Limits
Michael Taylor x OC
Chapter Seventeen
Word Count: 3837
Warnings:
I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. READ THE FULL WARNING.
DOM/SUB dynamics, punishment (spanking), ripping of clothing, use of sex toys, restraints, slight objectification of female character, use of a mirror, MMF threesome, squirting, boys kissing boys (happy pride month!), three way kissing. Over 3K words of pure smut. This might be the nastiest thing that I have written so far. See you all in hell.
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I pulled on a large oversized sweatshirt to cover my frame as fast as I could as I made the way to the door. “I’m coming! Just hold on!” I barked. I opened the door and there stood Noah. I panicked and went out to the hallway, making sure the security bar was out so that I could get back in. It was hardly nine in the morning, and I was already irritated.
“Noah, what are you doing here?”
“I told you I was going to come by today.”
“No,” I furrowed by brows as I stared up at him. “You said that we would talk. Not that you would come over, unannounced and uninvited.”
“I think you, Michael, and I need to talk.” His voice was calm and collected as he leaned against the doorframe staring down at me, his eyes lingering at the hem of the shirt that sat high on my thighs.
I raised my eyebrows. “Talk? You expect him to talk to you after everything that happened last night?”
“I figured it would help.” He smiled.
“You figured wrong.” I stepped back into the apartment, anger in my veins as Noah followed me inside. “Whatever, it’s your life,” I snapped.
“Betty, what’s going on?” I heard Michael groan from the bedroom. I sighed and grabbed a gatorade from the fridge. I walked to the bedroom, closing the door behind me.
“Sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to wake you. Here,” I handed him the bottle, “for the hangover.”
“Thanks. Who were you talking to?”
“Uh,” I scrunched up my face, “we have an uninvited guest.”
“It’s not Chrissy, is it?” He scrunched up his face, still feeling disgusted with himself.
“No! God no. If it was, you would have to help me clean a crime scene though. It’s kinda worse than that.”
“So it’s Noah,” he stated.
“Uh,” I clenched my eyes shut, “yeah.” I squeaked.
Michael shot out of bed and was about to storm out there. “Michael, at least put some pants on!” I laughed.
He groaned and pulled on the shortest shorts he had, bright orange and hung low on his hips. “Better?”
I stared at him, amused that he was going to tell Noah off, but also amused that he was going to do so with nothing else on but those shorts. “Yeah, better.” I smirked.
Michael kissed me and smiled before he ripped the door open, storming off to the living room. Lucy ran underneath our bed for cover. She hated loud noises. I followed after Michael and sat at a stool at the kitchen island. I watched as Michael’s jaw clenched and unclenched, his fists doing the same. I’ve seen Michael angry, but never like this.
“You’re a dick, you know that?” Michael snapped. That’s the best he could come up with?
“I have stronger words but…” I intervened.
“Betty, not now,” he glanced at me, a look that was quick to shut me up but also turn me on.
“You,” he stepped closer to Noah. Noah put the glass in the sink as he stood straighter, his stance matching Michael’s, ready to defend at any moment. “You have some fucking nerve showing up here, unannounced, definitely un-fucking-invited, and after saying what you said last night. You have ten seconds to leave or I swear to fucking god, I will ruin you.”
“Mike, just hear me out,” Noah sighed.
“Just listen to me!” Noah pleaded.
“Michael,” my voice was soft as I spoke, careful not to set him off more. “I kinda want to hear what he has to say.”
“Fine. Start talking.” Michael snapped.
“I love Betty,” Noah stated. His eyes locked in on mine, and the amount of love in them made me both sick to my stomach and made my brain fuzzy.
“Great fucking start,” Michael snapped. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.
“I have an idea, and it might help,” Noah spoke softly.
“Neither of us…” Noah started, and the look in his eyes made it clear what he was about to suggest.
“Whoa,” I interrupted him, “no fucking deal! Nope!” I knew exactly where this was going, and if he knew what was good for him, he would stop talking, immediately.
“As I was saying,” Noah glared playfully at me, “neither of us want to hurt her or be without her.”
“You better be real careful with what you say next,” Michael sneered. “Betty, go to the bedroom, please?”
“Fine,” I jumped down from the stool and walked over to Michael. “I love you,” I whispered to him before kissing him deeply, tangling my fingers in his hair. I heard Noah mutter under his breath, definitely not pleased about the sight in front of him.
“I love you too,” Michael whispered in my ear and playfully smacked my ass as I sauntered off to the bedroom.
“Hey Lucy, it’s just mama,” I whispered. I heard her chirp from underneath the bed, but she did not come out. I opened the balcony door off of our bedroom and made sure the screen was closed to prevent her from escaping.
