Spark of Intent

by Harper Wylde

  “If you need me to stop for any reason, just say the word.” She nodded her understanding, her breath already hitching.

  Rubbing my hand over her center once more, I pressed with my middle finger, applying more pressure to her clit as I worked her up. When her body relaxed, pressing into my movements, I pulled back and let my hand slip under her panties. I felt the dampness that already coated the underwear against my knuckles as I slipped my fingers over her pussy, groaning at the trimmed, nearly bare feel of her.

  Gliding my fingers across her sex, I teased in light circles around her clit, making her rock and strain for a more direct touch. Her thighs spread as I worked my knee between her legs, opening her to me.

  I kept her on the edge, building her pleasure as she writhed from my intimate massage. Every time she tried to shift to change where I touched her, I stopped, eliciting frustrated groans from her.

  Nipping her ear, I expressed my desire to her in a low murmur, “Good girls hold still and take what they’re given.” My cock throbbed as she whimpered, inhaling deeply to calm herself, working to follow orders.

  Sweetly tormenting her, I finally flicked my fingers directly over her clit, watching her body buck as she cried out. She was so incredibly responsive to my touch. Winding her tighter, her body coiled, ready to explode—ready to give into my demands. Propping myself up, I watched every pleasurable expression cross her gorgeous face, leaning over her to capture her lips with mine. Sweeping my fingers down, I circled her entrance, giving her plenty of time to realize what my objective was—and stop me if she was uncomfortable. When she simply rocked into my hand, I couldn’t restrain myself any longer and I slowly stretched her, sliding two fingers into her tight, wet heat. I worshipped her, catching the moans she released with my mouth while I pulled my fingers back out of her, curling them to perfectly drag against her g-spot. Her pussy flexed, squeezing my fingers in a tight grip.

  Learning Nix’s body was beyond a doubt my new favorite pastime. I pumped my fingers in and out of her, spiraling her higher until I knew she was teetering on the edge of an explosive, all-consuming orgasm. Pulling back, I watched her face as I thrust my fingers into her body once more, rubbing her clit with my thumb at the same time I toyed with her g-spot. A keening cry flew from her lips as she surrendered her pleasure to me, flying apart as she arched against my body in complete bliss. The pulsing of her core had me wishing I was buried deep inside of her, sharing in her intense release.

  I peppered kisses down her neck as she returned to earth.

  “Oh my fucking God.” Nix exclaimed, an aftershock wracking her body in a satisfied shiver.

  I chuckled, pulling my hand from her and bringing her essence to my mouth. I sucked the delicious taste of her from my fingers, and she rolled over to watch, her eyes already growing heavy in the aftermath just like I’d been aiming for.

  “Sleep now, Nix. I’m right here with you.” Brushing my mouth over hers one last time, I let her get a taste of herself on my lips, nipping at the bottom one as we settled down into the mattress together.

  As sleep claimed her, she mumbled, “Thank you, Hiro.” I played with her hair as she drifted off, content to hold her for the rest of the night, keeping her safe in my embrace.

  Twenty-Nine

  Nix

  “Good morning, beautiful.” Hiro’s voice was rough from sleep, his lips soft as they brushed across my cheek. I smiled and stretched, letting warmth seep into my muscles and enjoying the sensation of Hiro playing with my hair.

  “Sleep well?” My voice was still husky, though I could probably blame part of that on Hiro’s body pressing so tightly against my side. I wanted to squirm under his ministrations as he moved from twirling my hair around his fingers and massaging my scalp to skimming his fingers up and down the sensitive skin of my throat. A pur rippled in my chest as I turned further into his hand, enjoying the sensations that both soothed and excited.

  “With you next to me? Of course I did. The question is, did you?”

  “Yes, actually. With you next to me, I was finally able to actually get some sleep.” My lip found its way between my teeth as I tried to hold back a smile, realizing how true my words had been and what a milestone I’d accomplished just by sleeping in Hiro’s arms without having any triggers.

  “Good girl.” Hiro stopped the stroking, his hand resting on my collarbone as he leaned down to brush his lips slowly against mine. The kisses were slow and sweet, as languid as we were. I moaned, arching into him, my body heating under his teasing touches. “Beautiful.” He murmured the endearment absentmindedly before taking my mouth with his again, deepening the kiss when I eagerly opened my mouth for him. I loved the feel of his tongue ring as his tongue tangled with mine.

