Won't Let The Pictures Leave Her Phone - Eleanor/Louis/Perrie/Taylor/Danielle - 2/2
(Continued from here)
Drawn to her now that he’s dared to go there once, his eyes wander to Taylor again and he’s still can’t look anywhere else as Perrie cheekily kisses the tip of his cock, teasing him into round two. His hands go to the nearest body part, around an ankle each of Eleanor and Danielle’s, like human bedposts, and the warm ghost of breath makes him strain upwards until pale fingers hold his hips ready, probably because she was witness to what happened last time. At odds with her manner on this night, Perrie licks him like she’s giving him a choice, to say what’s too much and that’s sweet of her, but he’s starting to think nothing will ever reach that height, not when Taylor can bite her lip unawares and the lipstick stain left on her pearly white tooth has him desperately beckoning her forward. She slumps inelegantly by his side in her haste to help and he releases an ankle to curl his fingers over Taylor’s wrist.
“Do you - do you want - ah!” he shudders as Perrie sits cross-legged on the flat end of the seat and sucks the head of his dick into her mouth, preamble abandoned, “Bloody hell, babe! Warn a guy, yeah?”
He watches her hand crawl up his thigh then she pulls off with a smooch and grabs Taylor’s other hand, tugging her that way instead. Louis lets her go in fear of them dislocating her shoulders and his eyes widen as Perrie whispers in her ear too quietly for him to hear and Taylor nods in reply. He stretches his neck to look behind him and his heart picks up speed after a terrifying, rollercoaster drop. In the distraction of Taylor coming to his aid as well, he’d completely missed the sounds of kissing. Although by the looks of things, it’s not a slick, passionate kiss for his girlfriend and their mutual friend. Eleanor and Danielle giggle through soft pecks, a hand buried in each other’s hair and Louis tries to reach higher on their bodies, to be a part of it. When they glance and notice, they pull his hands to curve around the tender backs of their knees and he feels their twin shivers from the ticklish spots. He’s unintentionally trapped and stretched taut as Taylor hesitantly lowers her blonde head next to Perrie’s and two tongues try to lick him. He squeezes Eleanor and Danielle, but once they see what’s going on, there’s approving murmurs and stroking at his face, gently holding his chin down to keep him looking at what they’re doing and a cushion stuffed behind the back of his neck with no escape. He moans and bends off the seat with his back, the only point of contact not being held, as Perrie stops and presents the phone that Taylor handed to her again, leaving her to run her tongue all up the length of his erection. It’s obscenely innocent until she turns her eyelashes down and slides her mouth around the tip, slowly but assuredly sucking him in and then it’s just obscene. Her lips are a red slash on the flushed pink of his cock and next to the pale, flawless skin of her face but right in the moment he’s reminded of Eleanor and has a feeling that makes his breath hitch painfully in his chest that he won’t be coming from this alone. He wants fingers or just something and a blush rises to his cheeks because he can’t ask that of Taylor, so he almost sags with grateful relief for a second before arching into the touch as Eleanor reads his mind (body) and tweaks a nipple sharply, his cock nudging further into Taylor’s mouth. He’s about to apologise but stops short as her eyelashes bat and the snick of a fake camera shutter takes his attention away from his short embarrassment and returns to Perrie.
His gaze fixates on the camera until he decides he can live without the prod of fingers if he gets to have that instead. It’s a struggle though as Eleanor and Danielle delight in flooding him with quick, unpredictable pain and an overload of endorphins as the soft, exploratory suction on his dick and the rough treatment to his chest collides and he’s holding his hand out to Perrie, demanding the phone with silent urgency. He thinks he might even pull a lock of her hair and a gasping giggle permeates the air before she gives it up easily, biting his wrist as he moves it back towards himself.
He catches a glimpse of his body through the screen. It’s like looking into a magnifying glass because Taylor appears closer than she is before he reaches down and smoothes her fringe, her image pristine except for the off-kilter look to her mouth and rose coloured heat to her cheeks. His hand becomes instantly bigger and suddenly he’s not sure he can stand to look anymore, the camera zoomed in so far he can see the wet of saliva at the corner of her lips if he stares hard enough. But as usual the girls have a different opinion and he groans as Eleanor’s thumb slides onto his tongue, keeping his head in place. Danielle holds his elbow and presses into his newest tattoo crooked inside the slim space and he gasps through sucking greedily on Eleanor’s skin when it’s clear which she chose as a pressure point. Instead of making him jerk and thrash in hurt, he melts boneless into the furniture but his eyes are skittish.
He can’t help but ruin Taylor’s lipstick with his aborted thrusts that she picks up anyway, bobbing her head onto him faster and leaving smudged rings of waxy colour behind. He makes another noise, more vocal even with things like fingers and lips in the way, as she pushes him closer to his second orgasm whilst he imagines Eleanor buying something brighter to try exactly this sometime. He holds Taylor’s head steady with a choked off, little “please, Taylor, please, oh god,” as the friction builds and Perrie smiles at the view, curled up on the floor next to her with her hands suspiciously absent and Louis feels he may be close after all.
She sucks on him harder and he’s croaking a warning that his plea seems to have worked when she pulls away cleanly with a big breath and Eleanor’s moving from licking his chest with her nose nuzzled into the patch of hair to her hand squeezing the root of him and her palm curved tight against his balls, tight enough to wrench him back from the brink of what they’ve worked him up to and now cruelly don’t want him to have.
“Not yet, baby.” she says, “Gonna make it feel so good for you,”
“It was,” he whines, eyebrows furrowed in frustration, “she was doing good,”
Eleanor sits up again and she and Danielle exchange a look over Louis’ head. “Hmm, you are the surprise package. Come here.”
Taylor blinks at them, just as confused as Louis as to why they’d stop her there, but moves so they swap places. He feels a tad awkward as his head rests on her thigh as she glides in behind him on the seat then grins at the sight of her smeared lipstick and dazed look in her eye.
She shakes her head, “Tell no one,” but her mouth is quirked and he’s left wondering what she thinks when she makes that face at the paparazzi for a posh red carpet do.
Suddenly, there’s something weight in his hand and he looks down, realising he’s still got the phone and that Eleanor is sat flanked by Danielle and Perrie on their feet. He gulps down the anticipation as Eleanor’s hands disappear but nothing crosses her face so he’s fairly certain she’s not touching herself and is proved right a moment later. He wishes he wasn’t as she unzips her suitcase stuffed beneath the chaise and brandishes a thin, plastic shape and a tube. That’s not for him, he thinks with a growl as the little voice in his head is already pining to feel it sink him and his voice cracks in surprise when hands grip his thighs and yank him further down the seat so his legs hang off the end. Taylor shuffles over to resume her position as chief hair smoother and face stroker, dipping quick as lightning to catch his lips at the same time as his legs are folded into his chest, a mouth pursed wetly at his hole with a followed giggle. His dick twitches but Eleanor watches him like a hawk and kneels at the side, wiggling a hand over to get it in a vice grip that brooks no argument. He’s breathing heavier and his pulse feels like it’s everywhere, including the idea that he can feel Taylor’s from her thigh into the back of his neck. Done with telling him what’s coming next, Perrie stretches his legs and moves low so they drape down her back, tendrils of her ridiculous hair visible as her fingers part his arse and she licks fearlessly at his hole. He clenches against the feeling, but it only makes her murmur encouragingly and he locks eyes with Danielle as she looms above him, his face aflame.
She crouches, pressing the tip of Eleanor’s vibrator onto his pink, bitten mouth and Louis dissolves into silence, parting his lips with eyebrows pinched. He sees her bite her own then touch his eyebrows to try and soothe the aggravated lines.
His throat goes tight as she whispers, “As wet as you like because this is going nowhere near us. S’all for you, babe,”
His body flops uselessly on a whimper as Perrie retreats, her head popping up in line with the phone crushed against his hand and her smile wicked. He opens his mouth to talk with words, forgetting the cool slide of plastic obstructing his way and pushing in more when Danielle sees her chance, watching him take it lest he choke. The transition to Perrie standing and Eleanor bending over his groin is seamless and he gasps as Perrie’s hands close around Taylor’s on his head, taking her under their wing and directing how they see fit.
“Keep sucking, yeah,” she praises into his sweaty temple, “keep watching your girl sucking your dick, her lips around your lovely cock, making you feel it because you need it, yeah?”
