CHAPTER 0027- Bad girl

Elias didn’t raise his voice.

He just stood there in the doorway looking at us on the couch, the forgotten file hanging from his fingers. The silence stretched until it felt like it might snap.

Then he set the file down on the side table and shut the living room door behind him.

“You’ve been bad,” he said quietly, eyes locked on me. “Bringing your ex into my house while I’m gone.”

Jake started to stand. “Look, man, we were just—”

“Sit down.” Elias’s voice stayed low, but something in it made Jake freeze and lower himself back onto the cushion. Elias’s gaze never left me. “You wanted attention. You got it. Now you’re going to take what comes with it.”

My mouth was dry. “Elias—”

“Clothes off. Both of you.”

Jake looked at me, uncertain. I should have stopped it. Should have told Elias to get out. Instead I stood on unsteady legs and pulled my shirt over my head. Jake hesitated only a second longer before following. When we were both naked Elias walked closer, eyes moving over me with a dark, possessive heat.

“On your knees,” he told me. “Between his legs.”

I dropped down onto the rug in front of Jake. His cock was already half-hard from the tension. I wrapped my hand around him and stroked once. He exhaled sharply. Elias moved to the side of the couch where he could see everything, unzipped his own pants, and pulled his cock out. He was fully hard already. He started stroking himself slowly while he watched.

“Suck him,” Elias ordered. “Properly. I want to see how you look with another man’s cock in your mouth.”

I leaned in and took Jake into my mouth. He groaned, one hand hovering near my hair like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch. Elias answered for him.

“You can touch her. Just don’t forget who’s in charge.”

Jake’s fingers slid into my hair as I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, letting spit run down his shaft. The wet sounds filled the quiet room. Elias stroked himself in the same rhythm, eyes heavy.

“Enough,” he said after a minute. “On the couch. Back flat. Legs open.”

I obeyed. Jake looked between us, breathing hard. Elias nodded at him.

“Eat her. Make her come. I want to watch.”

Jake didn’t need more encouragement. He dropped between my thighs and dragged his tongue through my folds, already slick with arousal. The first real contact made my hips jerk. He licked me slow at first, then deeper, sucking on my clit while two fingers pushed inside. I moaned and Elias’s hand tightened around his own cock.

“That’s it,” Elias muttered. “Let him taste how wet you get when you’re being punished.”

Jake worked me with focused, hungry strokes of his tongue. The pressure built fast. I came with a broken sound, thighs clamping around his head, fingers twisted in the couch cushion. He kept licking me through it until I was twitching.

Elias’s voice cut through the haze. “Fuck her. Slow at first. I want to see every inch go in.”

Jake rose up, wiped his mouth, and positioned himself between my legs. The head of his cock nudged against me. He pushed in with a low groan, filling me in one steady slide. Different from Elias — not better, just different — and the wrongness of it under Elias’s eyes made my stomach flip.

“Jesus, Riley,” Jake breathed.

Elias stroked himself faster, watching Jake’s cock disappear inside me over and over. “Harder. She can take it.”

Jake started thrusting properly, gripping my thighs, the wet sound of our bodies meeting loud in the room. I moaned with every stroke. Elias stepped closer, cock still in his hand, and tapped the head against my lips.

“Open.”

I opened my mouth. He slid his cock across my tongue while Jake fucked me, the dual sensation almost too much. Elias didn’t thrust deep at first — just let me suck the head while he watched Jake’s hips snap against me.

“Switch,” Elias said after a while, voice rough. “On your hands and knees. Face me.”

Jake pulled out. I scrambled onto all fours on the couch, ass toward Jake, mouth level with Elias’s cock. Jake gripped my hips and pushed back inside from behind in one thrust. The new angle punched a moan out of me. Elias took advantage, sliding his cock deeper into my mouth until I gagged slightly around him.

“That’s my girl,” Elias muttered, one hand in my hair. “Taking both of us. Getting fucked by your ex while you choke on Daddy’s cock.”

Jake fucked me harder from behind, the force of it pushing me forward onto Elias. I braced one hand on Elias’s thigh and took as much of him as I could, spit running down my chin. The room filled with wet, filthy sounds — skin on skin, my muffled moans, the slick glide of Elias’s cock between my lips.

“She’s so tight,” Jake panted.

“I know,” Elias said. “Use her. She earned this.”

Jake’s rhythm got rougher. Elias matched it with shallow thrusts into my mouth. I came again with both of them inside me, shaking, moaning around Elias’s cock. The orgasm made me clench hard around Jake and he cursed, hips stuttering.

“Don’t come in her,” Elias ordered. “Pull out.”

Jake obeyed with a strained sound, pulling free. Elias stepped back, cock shiny with my spit, and nodded at the couch.

“On your back again. Legs up.”

I flipped over, breathing hard. Jake sank back into me immediately, folding me almost in half. Elias straddled my chest, knees bracketing my ribs, and guided his cock back into my mouth. From this angle he could control the depth better. He fucked my throat in short, careful strokes while Jake pounded into me below.

The intensity blurred everything. I was nothing but sensation — stretched full, used, watched. Elias’s voice stayed low and dirty the whole time, telling me how I looked, how wet I was, how this was what happened when I tried to play games in his house.

Jake came first with a broken groan, pulling out at the last second and finishing across my stomach. Elias followed soon after, pulling from my mouth and stroking himself through his orgasm, thick ropes of cum striping my chest and neck.

For a long moment the only sound was the three of us trying to breathe.

Elias was the first to move. He stood, tucked himself away, and looked down at me — messy, marked, still spread open on his couch with another man’s cum on my skin.

“Clean her up,” he told Jake quietly. “Then get dressed and get out.”

Jake didn’t argue. He found his clothes in silence while I stayed where I was, too wrecked to move. Elias watched until Jake was gone and the front door closed behind him.

Then he looked at me again.

“You’re still bad,” he said. But there was no real heat left in it. Just possession. “And you’re still mine.”

He left me there on the couch, the evidence of what we’d done cooling on my skin, the house quiet once more.