I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, OR THEIR CHARACTERS.
Chapter Five:
I moaned, sleepily, as I felt lips kissing my neck. My eyes fluttered open and I took in my surroundings. It took me a moment to remember where I was. I was too tired to go home last night and stayed at Chris' place.
"Don't leave a mark there. I work later and Lydia would never let me live that down." I mumbled, still not entirely awake. Peter chuckled and stopped the light sucking.
"Does that mean that we can mark you in other places, sweetheart?" Chris asked. I just nodded, letting my eyes droop closed. I hissed, as I felt hot suction on my hip bones. I looked down to see them both marking me on each side. I squirmed under their ministrations.
"What time is it?" I gasped.
"Early," Peter breathed. I nodded and tried to get my libido under control.
"I need to able to walk later. If you keep that up, my legs are gonna be jelly." I whined.
"Kitten, would you rather ride us, so your legs get a thorough workout?" Peter purred. My voice caught and I gaped at them, as I processed what he said.
"I should go, before I do something I regret." I said, instead of answering his question. They pulled away to look away me. "I'm not ready to have sex with you, despite how very tempting it is. I don't want to go that fast. I barely know you. And it's damn hard to say no, while your mouths are doing that." I explained sheepishly. They both nodded, like they understood.
"That's perfectly fine, darling. I would just feel terrible, if I sent you on your way unsatisfied. Especially when Christopher hasn't had a chance to really taste you."
I panted and cursed, as I tried to will my brain to work. Chris had been very thorough. He got me off with his tongue. Twice.
I all but crawled away from him. I'm sexed out and we haven't even banged yet. How is that possible. The things they do with their tongues should be illegal.
"I should go home. I need a bath, where I won't get ravaged in." I panted.
"When you catch your breath, we'll take you home, baby. You're so good for us." Chris praised. I flushed with pride.
"Shall I make breakfast, darlings?" Peter offered. I gave him a nod and a grateful smile, before letting my eyes close.
We had an easy breakfast. I ate my eggs in silence, content with just their company. I was dressed in my jeans and once of Chris' sweaters. It was softer than sin and I had no intentions of returning it.
It didn't take us long to eat. Chris drove and I snuggled against Peter in the back seat. We kissed lazily and he ran guts fingers through my hair. I can't remember the last time I was this comfortable.
"Can we come see you tonight, sweetheart?" Chris asked, as he parked outside my house.
"If you tone it down," I replied. He smirked, but nodded, all the same. "I'd like that."
"So would we, baby." He agreed, as they got out of the car. Peter helped me to my feet, before they walked me to the door.
"Thank you for spending the night with us, darling. I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did." Peter pressed a gentle kiss to my mouth, after he finished thanking me.
"I did." I promised, after he pulled away.
"I'm glad you did, baby. Thank you for being so good for us. You're everything that we could hope to find and more. Such a perfect baby girl." Chris continued his praise. I blushed and wondered why the praise meant so much to me.
"You make it easy to be good for you." I breathed. Chris grinned, before giving me a filthy kiss. My head felt foggy, as I said goodbye. I was inside, before my thoughts began to clear.
I got it bad and I just met them. Heaven help me.
"I need all the details." Lydia announced, quietly, as we opened the bar together. I just blushed, before shaking my head.
"We didn't have sex, but I stayed with them last night. We fooled around some and I think I really like them." I admitted, gnawing on my bottom lip.
"I've never seen them this way about anyone. I'd be lying, if I said that I didn't envy you. Don't get me wrong, Jordan keeps me more than satisfied, but damn. What woman wouldn't want Chris and Peter all over them? You've been glowing and smiling all morning. I'd say you like them, at least a little." Lydia mused, with a smirk.
"I can't help it." I shrugged, as I blushed profusely.
"Is it too early for paying customers?" Peter asked, sauntering up to the bar.
"The door would have been locked, if it wasn't." Lydia teased. Peter just winked and sat down in the bar stool in front of me.
"She's going to kick you out and not let you come back one of these days, Peter." Chris said from behind him.
"That's true. I need to grab some things from the back, but I'm sure Bonnie can handle the two of you on her own." She told them.
"She can very, very well." Chris admitted with a wink. My blush deepened and I fought the urge to hide my face.
"We missed you, sweetheart." Peter purred, as he leaned over the bar to kiss me. I gave him a quick kiss, trying to keep the PDA at a minimum, since I was working.
"How are you feeling, kitten?" Chris asked, as I pulled away. I gave him a quick peck, before finishing wiping down the bar.
"I feel great." I breathed, with a smile.
"When can we see you again?" Chris pressed.
"Aren't you seeing me now?" I teased.
"There's that fire." Peter smirked. "I love it, just as much as when you're a good girl for us." I bit my lip and tried to ignore the effect his words had on me.
"Well, sweetheart?" Chris asked. I looked up at him and gulped. It feels like he looks right through me, with his piercing blue eyes. "You don't want to keep daddy waiting, do you?" My jaw dropped, as I heard his words. I needed to answer him, so I didn't drag on this conversation at work.
"Daddy?" I echoed, instead of answering the question that I needed to address.
"You like that, don't you darling? Look at her, Christopher. She's flushed. Her breathing is elevated." Peter observed. I closed my eyes and tried to focus.
"I work tonight, tomorrow, and Thursday, then I'm off." I replied, swallowing thickly.
"We can be free Friday, baby. Would you be willing to come away with us for a long weekend, if your schedule allows it?" Chris proposed.
"I'm off until Monday." I said, in a weak voice.
"Perfect. Will you come, sweetheart?" Peter asked. I nodded. He grinned. "We look forward to it. Can I have a kiss, before we get seated in the restaurant? We'll come back for a drink after dinner." He asked. I nodded, again. I came out from behind the bar and he wrapped me into a hug. "We aren't overwhelming you, are we?" He asked, pressing his lips to my ear. I shuddered.
"No, it was just unexpected." I whispered. I turned, so I could look up at him. There's something about him, about both of them, that makes me feel secure – safe. I'm beginning to crave it. I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his. He moved his mouth against mine and I pulled away, as I began to get lost in it. I like my job and I don't want to lose it.
"Thank you, sweetheart." Peter stroked the side of my face, before giving me a soft kiss and stepping away.
"You're welcome, daddy." I muttered, before turning my attention on Chris.
"Come here, baby." He commanded, softly. I walked over to him put my arms around him. His hands settled on my hips. "Will you call us, after you get home from work tonight?" He asked. I nodded. "Good girl." He commended, before placing his lips on mine. I hummed, happily, as he deepened our kiss.
"I'm at work." I sighed, as I pulled away. Chris had mischief twinkling in his eyes. "If I let you, you'll get me into trouble, both of you." I stepped away from him.
"We'll be back, baby." He promised. I nodded. "One more for the road?" He tried. I laughed, but obliged. I let him give me one more chaste kiss.
"Go on, daddy."
"She's perfect, Christopher." Peter mused, as they walked away.
"Daddy?" I jumped, as Lydia asked from behind me.
"It's new. Like, just now, new."
"Kinky."