“Plmmph,” he nods fervently, his sucking rhythm slipping in a loss of coordination as Eleanor rubs the vein on the underside of his cock back and forth with her flattened tongue.
She plucks the phone from him, too busy mewling and struggling to keep his eyes from closing at the increasing familiarity of Eleanor’s fingers as they trace his rim like a promise. He sucks harder on the turned off vibrator in case it’ll lead to that being fulfilled and breathes hard through his nose as Perrie shifts awkwardly, her ribcage moving as she sits down in front of him with her knees drawn up. In contrast to her hair, her underwear is pastel pink and his hooded eyes are fixed on the wet spot between her pale legs when she raises the phone to her face and snaps a picture and then two.
“Aren’t you a pretty boy,” she coos, showing him what she took, “with your hollowed cheeks and your mouth tight around El’s vibe, fuck, I’ll be right back,”
She hurriedly tosses her dress over her head and flees out the door, her bare feet the last Louis sees of her before Taylor moves his back to Eleanor and he hears Danielle tell her a quiet “good girl,”. Everything is perfect before Eleanor pulls off and Louis’ halfway through groaning his displeasure at being stopped again when she tugs at his cock fast and filthy and he’s coming with a sudden garbled shout around the vibrator Danielle keeps firmly in his mouth. He dirties his stomach and her knuckles with fresh come, a finger pushing into the forming bruise on his inner thigh so that they’re still touching as she licks her skin clean.
“Aw, I missed it!” a voice says and they all turn to Perrie in her hastily zipped, slightly askew dress and her hands behind her back, “Doesn’t matter, we’re not gonna stop now, are we?”
She heads straight for Louis and moves her arms out from behind her back. His eyes widen.
“Why should El have all the fun eh? Guess who’s?” she says, tapping the tip of another vibrator with a fingernail, “Yeah, that’s right, s’mine. Open up, gorgeous,”
His eyes roll into the back of his head as he complies, Eleanor taking Perrie out of her dress again as she watches her feed him the second vibrator, stretching his lips wide until not even a hair’s breadth can fit. He wriggles despite himself, Taylor’s careful hands and the thrusting plastic not enough already and keens when someone - he’s beginning to lose track of who and when and how - leans over and pats his arse, squeezing his cheeks and rubbing at his saliva-slick hole until he’s planting his feet on the edge of the chaise and trying to push down against the feeling. He’s horrified as tears spring to his eyes and, as Taylor kisses them away, he muses wildly that he can’t possibly come again and definitely not so soon.
“God, I’ve got cock envy right now,” one of them says and Eleanor freezes on a memory before she eases one vibrator out of Louis’ mouth and walks away with it.
She’s in his eye line as she slicks it with lube and his body tries to send his blood south in reaction but it’s weakened and he feels himself barely change from the sticky, softened state as she kneels and draws the length of the vibrator along the cleft of his arse, shivering and clenching against the cold wetness and aching to warm it up. He hasn’t had anything inside him properly since Eleanor’s fingers, but the vibrator is rigid and unyielding as she pushes the tip through and waits for him to adjust. Perrie leaves his side too and he can’t find the strength to make a joke anymore as she clicks with her phone and tucks her fingers into the waist of her knickers to feel some sort of tempting nearby pressure. He’d gladly give her the press of something if the itch wasn’t hulking in the corner of the room, goading him to try and stop.
He forgets that he wants to when a few more inches of toy fills him up and then comes the pièce de résistance - Eleanor grasps the end with thumb and forefinger to switch the damn thing on. She holds his hips pre-emptively into the seat and, with that taken away from him, he grabs for whatever’s available as the first buzz rockets up his spine, which happens to be a handful of Taylor’s dress falling over her knees. The material is delicate in his palm but he crushes it carelessly and moans high around the other vibrator lying prone in his mouth. It feels too much like the itch and he tries to thrash around before Eleanor prods and wiggles and the toy grazes his prostate. That’s like a constant crumbling of his nerve endings and he’s fairly certain he’s gripping Taylor’s knee as well as her rumpled dress, but no one’s complaining or stopping him so he assumes it doesn’t matter.
He’s wriggling valiantly under their hands and Eleanor fucking him with her toy when Danielle bears down on his sternum with her hand, where the arch of his spine is to force him flat, and his cock leaks tellingly. He turns his head on Taylor’s thigh but tries to follow their movements with his eyes, his unmoving lips split with the taste of Perrie’s vibrator and he chases it, his head nearly falling from Taylor’s gentle grip, as Danielle pulls it out with a wet pop amidst a disgruntled moan that turns into a purr as Eleanor fucks him quick and shallow with the other to make up for that loss and twists it out to catch against the rim of his hole.
“Come on, up,” she decides, smacking his arse lightly to get him to notice more than the pleasure clouding his brain.
Too wobbly to stand and too much like dead weight for the girls to carry again, Louis crawls as they move to the unused bed. He aims to sit but Eleanor shakes her head, catching him by the neck to kiss him softly and have him facing her remaining on his hands and knees as someone shoves a pillow under his belly, simultaneously brushing his renewing cock and keeping it torturously in this position. He rolls his hips but just about stops himself planting face first into the sheets as a hand pushes his arse to raise it higher in the air. He’s open and vulnerable and has probably never looked less put together in his life, but they don’t stare without touching him for long.
The first touch that he can’t see comes with lips on the warm nape of his neck, sticky with lipstick and he’s only a little bit comforted when Taylor gets on the bed so it can’t be her. There’s a giggle and he shivers as Perrie kisses him there again in answer to his question, sensitive from the fire rolling down his back as she tucks a finger into his arse to test him. Hyperaware, it feels a little different from plastic, textured and real and people move in unexpected ways.
“What are we going to do?” she asks, “He’s still strung so tight,”
“There’s, um - ” Eleanor starts shyly, “ - some other stuff in my bag? Would you like that, Lou?”
They gesture her over there quickly and Louis leans his cheek onto the bed as she heaves a rucksack onto the vacated chaise, her expression noting with a curl of satisfaction the mess they made with lube on the seat and the odd drip of come. A speechless silence descends on the room once she reveals what other tricks are in her hand luggage.
“Christ,” Perrie chuckles.
“Wow,” Danielle blinks.
Even Louis can laugh nervously as Taylor never ceases her stroking of his wild hair in a determined fashion, perhaps not entirely ready to acknowledge that what’s in Eleanor’s hands is in fact a harness in one and a dildo in the other.
“We, uh, tried it once.” she explains, her eyes softening as she looks at Louis stooped with Perrie leaning over him and he swallows anxiously, “It was going to be a surprise if things went well with the gig and after we went out to dinner.”
He closes his eyes as he remembers the itch in full force that night but his denial still turned up to eleven, neglecting dinner and forcing himself to calm with DVD watching and snuggling with his girlfriend. He had no idea of her plan and he pushes his arse back onto Perrie now, a sense of wanting to make things right.
“You don’t have to,” she smiles fondly.
Her eyebrows shoot into her messy, wavy hairline as he moans “please, El,” and Perrie drops a kiss to his shoulderblade, slipping a second finger into him because Eleanor is too many feet away. He gets the distinct feeling that she’s enjoying this, past the point of preparation and curious to see him fall apart. Eleanor nods assent and makes sure Louis can see her as she fits both parts together and wiggles into the harness like its silk lingerie. Perrie kisses down his spine, pink lipstick no doubt like light prints of lovebites on his skin and her hands spread him open as, arranged over Taylor’s lap with his forehead pressed hard into the bed, Louis pushes his arse up closer onto Perrie’s tongue because X marks the spot, matching the rosy pink of his hole. She kneads his buttocks in her fingers as she goes, mapping the firm, golden roundness of each cheek whilst, across the room, Danielle helps Eleanor slick her plastic cock and Louis inhales sharply as he watches the two girls by the bed, little quick flicks and swirls of Perrie’s tongue changing to sucks as she reacts to the tightening of his muscles. It’s a common fantasy for a guy to have, beautiful women touching each other wearing very little clothing, but the reason why they’re doing that has his heart more like a jackhammer in his chest and his stomach falling through the floor in a shade of guilty arousal than any pornography could hope for.
Idly watching them as his insides constrict, he’s shocked into his threadbare voice again by Perrie’s rocking fingers, as she licks around them to keep it wet and his body malleable as the noises she’s unashamedly making for his benefit vibrate against his skin before she takes her fingers away and sees him clench around nothing, holding him open with her thumb then plunging them back in. He welcomes the tight feel of being filled repeatedly but also stretched and his spine curves as she picks an abandoned vibrator and sets the tip against his bones, dragging it to the dip of his back, exaggerated by the presented swell of his arse.