I sat by the door, wanting to hear what was being said.
“Look, I know you love Betty, it’s hard not to love her, but you are out of your fucking mind if you think that you can just come ‘round here and make proclamations in hopes that you can get her to fall back into bed with you,” Michael’s voice was calmer now.
“That is not what I am doing.”
“Then what are you doing?”
“It might be one last ditch effort, but I am asking your permission to…”
I could hear the annoyance in Michael’s voice as he spoke. “You’re really asking me permission to be friends with her? I’m her boyfriend, not her owner. She can do what she wants.”
“I’m asking for you to listen to me!” Noah yelled.
“Okay, fine, I am listening,” Michael muttered.
“I don’t want to lose her, I think I’ve made that pretty clear, but I don’t want to come between the two of you, either. I love her, and I miss her, and I was wondering if…”
I internally begged Noah to stop talking.
“Noah.” Michael warned him.
“I was wondering if we could potentially discuss poly,” Noah blurted out.
“Oh, oh. Fuck no!” Michael snapped. “You think I would let you anywhere near her like that? You think I could just stand by and let you take her out on dates and fuck her brains out? What the actual fuck, Noah! Betty, get in here!”
I sighed, “I will be back, Lucy.” I got up off of the floor and walked out to the living room. “In case you were wondering, I heard everything.” I wrapped my arms around myself in an attempt to feel smaller.
I locked eyes with Noah, his gaze fixated on me, a soft smile on his lips. I glanced at Michael, and I saw the look of disdain on his face. “Would you mind telling her what you just suggested?” He snapped at Noah.
“I would not even suggest it if I didn’t think it could work. Betty, you love me, yeah?” Noah stood in front of me now, and I had to tilt my head back to look at him.
“I do, yeah,” there was no use in lying. They both knew the unfortunate truth.
“And you also love Mike?”
“Yes. More than I love you,” I muttered, “but, yes.”
“I am going to ask you something, and your answer is the only one that matters to me right now.” He placed both of his hands on my neck, his thumbs brushing my cheeks as he forced me to stare up at him. My breath hitched in my throat from the action. “If you could be with both of us, would you?” He whispered.
I closed my eyes and steadied my breathing.
Both of them. I would not have to choose. I would not have to worry about hurting anyone. I could be with Michael. I could be with Noah; the man that I came back for to begin with.
“No,” I whispered and shook my head. “Because you both deserve the truth.” I sighed and glanced at Michael. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“You came back for Noah,” Michael muttered. “We know. You were kinda loud about it last night.”
“I love you both so much, but Noah, this” I motioned between us, “is a train-wreck.”
“I would not take back a damn thing. I would not take back one word. I love you, Betty. And when you come to your senses, which I know you will, you might realize that what I am suggesting is the only way that you get to be happy. You, of all people, deserve to be happy.”
I felt his lips on mine, and before I knew what was really happening, I was kissing him back. The hunger in my veins took over all the control I had over my body. The love was undeniable. It was palpable. It awoke something deep in me from the second I met Noah. I moaned into the kiss, blissfully unaware of my own actions. Michael cleared his throat, making both of us pull away and gasping. Noah swore underneath his breath as his eyes traveled over my face and body.
I locked eyes with Michael, and his dark eyes were devouring me. His bottom lip looked like it was about to bleed from how hard his teeth clenched down on it. I wanted to pry it away from his perfect teeth. It only took a few seconds for him to walk up to me and pin me against a wall as he kissed me with every ounce of anger that burned hot in his veins. His skin was burning into my fingertips. His shorts already tenting from his desire and need. I tried my best to push myself into him, but his hold on me was too strong. “You belong to me,” he groaned against my ear.
Suddenly, I was spun around, the sweatshirt pushed up and my hands pinned to the wall above my head. I felt the snap of my thong against my hip, the sting making me moan softly. I yelped as his hand met my ass cheek in a throbbing spank. I screamed, more in shock than in pain. Michael was a lot of things, but punishing me without stating the terms and conditions first was out of character. This was more than punishment. This was marking his territory in front of a threat. “You belong to me. Fucking say it, bitch.” He punctuated his words with another spank.
“I belong to you,” I whimpered. “I belong to you.”
I wanted to turn my head and glance at Noah, knowing the expression on his face would be nothing short of amusing, but as soon as the thought came it vanished with another rough spank. It kept coming and coming. My knees were starting to weaken, my legs shaking, tears running down my face, my hands losing feeling from how hard he was clenching my wrists in his hand.
