Carousel

by Aurelia T. Evans

  “Funny. I thought you were my pet,” Caroline said. She tightened all her muscles around his cock.

  He nearly fell back again. The cords of his neck stood out, but then he shoved his cock up hard, almost unseating her. He licked her lower lip as though to catch the high-pitched moan from her open mouth. He pinched her chin with the hand that he had cleaned, then her lip, then slipped three fingers into her mouth. She tasted the undernote of her arousal, and she sucked those plundering fingers with abandon. She had almost full control over how she rode his cock, but he was the one fucking her face. It was a carnal, frantic game of tug-of-war, each trying to devastate the other, only succeeding in bringing their pleasure to the edge of the cliff.

  “Hey!”

  Caroline recognized Riley’s voice, although she couldn’t remember him sounding that angry before. She tried to turn to him, but Colm wouldn’t let her. She moaned as his insistent hand followed her, forcing her head back with each thrust of his fingers. Colm was displaying her to Riley, displaying his dominance, his possession. All she could do was hold on. With Riley watching, she thrashed over Colm’s cock, slamming down over him and taking his fingers in as though she were starving to be filled from both ends by him.

  He kissed her hand on his shoulder as she shuddered through her climax. Her moans were stifled with the fingers in her mouth.

  She didn’t stop, drawing out the quakes of the orgasm, until Colm jerked forward, wrapping his arm around her waist and holding her down over his cock. He groaned open-mouthed into her hair with each twitch as he spent himself deep inside her.

  He didn’t immediately release her mouth. Instead, he pushed farther in until she bit down to keep from gagging. He hummed in amusement. Even then, his insolence demanded that he withdraw slowly, dragging his fingers out of her so that he could smear her saliva over her lips to show how hungry she’d been for him.

  “You’re a real son of a bitch, you know that?” Caroline muttered, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

  “You’re welcome,” Colm replied.

  “I thought you weren’t supposed to be able to do that,” Riley said. It was difficult for a man in short leather shorts and an erection to appear imposing, but he did his best. “You’re not supposed to hurt her.”

  “No. I’m not supposed to harm her,” Colm said. “Important distinction, butch.” He brushed Caroline’s hair back away from her neck and kissed it.

  Caroline could tell he did it for Riley’s benefit. Her body didn’t care. She fluttered around his cock as it slowly softened inside her.

  “Get your hands off her!” Riley lunged forward. He grabbed at Colm, yanking him away from Caroline’s neck.

  Caroline fell back off him.

  Riley hauled Colm up by his arm and flung him to his feet. Colm didn’t even try to balance himself, just charged at Riley and swung his fist, hitting him in the cheekbone before Riley could go after him. Colm had speed. Riley was still hard and distracted because of it.

  But Riley rallied back. He barreled after Colm like a bull to a cape and hit Colm with his shoulder under the ribs. Colm went flying back, somersaulting to his knees. Colm was fast, but Riley was stronger. On his hands and knees, Colm held his stomach and gasped for air.

  Riley ran at Colm again to get him while he was down.

  “Riley,” Caroline called softly.

  It wasn’t that she was worried Riley was going to really hurt Colm. Madoc wouldn’t let it get that far. But there was no need for there to be any fight at all. So she did what she knew would get Riley’s attention, especially with his cock standing and his jealousy at its peak.

  A normal person would think she’d be finished after that cat-in-heat battle with Colm—at the very least exhausted. But when Riley showed up, his large, muscled body gleaming in the moonlight and his erection a persistent bulge in his pants, it was as though she’d awakened once again.

  She was standing there with Colm’s cum sliding down her already wet thighs. But she still wanted Riley so much that her mouth watered and her belly heated with desire from watching his muscles move—and imagining what he looked like when he was moving over her, inside her. It didn’t help at all that she knew what he felt like. It just made her want it more, because she remembered how good it would be.

  Riley stopped mid-attack, his hand at the nape of Colm’s neck, and looked over his shoulder.