“Shit, can I just - ?” she asks incoherently, grabbing Taylor’s wrists.
She squeaks in surprise, but quiets as Perrie simply shows her to hold him exposed before something bigger than fingers is prodding at his hole. He frowns as its girth feels wider than a single vibrator and Louis grips onto Eleanor’s hand as it comes to curl on top of his. She’s smiling when he manages to lift his head from the bed for a moment, kissing the straight bridge of his nose lightly as she rests Perrie’s phone in front of him. He hadn’t even realised that there were more pictures and the sense of danger has him quivering and fucking himself back onto whatever is bigger than a vibrator but still isn’t Eleanor inside. He half wonders if they decided that Danielle should take over that when he blinks at the picture on the screen and his brain understands what his eyes are telling them a second later - his arse hugging at least half each of two thin, shiny vibrators coated in enough lube to leave his thighs sticky. He hides his face in the sheets as he gasps a nonsensical whimper and Eleanor’s finger traces his burning ears, her lips close to one as she speaks.
“You look so hot right now, Lou, so beautiful. Need you to tell me what will finish the job, baby,”
He shakes his head because she knows, it’s obvious, but in an instant every toy and every touch completely disappears to leave him trembling. The itch is somehow worse because it returns tenfold and with an uncomfortable pain, sharpness in the side that makes him double over for a less pleasurable reason.
“Come on,” she coaxes, as Perrie reaches between his knees to hold his dick tight like a cock ring, “Louis, do you want it? I’m ready for you but you have to say it, okay? Is it bad? Gonna give you what you want, make you feel so good. Say it.”
He makes a noise like it’s being dragged out him, kicking and screaming and then, “Please,” he cries, getting the sheets wet under his face as a tear slips through his eyelashes and he feels a twinge of regret as he tugs on Taylor’s dress once more, “please, fuck, El - fuck me, please,”
“You’re so pretty,” she murmurs, holding his chin up with one hand and smoothing his hair back with the other, refusing to wipe his face, “I know you want it now, gonna make it better, I promise,”
“Please,” he echoes again in a small voice muffled in the bed, needy but pliant from the sheer bombardment of stimuli.
Kneeling behind him, he inhales as finally she enters him. It’s careful but confidently buried to the hilt in no time because he’s been teased to within an inch of his life. He feels hands on his arse forcing him down and his knees give out without much of a fight, taking Eleanor with him to sprawl onto his back at an angle that’s deep and directly where his body craves the attention most. She squeezes his biceps, her breath warm at the space at the back of his neck, and grinds her hips down hard. That and the semi-collapsed heap they find themselves in is apparently enough and Louis closes his eyes as his cock kicks up against the pillow and wetness spreads out from beneath his front, his third orgasm wrenched out unexpectedly to splash his ribs. Eleanor inevitably encounters a slight resistance as he clamps down around the dildo and she scrambles onto her knees again.
“Fuck,” she breathes, awed, “Did you just - ?”
He groans, hoping that’ll do as a response, quivering when she forgoes pulling out, job done, to carry on anyway. He can hear her soft instructions to the others but can’t place the words for them to make sense, only aware of hands pushing his thighs together and Eleanor sitting back with her cock still there. She goes even slower now that he’s come so early into it because she must know that he’s frazzled at the edges of his mind, circling her hips and pulling at his arse to show the point where her cock impales him to everyone who dares look, but Louis’ not here for that, so he reaches for her and connects with her knee, trailing his fingers in with the intention of slipping between her slender thighs before he touches her cock and his hand comes away slick.
“Not - not enough,” he explains, panting, his voice hoarse like his throat’s been fucked, “God, harder, El, just - ”
He’s not expecting her to withdraw and his whine of protest turns into a high sob as her fingers replace her cock, crooking to instantly jab at the spot that has him writhing instead of thinking he can boss them around at all. A hand strikes his arse too, a slap that ricochets off the walls, and it stings with metal, the ring on Danielle’s finger scraping the skin. The addition of such a reprimand shoots into him like a lightning bolt and has his body briefly crumpling, squeezing the cock between his cheeks, before he falls on his side to make room for Eleanor sliding into his space on her back, her shoulders propped against the pillows. With a deep breath in, he gathers strength to kneel and sways there for a moment because he’s seemingly lost brain function on how to get from A to B. Here, he’s knelt inches from Taylor’s face and their eyes meet fuzzily. He’s soft and messy, but he’s always been a sucker for pretty eyes and a mischievous mouth except Danielle turns him away before he can so much as think about it, fitting herself behind Louis with her hands on his sweaty torso and a giggle that they share. She throws his leg over Eleanor as she wiggles horizontally underneath him, her hand wrapped around her cock and his mouth falling slack as Danielle presses him down until his arse is cradled by the slightly flared edge of the dildo.
Eleanor picks up her rhythm and whilst it’s hot that her slippery strokes so easy and comfortable now that he feels the whole length of her fucking into him, he knows that she’s working up to making him feel more overwhelmed than ever, so much that he can’t speak. He takes to riding her like a duck to water, trying to fuck himself on her cock in harsh slams that shake the bed and almost shake her body, his breath coming in shorter gasps before she yanks him down by the back of the neck into a harsh kiss so that her cock thrust into him on an acute angle and the harness fits right against her clit. He flails slightly on instinct to stop himself from crushing her with his full weight and his palm lands on her bra, feeling how her nipple pebbles behind the fabric. She licks her lips and they each grip a side of one another for balance as her hips keep working and she pulls his hand inside to cup her breast. Soft flesh under his fingers, he lets the other girls grab him by the hips to direct things, his body giving way and his cheek nuzzling into Taylor’s hand as she strokes his face.
“God, I wish I could feel how tight you are for real,” Eleanor blurts out in a confession, eyes wide and bright as she clasps Louis to her chest.
“We’ve ruined you so much you could fit another dick in there,” Perrie adds, bemused whilst also attempting to sound gleeful.
He tries to laugh, especially incredulous and flattered at the sight of her on the empty side of the bed, touching herself with a grin, when Danielle is behind him again and a low throb presses into his back. Obviously spotting her over his shoulder, Eleanor slows her agile movements almost to a stop to accommodate them as Danielle’s teeth scratch his neck.
“Remember this?” she singsongs and Louis stares down into Eleanor’s face as the vibrator touches his stretched rim.
His arse draws together and his cock drags on Eleanor’s smooth, flat stomach as his hips jerk forward and they both moan a little when precome seeps out. She lays there as he chases friction for himself, despite his head screaming at him not to, and he grips tighter at Eleanor’s waist once Danielle makes her move, her palm on the end of the vibrator that she cheekily holds him open for. It’s all the way in when she dares to turn it on and Louis’ fingers curl into shaky fists on Eleanor’s torso as he withstands wave after wave of the toy, edging closer to snapping, until there’s a sudden stinging at his arse again.
“Fuck!” he yelps, grasping at Taylor’s thigh to steady himself from the force of it before he tries to whip his head round to look at her, “What the hell was that for?! Does Liam know you have these, ah - tendencies, Dani?”
“No,” she replies sweetly then pitches her voice right next to his ear, “he doesn’t need them.”
He’s biting his lip and wiggling his arse like he’s sent to try her will before Perrie cuts across them as she is wont to do. “Oh, what’s this?”
With the purr of the vibrator against the solid surface of Eleanor’s cock keeping the itch at bay, Louis’ eyelashes are still fluttering as everyone else stops what they’re doing and turns their heads to regard her. She’s holding what looks to be another harness from the rucksack (“I wanted a choice, like I was bringing shoes,” Eleanor shrugs) and Louis moans, shifting greedily whilst Perrie’s eyes take on even more sparkle if that’s possible and she trots back to them with her fingers through the straps, holding it and its accompanying little friend to her hips. Louis nearly swallows his own tongue as she climbs onto the bed and plants her feet either side of Eleanor’s waist, facing Louis with her new appendage before she kneels.
“Remember how it was,” she starts, scrunching his damp hair through her fingers, “to have two vibes in your tight little hole,”
He hears Eleanor huff a giggling curse, wanting to roll his eyes fondly because he knows Perrie’s doing this for kicks even if he’s not certain where this’ll end. Danielle is behind him and he leans onto her to see what she’ll do, biting his lip as she places her hand flat across his forehead and pulls him into the spread V of her smooth, long legs until he’s almost slipping off Eleanor but the vibrator is wedged under him and going nowhere, causing his eyes to roll and not in unimpressed sarcasm.