  “Well, isn’t this a sexy sight. My two favorite people in one bed.” Ryder’s cocky voice had me pulling from Hiro so quickly I almost fell off the bed. Hiro’s sturdy hands caught me, and he sent me a wicked grin before turning towards Ryder. Hiro’s eyebrow arched, and his eyes twinkled as he raked his gaze over Ryder who was lounging in the doorway to the room, back against the frame, legs and arms crossed, a smirk on his lips as his heated eyes considered our compromising position.

  “If you’re going to be mouthy I think you can put it to better use over here.” Hiro’s husky voice pulled low in my stomach, and I nearly moaned at the order and the thought of them both with me in one bed.

  Ryder straightened slowly, but the smirk didn’t fade. “Is that an invitation? If so, I accept.” His tone was teasing as he winked at me.

  “Invitation, order. You’ll need to learn the difference. Come here, Ryder.” Hiro’s voice left no room for argument, the order definitive this time. Ryder froze for a moment, studying the pair of us, his eyes warring with Hiro’s before he strode forward after shutting the door and flipping the lock behind him. I sucked air in through my teeth, my body already thrumming at what I hoped was to come. Hiro’s eyes heated as he studied Ryder advancing on us, a small smirk curving the Ceraptor’s lips as he studied us.

  Ryder crawled onto the bed as Hiro and I pushed ourselves to a seated position. “You both looked a little lonely over here.”

  “I said I could put your mouth to better use.” Hiro’s voice was smoky as he leaned forward to stroke a finger down Ryder’s jaw. “I liked watching you kiss her before. Why don’t we start there?”

  I squeezed the sheet tightly in my fists as Ryder leaned forward, threading his fingers into my hair. “I don’t think I need an order for that one, Hiro. She was so sweet last time I didn’t want to let her go.”

  I yipped, completely startled, as Hiro hauled me into his lap, pressing me tightly against him. “I want a better view this time.”

  Ryder grinned, leaning over my shoulder to brush his lips along Hiro’s neck. “Oh, there will be plenty for you to view.” His lips grazing mine lightly, a tease of a kiss. They feathered over mine again, and again, until I arched into him, desperate for more. Hiro’s hand wrapped around the back of my neck, angling my mouth so that Ryder could deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding across my lips and into my mouth, teasing me with little flicks, his body just barely touching mine.

  He pulled away with a groan, and I tensed in Hiro’s hold, wanting to follow after him. “Is that all you’ve got for me? I thought you promised Hiro a show?” I barely recognized my voice. I needed his mouth on mine, needed a release from this pressure they were building inside of me. They both chuckled and Ryder’s grin was wicked, his lips swollen from mine.

  “Oh, there’s plenty for you. I just thought Hiro might like a little taste too.”

  “Of you or of me?” I ran my tongue across my lips, trying to draw him back to me, but equally wanting to see the two of them kiss once more.

  “Both.” His husky drawl was promising as he nuzzled my neck, and I groaned at the idea.

  “You like that idea? Of both of us getting a taste of him? I assure you I like that idea.” Hiro’s tongue curled around my ear, his teeth b
iting into my skin, a sharp nip before he soothed it. “I’ve imagined getting you into my bed, Nix, and sharing you with Ry.” His tongue continued its work, a gentle but persistent heat on my neck. “I’ve imagined you sharing him with me.” I moaned as that image burned itself into my brain. His mouth left my skin and I would have objected, but he grasped Ryder’s throat, pulling him forward, their mouths connecting just inches from my own.

  Part of me had wondered if I would feel left out when the three of us were in bed together. It was one thing to be the focus of all of these men, and while unnerving at times, it also provided a sense of power and control. Yet as I watched Hiro and Ryder kiss while their bodies pressed against mine, I didn’t feel left out in the slightest. It was so incredibly hot to watch them enjoy each other, to watch Hiro’s hand tighten on Ryder’s throat as he deepened the kiss, to feel Ryder’s body press into mine as he laved his tongue over Hiro’s. My hands shook as I reached up to stroke them underneath Ryder’s shirt; hot, hard flesh filled my hands.