  The leather bodice slid down her arms and fell to the ground. She was completely naked now, a good enough distance from the two men that they could see the whole of her. While they stared, she stroked down her shoulders to her breasts, lifted them up, catching the nipples between her fingers. Then farther down, over her abdomen to her mound, where she slid her fingers through the sticky mess between her legs.

  “I know I’ve made you wait,” Caroline said. “I wasn’t able to speak to Madoc because he’s busy, but I’m sure we can fill our time until he’s available, don’t you?”

  “Um, I told one of the staff that you… He’s cleaning things up and…they’ll let Madoc know.” Riley was stammering. That was always a good sign. “Why were you— Am I not enough? Am I not good enough? Because if he didn’t force you, then you let him…?”

  “What if another woman were to join us right now?” Caroline asked, walking toward Riley with as sinuous a sway as she could muster. “If you could have Lady Sasha next to me, would you take her?”

  “This dog stain isn’t an incubus,” Riley said. He shook Colm, who pawed him off now that Riley wasn’t in destroyer mode anymore. “He hates you. You hate him.”

  “He resents me. I dislike him. That doesn’t make much of a difference as long as he’s considerate,” she replied.

  “I’m insulted,” Colm said. “If you thought that was considerate, I obviously need to up my game.”

  “Shut up,” Caroline said. “Don’t pretend you don’t give a damn about me, because that wouldn’t have been as fucking awesome as it was if you weren’t interested in giving as much pleasure as you take. So don’t even insult me by lying about it.”

  “You ever heard of hate sex, princess?” Colm said.

  “Tell me the truth, then, Colm,” Caroline demanded. “Do you really hate me? Or do you just wish you did?”

  Caroline didn’t mean to drop the W-word, and she realized she’d done it too late. Colm only needed to say the word, and if Bell heard them and granted the wish, maybe Colm could wash his hands of any residual attraction he had toward Caroline that had led to their rough-and-tumble encounter.

  She sighed in relief when he only responded to the opportunity by a muttered insult she couldn’t hear. He ducked his head and kicked the ground, because that he was allowed to do.

  “Okay then. If you have a problem with other demons, Riley, could you honestly say no to, say, Maya if she took all her clothes off and told you to take her?” Caroline asked Riley.

  She’d chosen Maya because Caroline had the sneaking suspicion Riley might have been an inadvertent voyeur to a few things Madoc and Maya had done together before Caroline had become the carousel engineer. Her suspicion was confirmed when Riley’s erection jerked in his shorts. He licked his lips and swallowed, but he couldn’t meet her eyes this time either.

  “I had you first, Riley,” Caroline said. She was close enough to touch him, and she did, brushing her fingertips along his ridiculously sculpted abdomen. Seriously, what did this guy do before he was a mount in a circus carousel? “Remember? I thought it was a dream. Then I had him and thought the same thing. He’s different. Not better. I’ve had both of you. And as long as we’re all stuck here and bound to the carousel—and now that Colm isn’t too bad to have me—give me one good reason I shouldn’t be able to satisfy both of you. Because I know that would satisfy me.”

  “He’s evil,” Riley insisted.

  “How evil can he be when he can’t do anything?” Caroline asked.

  “Hey!” Colm exclaimed from where he had broken away from them.

  R
iley shook his head. “He’d be evil if he could. He’d be evil in a heartbeat.”

  “See, he gets it,” Colm said, pointing at Riley. For a brief moment, they were in alliance. It was almost cute.

  “And you’re such a saint, Riley?” Caroline asked.

  “That’s not fair,” Colm said, just as indignant at being compared to Riley as Riley was being at being compared to Colm.

  “Isn’t it? You might have learned your lesson about arson and consequences, but that doesn’t make you wise or perfect. Can you honestly tell me that you haven’t just been trying to please me to get in good with the boss? Maybe some of the times were genuine, and maybe you’re warming up to getting good sex on the regular. Heaven knows I am. But would you be nearly as nice if I wasn’t supposed to be some kind of savior to you?” Caroline asked. She crossed her arms over her chest.