“Would you want this?” Perrie continues mercilessly, swiping the dry tip of the second dildo on his thigh. Eleanor’s is flesh coloured, but this is pinker and alarmingly the same next to the flushed tip of Louis’ as it reappears through his foreskin by Danielle’s hand lightly around him. “Two cocks inside you at the same time? We’ve stretched you good now, right? You wanna watch Taylor suck my cock, babe? Dan, can you hold him up?”
Hair tickles Louis’ neck as Danielle agrees and lifts him by his hips, his body a curve between her and his girlfriend as she mutters about him being “light as a feather” and he strains to curl in on himself with something he doesn’t view as a compliment.
“It’s hot,” she reassures him, setting her shoulder underneath his head as Perrie swings towards a fidgety Taylor, “I know how to be held, you see, being a dancer. It’s not all strength, its technique too.”
He twitches; whimpering needily, as Taylor slowly opens her mouth to wet the dildo. She’s less concerned with how she sits and Danielle’s touches that gentle into nothing frustrate Louis until the peek of Taylor’s surprisingly fancy knickers has him extending a hand. He hears a chorus of consent and rocks forward out of Danielle’s grip, his finger tracing Taylor’s clit as Eleanor’s hands fly to his waist and dig in hard enough to leave the bruises that are faked on his spine through Perrie’s lipstick as she starts fucking him once more in earnest. His gaze switches to her in a panic but she simply bites her lip and moves in counterpoint to his rubbing, his eyes straying back to red smeared again on a cock but one that isn’t his.
“Oh my god, you’re good,” Perrie praises Taylor, pulling away. It’s shiny with saliva and she looks expectantly at Danielle after sending Louis a cheeky wink, “I think you should wear it. I’ve had my fun.”
“Yeah?”
“What guy wouldn’t want to be sandwiched between his girlfriend and her friend, fucked on their cocks like a little slut,”
Danielle shakes her head, “You’re something else, Pez,” and pushes Louis until he flops onto Eleanor and she can untangle their legs.
“Sorry,” he mumbles.
“Whatever you need,” she says, kissing him deep and lingering to show that there really are no hard feelings for where he puts himself in this mêlée and he laughs a little because it’s quite ridiculous to be apologising now.
The next time Danielle’s near, she’s peering round to get a good look at his face and putting a hand on his ribs for a way to get something to push against should she need it, but most of what Louis notices is the slick of yet more lube as she rides the curve of his arse with her new extra bit, all the way up to the dips either side of his spine. He manages to get in a quip about having some idea how these girls feel about morning wood before Danielle slips the switched off vibrator from him and slides up against Eleanor’s cock with her own. Everything’s slowed again, including what feels like time itself, but that’s alright. He feels full of a lot of things, the obvious and then the abstract like love and affection and that they really are here to help, except maybe Eleanor, who seems to have harboured a fascination to try something like this for a second time and what a second time it is.
It’s hard to breathe even when hoping to remain calm and less so when Danielle licks at his earlobe and he shivers down to his toes. Before long, he’s bouncing back against her as much as he can with Eleanor teasing what’s closest to his balls and the thickness of both them a perfect target to hit his prostate. Sat astride his girlfriend, he nuzzles into Danielle’s cheek and arches, his arse taking them in then tightening as he relaxes his posture, his hips moving with the rhythm and satisfaction blossoming on his face as Eleanor puts two fingers in her mouth. The only thing better would be more kisses - for him, between them, he doesn’t really care at this point - so maybe he’s entirely too enthusiastic when Eleanor and Danielle both do the next best thing and fit a finger each into his mouth. If it weren’t such a primal moment, he might worry that he has an oral fixation or worse, but he’s got dildos in his arse and real hands at his lips so he clings to what’s innately him, rolling with the punches.
“Can you bend over for me?” Danielle asks, not taking her finger away as she brings a hand around to the rise of his tummy, using the leverage to try and properly fuck him in more than tiny increments. “You’re not bad on the flexibility either, are you?”
He grins around his mouthful, Eleanor’s other arm crossing her chest and Danielle’s clamped on his stomach, moaning when Danielle goes a little faster until it’s almost like being fucked on one cock, if it wasn’t for his hole stretched over another length as Eleanor keeps him open. As a dancer, Danielle’s got a fair amount of stamina too and he’s left clinging to them as she takes and takes, breathing louder as she works up a sweat and wipes her hot face into the strong space between his shoulder and neck.
He’s got his hand on top of the one across his belly, her fingers flexing teasingly, as Eleanor, moving in a softer fashion of the two so as not to hurt him, trails her wet fingers onto his chest. Danielle’s cock is snapping harder and he’s nearly close enough to lead Eleanor into a kiss when she pinches a nipple sharp and quick. He bucks, his mouth in a thin line as he presses his lips together to deny the shocked squeal, but Danielle smacks his arse and then they’re both doing it, giggling as he helplessly writhes and growls, indignant that they’d be so cruel when he’s that sensitive to touch.
He decides he’s done with it all when Perrie snaps another picture and shows Taylor with a murmured, “best one yet, yeah?” and then there are hands around his cock. Somehow he must be hard because whilst it feels like too much to bear, there’s also still a note of pleasure there as their thumbs rub over the slit. He comes, folded in the middle of cocks and hands and his nipples and one arse cheek as pink as the dildo. Barely a dribble, almost dry and exhausting, but they crow in delight and pepper him with kisses when it happens so it’s rather worth it, despite his vision swimming and his body and mind not entirely his own.
They take pity on him soon after that, waiting until the tremors stop to slowly and carefully pull him off their cocks and let him fall onto the bed. He’s drowsy but winces as he lands on the side that’s smarting from slaps and means to roll over, to say thank you, to say that he hoped it worked.
***
He means to but doesn’t get the chance as the next time he opens his eyes it’s still dark outside but it’s only him and Eleanor in the room. He shifts, trying to get comfortable before recognising the softness of his girlfriend’s now bare breast underneath his cheek.
“Hey sleepyhead.”
He kisses her there chastely before leaning up to catch her mouth, pulling her down until she can fit against his chest instead. “Where’d they go?”
She laughs, getting her hands beneath her to lift herself up so she can look down at his face, “Back to their rooms, of course. You were out for a while and they had disappeared from the party. Don’t worry, I wi-fi’d the pictures off Perrie’s phone onto mine before she left. Just to be sure.”
As she kisses him again, a peck that stalls but doesn’t really go anywhere either, Louis can say that he feels sated and peaceful for the first time in weeks. He licks his lips and murmurs contentment as she pulls away, hand burying in her tangled hair to keep her where she is.
“So. Taylor then. Taylor, Taylor Swift.” he smiles with an eyebrow wiggle, wrapping his arms around Eleanor’s slim frame to flop her onto him, “I’m gonna have to carry around the secret for the rest of my life that she gives good head.”
She pats his chest. “Just like Dani helped me fuck you and Perrie’s a naughty little minx. I’m sure you’ll cope.”
“I think my wank bank’s filled for weeks, months, years, even.”
“Lou,” she says quietly as the joking fades and their eyes meet, “how’re you feeling, really?”
He takes in a deep breath then lets it out, figuring he owes it to her to think properly and be honest. He aches, but it’s an okay ache, especially since the itch isn’t lurking below. It’s gone. He lets his grin shine.
“I’m really, really good, babe. Although you’re missing something...”
She looks perplexed but plays along as usual as he positions her to straddle him. “I don’t really have a dick, Lou, you do know that don’t you? I haven’t sent you insane from the cock?”
“Ha,” he says flatly, shaking his head as his mouth falls into a smirk and he pushes her to move further up his chest, “No, you’re missing a thank you gift for being the best girlfriend in the world, doing what you did for me and making it work. Later we can go anywhere and do anything you want, but will you give me one last thing?”
“Haven’t I given you enough?” she jokes feebly, scrambling to hold herself above him as he hooks his fingers to pull her underwear aside and flicks his tongue out towards her clit. “Oh. Oh well now you mention it, this is fine by me, to be honest. I don’t mind give - giving you that.”
The grin around his eyes, crinkling the corners, says it all. As much as he’s thankful and plans to thoroughly show his girlfriend the true depth of his gratitude (and let the other ladies know too, with words and hugs), he knows one thing is for certain.