  Ryder groaned into Hiro’s mouth, pulling away to bury his face in Hiro’s throat, his tongue and teeth working up the column with little nips and flicks as I massaged the hard muscles of Ryder’s stomach. Hiro clutched the back of Ryder’s head, holding him tightly and controlling where he licked and nipped, a moan rippling up his throat. I hesitated for a moment then tugged his shirt up. Ryder leaned back slightly while I lifted it over his head and let it fall in a heap to the floor before Hiro pulled him back in. I couldn’t resist a taste of him, not when he was spread out all golden in front of me, his mouth hot and hungry on Hiro. I closed my own mouth around the base of Ryder’s throat, biting down lightly as I flicked his skin with my tongue. He pulled away from Hiro’s throat, reaching back to hold me there.

  Hiro’s chuckle was dark as he pushed on us both, pulling my mouth from Ryder’s neck. We both groaned at the denial. “Want to try something different?” The grin he sent Ryder was positively wicked. Ryder nodded, his hands grasping my waist as he brushed another kiss over my mouth. Hiro pushed me forward slightly, stripping his own shirt off and tossing it next to Ryder’s. In a swift, controlled motion he pulled Ryder so that he straddled the both of us, leaning back into the headboard to help take the weight of both of us on his lap. I groaned at the sensation of being sandwiched between so much bare skin. The camisole I wore offered almost no coverage, letting me feel almost every inch of them. “Let me know if it gets to be too much.” The words were a murmur as Hiro brushed his fingers against my stomach, causing me to groan. He inched my camisole upwards, letting their hard stomachs pin me in. I could feel every etched line of them pressing against my abdomen and back and I leaned forward, biting into Ryder’s shoulder. He hissed at the bite of pain before moaning at the flick of my tongue.

  “Fuck, I love your mouth.” Ryder’s voice was a hiss.

  “Oh, she’s got a beautiful, talented mouth.” Hiro’s words were almost a caress. His hands stroked across Ryder’s back and over my stomach and sides. “There’s quite a bit I want to see her do with it. For now though, how about we see what we can do to her?”

  Ryder murmured his agreement, pulling my mouth off of him and meeting Hiro’s eyes, his expression hot and fevered. “What did you have in mind?”

  Hiro’s hands were slow as he grabbed Ryder’s hand in one of his, slowly bringing both between our body. I held my breath as the two of them eased their touch up my stomach in teasing strokes that had my abdomen tightening. Ryder groaned, apparently enjoying the feel of my skin as much as I enjoyed the feel of his. Hiro’s mouth found one side of my throat, and Ryder mimicked him. The sensation of both of their mouths on me at one time, Hiro nipping and biting, Ryder with gentle flicks, was almost too much for me. Their combined hands closed over my breast and I bucked, my stomach brushing against the hardness of Ryder. Hiro chuckled into my throat, his hand twining with Ryder’s as they explored together. I groaned as they flicked my nipple, rubbing as it hardened and squeezing the mounds of my breasts. Hiro’s hand guided and controlled Ryder’s as they teased me to the edge of distraction. Ryder’s breathing was ragged as his hand shaped me, his mouth active on my throat. My hands stroked over his pecs, familiarizing myself with his body. Using his free hand, Hiro cupped my other breast, his touch so different from the way he controlled Ryder’s hand on my other breast. He groaned, enjoying the feel of me writhing on top of him, both Ryder and I completely in his control.

  “Ryder, pull off of her.” His voice was husky and low. “Nix, are you willing to let us try our mouths on you?” I could have begged for that, nodding my enthusiasm. I had enjoyed Theo’s mouth on my body before, and I was thrilled at the idea of getting mine on theirs as well.

  Ryder paused for a moment, a slight blush mantling his cheeks as he shot me a cocky grin while he slid off of me, his feet hitting the floor. “You two taste damn good and are a way more fun way to spend my morning than what I had originally planned. I’m behind on school work though. I’m gonna duck out and let you finish without me.” Hiro and I sat shocked, staring after a fleeing Ryder.

  “Damn,” Hiro swore, cradling his head in his hands. “I hope I didn’t fuck things up.” I stroked my fingers through his hair, as I slid from the bed, scooping my robe off the floor as I hurried to follow.