He let go of my wrists, but I still held them above my head, worried about what would happen if I dropped them. I was panting, and I shot my eyes wide open as I heard the tear of fabric, feeling the wetness of my cotton thong being removed from me and thrown to an unknown area. I would probably only find it later when cleaning the apartment.
“Michael, what the hell? I liked that one!” I argued.
“Shut up,” he snapped. He spun me around again to face him, and pointed to the floor. “Kneel, slut.”
I did what I was told. His eyes were darker than I have ever seen them, his erection was rock hard underneath his shorts. He was breathing heavy, beads of sweat coated his chest, and his heartbeat visible as the veins in his neck pulsated. Behind him I saw Noah who only stood there with the most neutral expression; and expression that I have only ever really seen in the bedroom with him.
Michael stood behind me now, and was anything but gentle as he took the sweatshirt off of me, throwing it on the couch. I wanted to cover myself, feeling overly exposed with my naked body on display in front of Noah. “Don’t move.”
Michael walked off to our bedroom, after saying hi to Lucy in a loving tone, and came back out with a leather belt and a vibrator in his hands.
“Good girl, you listened.” He smiled. “Hands behind your back,” he commanded. I did was I was told, and I felt the belt fasten tightly on my wrists.
Michael snapped back to me, his eyes locked with mine as he knelt down in front of me. “You know the rules, don’t you baby?” His voice was soft as he spoke, his fingers gently caressing my hair and face.
“Don’t speak unless spoken to. Safe-words are ‘red’ or triple tap on any part of you if I need to stop or double tap for a break in case my mouth is full or I cannot find the words, and if you ask me a question and I don’t respond, the game ends.”
“But will I fuck you and ruin you as if I do?”
“And are you okay with him,” he gestured to Noah, “being here?”
He lifted my chin in a delicate motion, “are you okay if he joins?”
My heart was beating so loud that I could hear it in my head, my brain immediately losing any train of thought, and words no longer existed.
“Are you okay if he joins?” Michael asked again, his voice more stern this time.
“Yes, I am okay if he joins,” my words were so quiet that I could barely hear them, but they were enough.
“Jesus, fuck,” Noah whispered. Michael placed a soft kiss on my forehead and stood.
“Doesn’t she just look beautiful like this? Look at how hard her nipples are and how her pussy is already so fucking wet.” Michael lifted me up from underneath my arms and guided me to the kitchen and placed me on one of the chairs.
Noah walked towards me and stood in front of me. His hands brushed up my thighs, past my aching core that was desperate for contact, up to my breasts where he roughly pinched and pulled at my nipples, then to my neck and jaw. I stared into his eyes as a smirk spread across his face. He separated himself from me and started to undress himself. First his shirt, which he folded up neatly and placed on the counter. Then, his shoes, followed by his socks and sweatpants. He slid them down and stepped out of them, folding them and placing them on top of his shirt.
His underwear was low on his hips, low enough that I could see the shadow of his pubes sticking out. I needed him, and I needed him now.
I was so fixated on Noah that I almost jumped from Michael’s touch as he came up behind me.
“Spread them,” Michael whispered in my ear. My body was in overdrive and slow to respond. “I said, spread them.” He roughly grabbed my legs and stretched me out when I didn’t move fast enough.
“You want to do the honors?” Michael asked Noah, as he held out the vibrator.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Noah smiled darkly, taking the vibrator from Michael, and turning it on to the highest setting before placing it directly onto my clit. My body jerked from the sudden stimulation, my moans being hushed my Michael’s hands over my mouth, my head being forced back into his abs as I stared up at him.
“She might just have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” Noah mused. “So pretty, so pink, so fucking tight.” To prove his point, he shoved two fingers in me, and I clamped down on him with unrelenting force. He chucked darkly. “Good girl.”
The feeling of his fingers inside of me deep enough to hit my cervix, combined with the vibrations on my clit made my body tremble. Michael played with my breasts and nipples, releasing the hold on my jaw and mouth.
I watched as Noah’s fingers dove deep inside of me, pushing in a third finger. He discarded the vibrator and his mouth attached to my clit.
“Don’t you dare cum yet,” Michael warned. His fingers replaced Noah’s mouth. I watched them as they played with my pussy like it was a gift from the gods.
I watched as Noah used his other hand to free himself from his underwear, and I heard Michael do the same.
“Stop,” Michael commanded. Noah immediately removed himself from me. Michael removed the belt from my wrists and guided me off of the chair and to the bedroom. Noah ushered Lucy out and muttered a quick apology before closing the door.
“On the bed, ass up,” Michael ordered. “Face the mirror.”