It's good to be back.
fin.
Drawn to her now that he’s dared to go there once, his eyes wander to Taylor again and he’s still can’t look anywhere else as Perrie cheekily kisses the tip of his cock, teasing him into round two. His hands go to the nearest body part, around an ankle each of Eleanor and Danielle’s, like human bedposts, and the warm ghost of breath makes him strain upwards until pale fingers hold his hips ready, probably because she was witness to what happened last time. At odds with her manner on this night, Perrie licks him like she’s giving him a choice, to say what’s too much and that’s sweet of her, but he’s starting to think nothing will ever reach that height, not when Taylor can bite her lip unawares and the lipstick stain left on her pearly white tooth has him desperately beckoning her forward. She slumps inelegantly by his side in her haste to help and he releases an ankle to curl his fingers over Taylor’s wrist.
“Do you - do you want - ah!” he shudders as Perrie sits cross-legged on the flat end of the seat and sucks the head of his dick into her mouth, preamble abandoned, “Bloody hell, babe! Warn a guy, yeah?”
He watches her hand crawl up his thigh then she pulls off with a smooch and grabs Taylor’s other hand, tugging her that way instead. Louis lets her go in fear of them dislocating her shoulders and his eyes widen as Perrie whispers in her ear too quietly for him to hear and Taylor nods in reply. He stretches his neck to look behind him and his heart picks up speed after a terrifying, rollercoaster drop. In the distraction of Taylor coming to his aid as well, he’d completely missed the sounds of kissing. Although by the looks of things, it’s not a slick, passionate kiss for his girlfriend and their mutual friend. Eleanor and Danielle giggle through soft pecks, a hand buried in each other’s hair and Louis tries to reach higher on their bodies, to be a part of it. When they glance and notice, they pull his hands to curve around the tender backs of their knees and he feels their twin shivers from the ticklish spots. He’s unintentionally trapped and stretched taut as Taylor hesitantly lowers her blonde head next to Perrie’s and two tongues try to lick him. He squeezes Eleanor and Danielle, but once they see what’s going on, there’s approving murmurs and stroking at his face, gently holding his chin down to keep him looking at what they’re doing and a cushion stuffed behind the back of his neck with no escape. He moans and bends off the seat with his back, the only point of contact not being held, as Perrie stops and presents the phone that Taylor handed to her again, leaving her to run her tongue all up the length of his erection. It’s obscenely innocent until she turns her eyelashes down and slides her mouth around the tip, slowly but assuredly sucking him in and then it’s just obscene. Her lips are a red slash on the flushed pink of his cock and next to the pale, flawless skin of her face but right in the moment he’s reminded of Eleanor and has a feeling that makes his breath hitch painfully in his chest that he won’t be coming from this alone. He wants fingers or just something and a blush rises to his cheeks because he can’t ask that of Taylor, so he almost sags with grateful relief for a second before arching into the touch as Eleanor reads his mind (body) and tweaks a nipple sharply, his cock nudging further into Taylor’s mouth. He’s about to apologise but stops short as her eyelashes bat and the snick of a fake camera shutter takes his attention away from his short embarrassment and returns to Perrie.
His gaze fixates on the camera until he decides he can live without the prod of fingers if he gets to have that instead. It’s a struggle though as Eleanor and Danielle delight in flooding him with quick, unpredictable pain and an overload of endorphins as the soft, exploratory suction on his dick and the rough treatment to his chest collides and he’s holding his hand out to Perrie, demanding the phone with silent urgency. He thinks he might even pull a lock of her hair and a gasping giggle permeates the air before she gives it up easily, biting his wrist as he moves it back towards himself.
He catches a glimpse of his body through the screen. It’s like looking into a magnifying glass because Taylor appears closer than she is before he reaches down and smoothes her fringe, her image pristine except for the off-kilter look to her mouth and rose coloured heat to her cheeks. His hand becomes instantly bigger and suddenly he’s not sure he can stand to look anymore, the camera zoomed in so far he can see the wet of saliva at the corner of her lips if he stares hard enough. But as usual the girls have a different opinion and he groans as Eleanor’s thumb slides onto his tongue, keeping his head in place. Danielle holds his elbow and presses into his newest tattoo crooked inside the slim space and he gasps through sucking greedily on Eleanor’s skin when it’s clear which she chose as a pressure point. Instead of making him jerk and thrash in hurt, he melts boneless into the furniture but his eyes are skittish.
He can’t help but ruin Taylor’s lipstick with his aborted thrusts that she picks up anyway, bobbing her head onto him faster and leaving smudged rings of waxy colour behind. He makes another noise, more vocal even with things like fingers and lips in the way, as she pushes him closer to his second orgasm whilst he imagines Eleanor buying something brighter to try exactly this sometime. He holds Taylor’s head steady with a choked off, little “please, Taylor, please, oh god,” as the friction builds and Perrie smiles at the view, curled up on the floor next to her with her hands suspiciously absent and Louis feels he may be close after all.
She sucks on him harder and he’s croaking a warning that his plea seems to have worked when she pulls away cleanly with a big breath and Eleanor’s moving from licking his chest with her nose nuzzled into the patch of hair to her hand squeezing the root of him and her palm curved tight against his balls, tight enough to wrench him back from the brink of what they’ve worked him up to and now cruelly don’t want him to have.
“Not yet, baby.” she says, “Gonna make it feel so good for you,”
“It was,” he whines, eyebrows furrowed in frustration, “she was doing good,”
Eleanor sits up again and she and Danielle exchange a look over Louis’ head. “Hmm, you are the surprise package. Come here.”
Taylor blinks at them, just as confused as Louis as to why they’d stop her there, but moves so they swap places. He feels a tad awkward as his head rests on her thigh as she glides in behind him on the seat then grins at the sight of her smeared lipstick and dazed look in her eye.
She shakes her head, “Tell no one,” but her mouth is quirked and he’s left wondering what she thinks when she makes that face at the paparazzi for a posh red carpet do.
Suddenly, there’s something weight in his hand and he looks down, realising he’s still got the phone and that Eleanor is sat flanked by Danielle and Perrie on their feet. He gulps down the anticipation as Eleanor’s hands disappear but nothing crosses her face so he’s fairly certain she’s not touching herself and is proved right a moment later. He wishes he wasn’t as she unzips her suitcase stuffed beneath the chaise and brandishes a thin, plastic shape and a tube. That’s not for him, he thinks with a growl as the little voice in his head is already pining to feel it sink him and his voice cracks in surprise when hands grip his thighs and yank him further down the seat so his legs hang off the end. Taylor shuffles over to resume her position as chief hair smoother and face stroker, dipping quick as lightning to catch his lips at the same time as his legs are folded into his chest, a mouth pursed wetly at his hole with a followed giggle. His dick twitches but Eleanor watches him like a hawk and kneels at the side, wiggling a hand over to get it in a vice grip that brooks no argument. He’s breathing heavier and his pulse feels like it’s everywhere, including the idea that he can feel Taylor’s from her thigh into the back of his neck. Done with telling him what’s coming next, Perrie stretches his legs and moves low so they drape down her back, tendrils of her ridiculous hair visible as her fingers part his arse and she licks fearlessly at his hole. He clenches against the feeling, but it only makes her murmur encouragingly and he locks eyes with Danielle as she looms above him, his face aflame.
She crouches, pressing the tip of Eleanor’s vibrator onto his pink, bitten mouth and Louis dissolves into silence, parting his lips with eyebrows pinched. He sees her bite her own then touch his eyebrows to try and soothe the aggravated lines.
His throat goes tight as she whispers, “As wet as you like because this is going nowhere near us. S’all for you, babe,”
His body flops uselessly on a whimper as Perrie retreats, her head popping up in line with the phone crushed against his hand and her smile wicked. He opens his mouth to talk with words, forgetting the cool slide of plastic obstructing his way and pushing in more when Danielle sees her chance, watching him take it lest he choke. The transition to Perrie standing and Eleanor bending over his groin is seamless and he gasps as Perrie’s hands close around Taylor’s on his head, taking her under their wing and directing how they see fit.
“Keep sucking, yeah,” she praises into his sweaty temple, “keep watching your girl sucking your dick, her lips around your lovely cock, making you feel it because you need it, yeah?”
“Plmmph,” he nods fervently, his sucking rhythm slipping in a loss of coordination as Eleanor rubs the vein on the underside of his cock back and forth with her flattened tongue.