  “Let me talk to him. It’s a big change in all of our relationships and we really haven’t talked it over. Maybe he’ll talk to me.” I headed out the door, making my way to Ryder’s room with his shirt in my hand. The house was silent around us, and I assumed almost everyone was still asleep or busy with their own morning projects.

  I knocked softly at his door, and a distracted voice called, “Come in.” Ryder was sitting stiffly at his desk, his chest still bare, mounds of books surrounding his chair and thrown haphazardly across his bed. Highlighters and post-it notes were on almost every available surface, covered in scribbles and arrows, reminders and medical jargon that had my head spinning.

  “Jesus, Ry. How do you focus in here?” The clutter scattered about his room made my head spin, and my hands itched to clean it up for him. The array of clashing colors from the books, notes, and papers strewn about his room was enough to make my head spin.

  Ryder sent me a sheepish grin, trying to stack up some books that were threatening to fall onto him. “Yeah, I get a little bit messy when I study. I tend to think in color. Every subject or date or name is a different color.” He shrugged, a little embarrassed if the color staining his cheeks and ears was any evidence.

  I smiled, trying to ease him a little bit. “I remember in color too. Not to this extent, maybe, but I use way too many highlighters when I’m studying.” I closed the door behind me, sliding books aside so I could sit on the corner of his bed. “You okay?” I kept the words light, my tone warm. I didn’t want him to think I was pushing for information he didn’t want to give, or that he had to talk if he would rather be alone.

  Ryder smiled, the blush brightening his dark skin. “Yeah. I’m okay. I’m sorry about that, Nix.”

  “Did I do something you didn’t like? Or did Hiro?” I knew this would be uncomfortable, but if this was what our relationship was going to be, we’d need to start having the hard talks. The relationship wouldn’t last if we let things get awkward. My own nerves were high and my stomach twisted with them. I was still very new to all of this and wasn’t sure if the things I liked were liked by everyone.

  “Fuck.” Ryder dropped his head into his hands as he spun his chair to face me. “Um, can you make sure your walls are up?” His eyes were pleading as he looked up at me. “I want to talk to you, and I know my brothers will understand, but I’d rather have this conversation with just you first.”

  “I get it.” I really did. This moment was for Ryder and me. Some of our moments would be as a group but some of our major growth would be while we worked on our relationships one at a time. I closed my eyes and focused on building my wall up and sealing it in place. When I opened them again, my gaze landed on
a nervous Ryder. “I just want to make sure we’re all comfortable and that we all enjoy our time together. I care about you.” Part of me wanted to claim him and the others right there, let him know how much his relationship meant to me, but I felt like that confession needed to be made to them all, not in a single conversation.

  “Nix.” My name was a plea, nearly an apology. “It had nothing to do with not enjoying it. I was enjoying it far more than I ever thought was possible. It’s just—” He trailed off, apparently lost for words before hopping out of his chair and pacing in jerky movements. “I’m a virgin, Nix.” The words simply burst from him, his back to me as he interlaced his hands behind his head.

  “Alright.” I tried to keep my tone calm and even. “I figured that out.” Ryder whirled, nearly falling over as he faced me.

  “You knew I was a virgin?” He gaped at me. “No one knew I was a virgin.”

  “You know I’m not experienced that way.” I kept my words neutral, not wanting to veer into an entirely separate conversation. “Does it bother you that I’m not skilled? That I’ll have questions and fears and insecurities?”

  “Of course not!” Ryder knelt at my feet, cradling my face in his hands. “I just want you, Nix. I don’t care about any of that.”

  “Then why are you holding yourself to a different standard?” I pushed at him, trying to get him to really listen to me. “Why is it alright for me to learn with all of you, and for you to have to run rather than talk to us?”

  “Well—” Ryder couldn’t seem to meet my eyes, interlocking our fingers together as he continued to struggle for words. “I’m a guy.”

  I shoved him, laughing a little. “Are you serious? Just because you’re a guy you think they should have experience?”

  Ryder grimaced. “Look, I know it’s misogynistic. It’s not exactly how I mean it. I just—” he nearly stuttered trying to get his words in the correct order. “I’m jealous of the other guys. That they know how to pleasure you. I hadn’t even kissed a girl before you, Nix.” His eyes met mine, nervous and sincere. “I messed around with Hiro that time in the kitchen when we were just goofing off. That’s the extent of it.”