneven breath. The anticipation in the air was thick, tangible, suffocating.
She dragged a manicured nail down her own stomach, smearing the red stain that had already begun to dry against her skin. Their eyes followed the motion hungrily.
“You look so fucking pathetic like this,” Vivienne murmured, her lips curling into a smirk. “Two desperate little sluts, waiting to lick up my mess.”
The words made Luca’s cock twitch where he knelt, hands resting on his thighs, his skin flushed, his breath coming in short, shallow pants. He was already half-hard just from watching her, from smelling her. Beside him, Eli clenched his fists against his thighs, his head bowed, the tension rolling off him in waves.
Vivienne exhaled a slow, amused sigh. “Are you going to sit there all night, or are you going to worship me properly?”
The men moved at once.
Luca dove forward first, his lips parting as he pressed them to the inside of her thigh, tongue flicking against the dark streaks of blood that painted her skin. Eli followed a second later, his mouth latching onto her other leg, sucking, licking, moaning low in his throat as the taste of her filled his mouth.
Vivienne tangled her fingers in Luca’s hair, gripping tightly as she dragged his face higher. “That’s it. Drink me. Get fucking filthy for me.”
The room filled with the wet sounds of their tongues, the muffled whimpers of two men reduced to nothing more than obedient pets. Their mouths moved hungrily, desperate for every drop, for every inch of her. The mess was everywhere now, streaked across their chests, smeared over their lips, dripping down their chins.
Vivienne let out a pleased hum, reaching down to smear her fingers along Eli’s cheek, dragging the red stain across his jaw. “Look at you,” she whispered. “Fucking ruined. And you love it, don’t you?”
Eli groaned against her skin, his hips shifting slightly where he knelt. Luca wasn’t any better, his cock straining painfully against the fabric of his pants, his breath ragged as he swallowed down the metallic heat of her.
Vivienne tilted her head, studying them with lazy amusement. “I want to see you both play with yourselves. Right here. Right now. Still covered in me.”
The command hit like a shockwave.
Luca sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers twitching where they rested on his thighs. Eli’s entire body tensed. They hesitated for only a second before their hands moved, sliding down, undoing belts, zippers, shoving pants and briefs out of the way until their aching cocks were freed.
Vivienne’s smirk widened as they both gripped themselves, slick fingers stroking over hard, flushed flesh. “That’s it. Stroke those cocks for me. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
They obeyed instantly.
Fingers slick, movements desperate, they worked themselves in tandem, moaning, panting, never breaking eye contact with her. Their cocks were thick, red-tipped, dripping, and they were both filthy, smeared in her, stained by her.
Vivienne leaned back against the pillows, exhaling a contented sigh. “You’re going to come for me like this. Covered in my blood, like the filthy little fucktoys you are.”
Eli let out a broken whimper, his strokes growing more frantic. Luca’s hips jerked into his own grip, his lips still parted, wet with the taste of her.
“Such fucking good boys,” Vivienne purred. “Come for me. Make a fucking mess.”
And they did.
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