She plucks the phone from him, too busy mewling and struggling to keep his eyes from closing at the increasing familiarity of Eleanor’s fingers as they trace his rim like a promise. He sucks harder on the turned off vibrator in case it’ll lead to that being fulfilled and breathes hard through his nose as Perrie shifts awkwardly, her ribcage moving as she sits down in front of him with her knees drawn up. In contrast to her hair, her underwear is pastel pink and his hooded eyes are fixed on the wet spot between her pale legs when she raises the phone to her face and snaps a picture and then two.
“Aren’t you a pretty boy,” she coos, showing him what she took, “with your hollowed cheeks and your mouth tight around El’s vibe, fuck, I’ll be right back,”
She hurriedly tosses her dress over her head and flees out the door, her bare feet the last Louis sees of her before Taylor moves his back to Eleanor and he hears Danielle tell her a quiet “good girl,”. Everything is perfect before Eleanor pulls off and Louis’ halfway through groaning his displeasure at being stopped again when she tugs at his cock fast and filthy and he’s coming with a sudden garbled shout around the vibrator Danielle keeps firmly in his mouth. He dirties his stomach and her knuckles with fresh come, a finger pushing into the forming bruise on his inner thigh so that they’re still touching as she licks her skin clean.
“Aw, I missed it!” a voice says and they all turn to Perrie in her hastily zipped, slightly askew dress and her hands behind her back, “Doesn’t matter, we’re not gonna stop now, are we?”
She heads straight for Louis and moves her arms out from behind her back. His eyes widen.
“Why should El have all the fun eh? Guess who’s?” she says, tapping the tip of another vibrator with a fingernail, “Yeah, that’s right, s’mine. Open up, gorgeous,”
His eyes roll into the back of his head as he complies, Eleanor taking Perrie out of her dress again as she watches her feed him the second vibrator, stretching his lips wide until not even a hair’s breadth can fit. He wriggles despite himself, Taylor’s careful hands and the thrusting plastic not enough already and keens when someone - he’s beginning to lose track of who and when and how - leans over and pats his arse, squeezing his cheeks and rubbing at his saliva-slick hole until he’s planting his feet on the edge of the chaise and trying to push down against the feeling. He’s horrified as tears spring to his eyes and, as Taylor kisses them away, he muses wildly that he can’t possibly come again and definitely not so soon.
“God, I’ve got cock envy right now,” one of them says and Eleanor freezes on a memory before she eases one vibrator out of Louis’ mouth and walks away with it.
She’s in his eye line as she slicks it with lube and his body tries to send his blood south in reaction but it’s weakened and he feels himself barely change from the sticky, softened state as she kneels and draws the length of the vibrator along the cleft of his arse, shivering and clenching against the cold wetness and aching to warm it up. He hasn’t had anything inside him properly since Eleanor’s fingers, but the vibrator is rigid and unyielding as she pushes the tip through and waits for him to adjust. Perrie leaves his side too and he can’t find the strength to make a joke anymore as she clicks with her phone and tucks her fingers into the waist of her knickers to feel some sort of tempting nearby pressure. He’d gladly give her the press of something if the itch wasn’t hulking in the corner of the room, goading him to try and stop.
He forgets that he wants to when a few more inches of toy fills him up and then comes the pièce de résistance - Eleanor grasps the end with thumb and forefinger to switch the damn thing on. She holds his hips pre-emptively into the seat and, with that taken away from him, he grabs for whatever’s available as the first buzz rockets up his spine, which happens to be a handful of Taylor’s dress falling over her knees. The material is delicate in his palm but he crushes it carelessly and moans high around the other vibrator lying prone in his mouth. It feels too much like the itch and he tries to thrash around before Eleanor prods and wiggles and the toy grazes his prostate. That’s like a constant crumbling of his nerve endings and he’s fairly certain he’s gripping Taylor’s knee as well as her rumpled dress, but no one’s complaining or stopping him so he assumes it doesn’t matter.
He’s wriggling valiantly under their hands and Eleanor fucking him with her toy when Danielle bears down on his sternum with her hand, where the arch of his spine is to force him flat, and his cock leaks tellingly. He turns his head on Taylor’s thigh but tries to follow their movements with his eyes, his unmoving lips split with the taste of Perrie’s vibrator and he chases it, his head nearly falling from Taylor’s gentle grip, as Danielle pulls it out with a wet pop amidst a disgruntled moan that turns into a purr as Eleanor fucks him quick and shallow with the other to make up for that loss and twists it out to catch against the rim of his hole.
“Come on, up,” she decides, smacking his arse lightly to get him to notice more than the pleasure clouding his brain.
Too wobbly to stand and too much like dead weight for the girls to carry again, Louis crawls as they move to the unused bed. He aims to sit but Eleanor shakes her head, catching him by the neck to kiss him softly and have him facing her remaining on his hands and knees as someone shoves a pillow under his belly, simultaneously brushing his renewing cock and keeping it torturously in this position. He rolls his hips but just about stops himself planting face first into the sheets as a hand pushes his arse to raise it higher in the air. He’s open and vulnerable and has probably never looked less put together in his life, but they don’t stare without touching him for long.
The first touch that he can’t see comes with lips on the warm nape of his neck, sticky with lipstick and he’s only a little bit comforted when Taylor gets on the bed so it can’t be her. There’s a giggle and he shivers as Perrie kisses him there again in answer to his question, sensitive from the fire rolling down his back as she tucks a finger into his arse to test him. Hyperaware, it feels a little different from plastic, textured and real and people move in unexpected ways.
“What are we going to do?” she asks, “He’s still strung so tight,”
“There’s, um - ” Eleanor starts shyly, “ - some other stuff in my bag? Would you like that, Lou?”
They gesture her over there quickly and Louis leans his cheek onto the bed as she heaves a rucksack onto the vacated chaise, her expression noting with a curl of satisfaction the mess they made with lube on the seat and the odd drip of come. A speechless silence descends on the room once she reveals what other tricks are in her hand luggage.
“Christ,” Perrie chuckles.
“Wow,” Danielle blinks.
Even Louis can laugh nervously as Taylor never ceases her stroking of his wild hair in a determined fashion, perhaps not entirely ready to acknowledge that what’s in Eleanor’s hands is in fact a harness in one and a dildo in the other.
“We, uh, tried it once.” she explains, her eyes softening as she looks at Louis stooped with Perrie leaning over him and he swallows anxiously, “It was going to be a surprise if things went well with the gig and after we went out to dinner.”
He closes his eyes as he remembers the itch in full force that night but his denial still turned up to eleven, neglecting dinner and forcing himself to calm with DVD watching and snuggling with his girlfriend. He had no idea of her plan and he pushes his arse back onto Perrie now, a sense of wanting to make things right.
“You don’t have to,” she smiles fondly.
Her eyebrows shoot into her messy, wavy hairline as he moans “please, El,” and Perrie drops a kiss to his shoulderblade, slipping a second finger into him because Eleanor is too many feet away. He gets the distinct feeling that she’s enjoying this, past the point of preparation and curious to see him fall apart. Eleanor nods assent and makes sure Louis can see her as she fits both parts together and wiggles into the harness like its silk lingerie. Perrie kisses down his spine, pink lipstick no doubt like light prints of lovebites on his skin and her hands spread him open as, arranged over Taylor’s lap with his forehead pressed hard into the bed, Louis pushes his arse up closer onto Perrie’s tongue because X marks the spot, matching the rosy pink of his hole. She kneads his buttocks in her fingers as she goes, mapping the firm, golden roundness of each cheek whilst, across the room, Danielle helps Eleanor slick her plastic cock and Louis inhales sharply as he watches the two girls by the bed, little quick flicks and swirls of Perrie’s tongue changing to sucks as she reacts to the tightening of his muscles. It’s a common fantasy for a guy to have, beautiful women touching each other wearing very little clothing, but the reason why they’re doing that has his heart more like a jackhammer in his chest and his stomach falling through the floor in a shade of guilty arousal than any pornography could hope for.
Idly watching them as his insides constrict, he’s shocked into his threadbare voice again by Perrie’s rocking fingers, as she licks around them to keep it wet and his body malleable as the noises she’s unashamedly making for his benefit vibrate against his skin before she takes her fingers away and sees him clench around nothing, holding him open with her thumb then plunging them back in. He welcomes the tight feel of being filled repeatedly but also stretched and his spine curves as she picks an abandoned vibrator and sets the tip against his bones, dragging it to the dip of his back, exaggerated by the presented swell of his arse.