Michael came up behind me, and without warning, pushed his hard, thick cock inside of me. He gripped my hips and thrusted into me deeply, surely rearranging my organs. My face was pressed down, his fingers gripping the roots of my hair.
I watched the reflection in the mirror, a dick-drunk smile plastered on my face. I saw Noah stroking himself in my periphery before coming to clear view right in front of me. “Open up wide, baby.”
I licked his cock from the base to the tip before he slowly pushed into my mouth, stopping when I gagged around him. He slowly pushed in deeper and deeper. They both told me to breathe through my nose as I choked and gagged. Noah thrusted gently into my mouth, but remained deep. My eyes watered, drool spilling from my mouth. I looked up at him, and the sight of his jaw slack, pupils wide, and drops of sweat coating his body forced me to clench down on Michael from the sight alone.
“Fucking hell,” Michael groaned out. Their praises and grunts sent me closer to the precipice. Michael was hitting all of the right spots, and tasting Noah at the same time was more than I could have asked for. This was nirvana.
“I’m gonna,” was all Noah could say before his hot cum shot into my mouth and his body went rigid. “Fuck!”
“Swallow, Betty, Be a good girl, swallow.”
I focused my eyes on Noah as I swallowed his massive load. Michael yanked me up by my hair and pressed my back against his chest. He wrapped his tattooed arm around me in a headlock. I felt his hand drift lower and lower to my clit.
“Cum for me,” he demanded as his fingers roughly stroked my clit. His thrusts getting harder, faster, needier. “Cum for me, Betty.”
His eyes locked on mine as a wail escaped my mouth. I felt the rush of liquid escape my body, my cheeks immediately turning red.
“Fuck, yes!” Noah beamed. “Such a good girl.”
I felt Michael’s release coating my walls as my orgasm still flowed through me, the aftershocks making my body jolt. He slowly released me from the headlock and leaned me against his chest. I grabbed his hands in mine to steady myself, sinking back to reality.
“I love you so fucking much,” Michael whispered into my ear. “So fucking much.”
I gasped for air as my body continued to shake. Noah leaned down to face me, “you did so fucking good, babygirl. You did so good. You made us proud.”
“So fucking proud of you baby,” Michael agreed.
“What do you say, do we take a break?
“I don’t want this to end,” I blushed, causing them both to laugh.
“I seriously thought that watching you suck another man’s cock would make me kill, but fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing in the world,” Michael groaned as he leaned back onto the bed.
“And watching that pretty mouth take me while you’re getting pounded into? So fucking hot,” Noah smiled. “And we’re just getting started.”
“On your back, Betty,” Noah demanded, but gave me no time to adjust myself before he maneuvered my body for me. I watched as he spat on my clit, stroking it around with his aching cock. I watched as his tip ran along my folds, moaning as he stroked it along my clit.
“Fuck,” Michael groaned as I leaned back into him, his legs on either side of my waist. I watched as Noah slowly inserted himself into me, Michaels fingers spreading my folds for a better view.
“You take cock so fucking well,” Michael whispered. “Just look at how well your pussy is taking him.”
I threw my head back on Michael’s shoulder, burying my face in his neck as Noah started to pound into me.
I was a trembling mess of moans and screams of pleasure as these two beautiful men talked me through another earth shattering orgasm. Noah shoved his mouth onto mine to stifle the sounds that escaped from my darkest depths. Michael’s fingers circled around my clitoris.
I watched as they locked eyes, and Noah wasted no time before kissing Michael. I saw the shock in Michael’s eyes fade as he parted his lips, allowing Noah’s tongue access.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, watching the sight before me unfold. I wrapped my hand around Michael’s dick, causing him to moan loudly into Noah’s mouth as I stroked him from the base all the way to his tip, circling the palm of my hand over him again and again.
“Fuck!” Noah moaned, returning his lips to mine. I tasted Michael on his tongue, and it drove me insane. I locked eyes with Michael as I kissed Noah, never once giving up on his pleasure. I closed my eyes in bliss, and I felt Michael’s lips at the corner of my mouth. Opening my mouth, I felt both of their tongues on mine, a taste that I could savor for eternity.
I felt Noah’s release coat my walls and he slowly pulled out of me.
Our mouths broke free of each others, and I felt my body ache from emptiness.
Michael grabbed my face and kissed me feverishly as Noah sauntered to the bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth to clean the mess from my thighs.
I fell back onto the plush blankets of the bed next to Michael, Noah following. I laid between them, both of their hands roaming my body as they placed soft kissed on my shoulders.
“Ours?” Michael whispered in my ear.
“Yeah,” I smiled, “yours.”