“Shit, can I just - ?” she asks incoherently, grabbing Taylor’s wrists.
She squeaks in surprise, but quiets as Perrie simply shows her to hold him exposed before something bigger than fingers is prodding at his hole. He frowns as its girth feels wider than a single vibrator and Louis grips onto Eleanor’s hand as it comes to curl on top of his. She’s smiling when he manages to lift his head from the bed for a moment, kissing the straight bridge of his nose lightly as she rests Perrie’s phone in front of him. He hadn’t even realised that there were more pictures and the sense of danger has him quivering and fucking himself back onto whatever is bigger than a vibrator but still isn’t Eleanor inside. He half wonders if they decided that Danielle should take over that when he blinks at the picture on the screen and his brain understands what his eyes are telling them a second later - his arse hugging at least half each of two thin, shiny vibrators coated in enough lube to leave his thighs sticky. He hides his face in the sheets as he gasps a nonsensical whimper and Eleanor’s finger traces his burning ears, her lips close to one as she speaks.
“You look so hot right now, Lou, so beautiful. Need you to tell me what will finish the job, baby,”
He shakes his head because she knows, it’s obvious, but in an instant every toy and every touch completely disappears to leave him trembling. The itch is somehow worse because it returns tenfold and with an uncomfortable pain, sharpness in the side that makes him double over for a less pleasurable reason.
“Come on,” she coaxes, as Perrie reaches between his knees to hold his dick tight like a cock ring, “Louis, do you want it? I’m ready for you but you have to say it, okay? Is it bad? Gonna give you what you want, make you feel so good. Say it.”
He makes a noise like it’s being dragged out him, kicking and screaming and then, “Please,” he cries, getting the sheets wet under his face as a tear slips through his eyelashes and he feels a twinge of regret as he tugs on Taylor’s dress once more, “please, fuck, El - fuck me, please,”
“You’re so pretty,” she murmurs, holding his chin up with one hand and smoothing his hair back with the other, refusing to wipe his face, “I know you want it now, gonna make it better, I promise,”
“Please,” he echoes again in a small voice muffled in the bed, needy but pliant from the sheer bombardment of stimuli.
Kneeling behind him, he inhales as finally she enters him. It’s careful but confidently buried to the hilt in no time because he’s been teased to within an inch of his life. He feels hands on his arse forcing him down and his knees give out without much of a fight, taking Eleanor with him to sprawl onto his back at an angle that’s deep and directly where his body craves the attention most. She squeezes his biceps, her breath warm at the space at the back of his neck, and grinds her hips down hard. That and the semi-collapsed heap they find themselves in is apparently enough and Louis closes his eyes as his cock kicks up against the pillow and wetness spreads out from beneath his front, his third orgasm wrenched out unexpectedly to splash his ribs. Eleanor inevitably encounters a slight resistance as he clamps down around the dildo and she scrambles onto her knees again.
“Fuck,” she breathes, awed, “Did you just - ?”
He groans, hoping that’ll do as a response, quivering when she forgoes pulling out, job done, to carry on anyway. He can hear her soft instructions to the others but can’t place the words for them to make sense, only aware of hands pushing his thighs together and Eleanor sitting back with her cock still there. She goes even slower now that he’s come so early into it because she must know that he’s frazzled at the edges of his mind, circling her hips and pulling at his arse to show the point where her cock impales him to everyone who dares look, but Louis’ not here for that, so he reaches for her and connects with her knee, trailing his fingers in with the intention of slipping between her slender thighs before he touches her cock and his hand comes away slick.
“Not - not enough,” he explains, panting, his voice hoarse like his throat’s been fucked, “God, harder, El, just - ”
He’s not expecting her to withdraw and his whine of protest turns into a high sob as her fingers replace her cock, crooking to instantly jab at the spot that has him writhing instead of thinking he can boss them around at all. A hand strikes his arse too, a slap that ricochets off the walls, and it stings with metal, the ring on Danielle’s finger scraping the skin. The addition of such a reprimand shoots into him like a lightning bolt and has his body briefly crumpling, squeezing the cock between his cheeks, before he falls on his side to make room for Eleanor sliding into his space on her back, her shoulders propped against the pillows. With a deep breath in, he gathers strength to kneel and sways there for a moment because he’s seemingly lost brain function on how to get from A to B. Here, he’s knelt inches from Taylor’s face and their eyes meet fuzzily. He’s soft and messy, but he’s always been a sucker for pretty eyes and a mischievous mouth except Danielle turns him away before he can so much as think about it, fitting herself behind Louis with her hands on his sweaty torso and a giggle that they share. She throws his leg over Eleanor as she wiggles horizontally underneath him, her hand wrapped around her cock and his mouth falling slack as Danielle presses him down until his arse is cradled by the slightly flared edge of the dildo.
Eleanor picks up her rhythm and whilst it’s hot that her slippery strokes so easy and comfortable now that he feels the whole length of her fucking into him, he knows that she’s working up to making him feel more overwhelmed than ever, so much that he can’t speak. He takes to riding her like a duck to water, trying to fuck himself on her cock in harsh slams that shake the bed and almost shake her body, his breath coming in shorter gasps before she yanks him down by the back of the neck into a harsh kiss so that her cock thrust into him on an acute angle and the harness fits right against her clit. He flails slightly on instinct to stop himself from crushing her with his full weight and his palm lands on her bra, feeling how her nipple pebbles behind the fabric. She licks her lips and they each grip a side of one another for balance as her hips keep working and she pulls his hand inside to cup her breast. Soft flesh under his fingers, he lets the other girls grab him by the hips to direct things, his body giving way and his cheek nuzzling into Taylor’s hand as she strokes his face.
“God, I wish I could feel how tight you are for real,” Eleanor blurts out in a confession, eyes wide and bright as she clasps Louis to her chest.
“We’ve ruined you so much you could fit another dick in there,” Perrie adds, bemused whilst also attempting to sound gleeful.
He tries to laugh, especially incredulous and flattered at the sight of her on the empty side of the bed, touching herself with a grin, when Danielle is behind him again and a low throb presses into his back. Obviously spotting her over his shoulder, Eleanor slows her agile movements almost to a stop to accommodate them as Danielle’s teeth scratch his neck.
“Remember this?” she singsongs and Louis stares down into Eleanor’s face as the vibrator touches his stretched rim.
His arse draws together and his cock drags on Eleanor’s smooth, flat stomach as his hips jerk forward and they both moan a little when precome seeps out. She lays there as he chases friction for himself, despite his head screaming at him not to, and he grips tighter at Eleanor’s waist once Danielle makes her move, her palm on the end of the vibrator that she cheekily holds him open for. It’s all the way in when she dares to turn it on and Louis’ fingers curl into shaky fists on Eleanor’s torso as he withstands wave after wave of the toy, edging closer to snapping, until there’s a sudden stinging at his arse again.
“Fuck!” he yelps, grasping at Taylor’s thigh to steady himself from the force of it before he tries to whip his head round to look at her, “What the hell was that for?! Does Liam know you have these, ah - tendencies, Dani?”
“No,” she replies sweetly then pitches her voice right next to his ear, “he doesn’t need them.”
He’s biting his lip and wiggling his arse like he’s sent to try her will before Perrie cuts across them as she is wont to do. “Oh, what’s this?”
With the purr of the vibrator against the solid surface of Eleanor’s cock keeping the itch at bay, Louis’ eyelashes are still fluttering as everyone else stops what they’re doing and turns their heads to regard her. She’s holding what looks to be another harness from the rucksack (“I wanted a choice, like I was bringing shoes,” Eleanor shrugs) and Louis moans, shifting greedily whilst Perrie’s eyes take on even more sparkle if that’s possible and she trots back to them with her fingers through the straps, holding it and its accompanying little friend to her hips. Louis nearly swallows his own tongue as she climbs onto the bed and plants her feet either side of Eleanor’s waist, facing Louis with her new appendage before she kneels.
“Remember how it was,” she starts, scrunching his damp hair through her fingers, “to have two vibes in your tight little hole,”
He hears Eleanor huff a giggling curse, wanting to roll his eyes fondly because he knows Perrie’s doing this for kicks even if he’s not certain where this’ll end. Danielle is behind him and he leans onto her to see what she’ll do, biting his lip as she places her hand flat across his forehead and pulls him into the spread V of her smooth, long legs until he’s almost slipping off Eleanor but the vibrator is wedged under him and going nowhere, causing his eyes to roll and not in unimpressed sarcasm.
“Would you want this?” Perrie continues mercilessly, swiping the dry tip of the second dildo on his thigh. Eleanor’s is flesh coloured, but this is pinker and alarmingly the same next to the flushed tip of Louis’ as it reappears through his foreskin by Danielle’s hand lightly around him. “Two cocks inside you at the same time? We’ve stretched you good now, right? You wanna watch Taylor suck my cock, babe? Dan, can you hold him up?”
Hair tickles Louis’ neck as Danielle agrees and lifts him by his hips, his body a curve between her and his girlfriend as she mutters about him being “light as a feather” and he strains to curl in on himself with something he doesn’t view as a compliment.
“It’s hot,” she reassures him, setting her shoulder underneath his head as Perrie swings towards a fidgety Taylor, “I know how to be held, you see, being a dancer. It’s not all strength, its technique too.”
He twitches; whimpering needily, as Taylor slowly opens her mouth to wet the dildo. She’s less concerned with how she sits and Danielle’s touches that gentle into nothing frustrate Louis until the peek of Taylor’s surprisingly fancy knickers has him extending a hand. He hears a chorus of consent and rocks forward out of Danielle’s grip, his finger tracing Taylor’s clit as Eleanor’s hands fly to his waist and dig in hard enough to leave the bruises that are faked on his spine through Perrie’s lipstick as she starts fucking him once more in earnest. His gaze switches to her in a panic but she simply bites her lip and moves in counterpoint to his rubbing, his eyes straying back to red smeared again on a cock but one that isn’t his.
“Oh my god, you’re good,” Perrie praises Taylor, pulling away. It’s shiny with saliva and she looks expectantly at Danielle after sending Louis a cheeky wink, “I think you should wear it. I’ve had my fun.”
“Yeah?”
“What guy wouldn’t want to be sandwiched between his girlfriend and her friend, fucked on their cocks like a little slut,”
Danielle shakes her head, “You’re something else, Pez,” and pushes Louis until he flops onto Eleanor and she can untangle their legs.
“Sorry,” he mumbles.
“Whatever you need,” she says, kissing him deep and lingering to show that there really are no hard feelings for where he puts himself in this mêlée and he laughs a little because it’s quite ridiculous to be apologising now.
The next time Danielle’s near, she’s peering round to get a good look at his face and putting a hand on his ribs for a way to get something to push against should she need it, but most of what Louis notices is the slick of yet more lube as she rides the curve of his arse with her new extra bit, all the way up to the dips either side of his spine. He manages to get in a quip about having some idea how these girls feel about morning wood before Danielle slips the switched off vibrator from him and slides up against Eleanor’s cock with her own. Everything’s slowed again, including what feels like time itself, but that’s alright. He feels full of a lot of things, the obvious and then the abstract like love and affection and that they really are here to help, except maybe Eleanor, who seems to have harboured a fascination to try something like this for a second time and what a second time it is.
It’s hard to breathe even when hoping to remain calm and less so when Danielle licks at his earlobe and he shivers down to his toes. Before long, he’s bouncing back against her as much as he can with Eleanor teasing what’s closest to his balls and the thickness of both them a perfect target to hit his prostate. Sat astride his girlfriend, he nuzzles into Danielle’s cheek and arches, his arse taking them in then tightening as he relaxes his posture, his hips moving with the rhythm and satisfaction blossoming on his face as Eleanor puts two fingers in her mouth. The only thing better would be more kisses - for him, between them, he doesn’t really care at this point - so maybe he’s entirely too enthusiastic when Eleanor and Danielle both do the next best thing and fit a finger each into his mouth. If it weren’t such a primal moment, he might worry that he has an oral fixation or worse, but he’s got dildos in his arse and real hands at his lips so he clings to what’s innately him, rolling with the punches.
“Can you bend over for me?” Danielle asks, not taking her finger away as she brings a hand around to the rise of his tummy, using the leverage to try and properly fuck him in more than tiny increments. “You’re not bad on the flexibility either, are you?”
He grins around his mouthful, Eleanor’s other arm crossing her chest and Danielle’s clamped on his stomach, moaning when Danielle goes a little faster until it’s almost like being fucked on one cock, if it wasn’t for his hole stretched over another length as Eleanor keeps him open. As a dancer, Danielle’s got a fair amount of stamina too and he’s left clinging to them as she takes and takes, breathing louder as she works up a sweat and wipes her hot face into the strong space between his shoulder and neck.
He’s got his hand on top of the one across his belly, her fingers flexing teasingly, as Eleanor, moving in a softer fashion of the two so as not to hurt him, trails her wet fingers onto his chest. Danielle’s cock is snapping harder and he’s nearly close enough to lead Eleanor into a kiss when she pinches a nipple sharp and quick. He bucks, his mouth in a thin line as he presses his lips together to deny the shocked squeal, but Danielle smacks his arse and then they’re both doing it, giggling as he helplessly writhes and growls, indignant that they’d be so cruel when he’s that sensitive to touch.
He decides he’s done with it all when Perrie snaps another picture and shows Taylor with a murmured, “best one yet, yeah?” and then there are hands around his cock. Somehow he must be hard because whilst it feels like too much to bear, there’s also still a note of pleasure there as their thumbs rub over the slit. He comes, folded in the middle of cocks and hands and his nipples and one arse cheek as pink as the dildo. Barely a dribble, almost dry and exhausting, but they crow in delight and pepper him with kisses when it happens so it’s rather worth it, despite his vision swimming and his body and mind not entirely his own.
They take pity on him soon after that, waiting until the tremors stop to slowly and carefully pull him off their cocks and let him fall onto the bed. He’s drowsy but winces as he lands on the side that’s smarting from slaps and means to roll over, to say thank you, to say that he hoped it worked.
***
He means to but doesn’t get the chance as the next time he opens his eyes it’s still dark outside but it’s only him and Eleanor in the room. He shifts, trying to get comfortable before recognising the softness of his girlfriend’s now bare breast underneath his cheek.
“Hey sleepyhead.”
He kisses her there chastely before leaning up to catch her mouth, pulling her down until she can fit against his chest instead. “Where’d they go?”
She laughs, getting her hands beneath her to lift herself up so she can look down at his face, “Back to their rooms, of course. You were out for a while and they had disappeared from the party. Don’t worry, I wi-fi’d the pictures off Perrie’s phone onto mine before she left. Just to be sure.”
As she kisses him again, a peck that stalls but doesn’t really go anywhere either, Louis can say that he feels sated and peaceful for the first time in weeks. He licks his lips and murmurs contentment as she pulls away, hand burying in her tangled hair to keep her where she is.
“So. Taylor then. Taylor, Taylor Swift.” he smiles with an eyebrow wiggle, wrapping his arms around Eleanor’s slim frame to flop her onto him, “I’m gonna have to carry around the secret for the rest of my life that she gives good head.”
She pats his chest. “Just like Dani helped me fuck you and Perrie’s a naughty little minx. I’m sure you’ll cope.”
“I think my wank bank’s filled for weeks, months, years, even.”
“Lou,” she says quietly as the joking fades and their eyes meet, “how’re you feeling, really?”
He takes in a deep breath then lets it out, figuring he owes it to her to think properly and be honest. He aches, but it’s an okay ache, especially since the itch isn’t lurking below. It’s gone. He lets his grin shine.
“I’m really, really good, babe. Although you’re missing something...”
She looks perplexed but plays along as usual as he positions her to straddle him. “I don’t really have a dick, Lou, you do know that don’t you? I haven’t sent you insane from the cock?”
“Ha,” he says flatly, shaking his head as his mouth falls into a smirk and he pushes her to move further up his chest, “No, you’re missing a thank you gift for being the best girlfriend in the world, doing what you did for me and making it work. Later we can go anywhere and do anything you want, but will you give me one last thing?”
“Haven’t I given you enough?” she jokes feebly, scrambling to hold herself above him as he hooks his fingers to pull her underwear aside and flicks his tongue out towards her clit. “Oh. Oh well now you mention it, this is fine by me, to be honest. I don’t mind give - giving you that.”
The grin around his eyes, crinkling the corners, says it all. As much as he’s thankful and plans to thoroughly show his girlfriend the true depth of his gratitude (and let the other ladies know too, with words and hugs), he knows one thing is for certain.
It's good to be back.
fin.