  Riley’s and Colm’s gazes were immediately drawn to her breasts. Predictable. But useful.

  “Not to mention, if he’s been trying to please you, he’s been doing a piss-poor job of it,” Colm said.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” Riley asked. Both men were sniping at each other again, but some of the bite had leached from their barbs because they didn’t take their eyes off her to do it.

  “I’ve watched what the two of you do. All I can say is it’s a good thing she likes sucking cock and getting fucked, otherwise she’d be totally bored with you, amigo.”

  “You’re high—and evil. Have I mentioned evil?” Riley retorted.

  “And you’re unoriginal and—what was the opposite of the word you used?—inconsiderate. Pleasing a woman is about more than getting what you want,” Colm said.

  “What the fuck, man? Who are you to tell me how to please a woman?”

  “You’re never going to get better instruction than from a demon—or an ex-demon, as the fucking case may be,” Colm said.

  “What do you care?” Riley asked.

  “I don’t,” Colm said. “Just an observation.”

  “What does being a demon have anything to do with it?” Caroline asked.

  “Sex and money are two of the biggest motivators in the world to do bad things,” Colm replied. “You think demons would get anywhere if they offered only a little money and mediocre sex?”

  “But you’re technically not a demon anymore,” Caroline said. “What’s the use of caring about how good the sex is for me?”

  “A matter of personal pride,” Colm said. “It makes me look really good when I am that good. Besides, I’m sure our inadequate friend has discovered that sex is always better with a partner who’s enthusiastically enjoying herself. Or maybe he hasn’t discovered it yet. Maybe the pathetic oaf can’t tell the difference.”

  Caroline was pretty sure Colm realized he’d basically said that her pleasure was important to him—albeit with a selfish spin—which was why he’d insulted Riley into going after him, just to offset his generosity.

  She tucked her hand under the waistband of Riley’s shorts. It was a tight fit, but she caressed the bulbous tip of his cock to distract him once more from Colm’s goading.

  “Is it true?” Riley asked. “Am I not enough?”

  “There’s always room for improvement,” she said, standing on her toes to reply breathily in his ear. His cock jumped against her fingers.

  “Am I really that bad?” Riley said. His face fell, and he tried to back away from her.

  “You think I’d have sex sometimes multiple times every night with you if I thought you were bad?” Caroline asked. She didn’t let him get away. She burrowed her hand farther down his pants to stroke more of him, and she brought her other hand around to knead at his firm, round ass as well show her appreciation. She kissed his chin then chased his mouth before smiling against him. “Just because I like fucking him doesn’t mean I don’t like fucking you.”

  “I don’t like it. You fucking him, I mean. I don’t get it,” Riley said.

  “You don’t have to get it. I don’t get Megan Fox. There will always be mysteries in this universe. But will it kill you if I take care of both my mounts like I’ve been charged to do?” Caroline mouthed his earlobe, kissing, licking, nibbling and sucking until he sighed in helpless pleasure. “We’ve got an incubus and a succubus working on us—maybe all the time—so my libido is a little crazy. I think we can all relate. Just because I’m letting him in doesn’t mean I’m going to shut you out. Far from it.”

  “Yeah, I don’t mind if you get my sloppy seconds, pup,” Colm said.

  “Ignore him,” Caroline whispered. She took hold of his cock and squeezed its hot hardness until he shifted, gasping. “He’s just mad you had me first and so many times. Either way, though, it’s not a contest. And remember this—I’m no prize. You’re mine.”

  “I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” Riley groaned. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, sticking a little from their sweat. He seemed captivated by the sight of it.

  “I’m also not your key,” Caroline said. “That’s Madoc, not me. Just…if Madoc hadn’t told you that you were at my mercy, would you still want me?”

  “How can you ask that? Seriously? You’re fucking hot, Caroline. You’re gorgeous. You’re nice when you don’t have to be, and you obviously enjoy yourself when we’re having sex. Why would anyone in his right mind say no? He’d have to be crazy or gay, and I’m not either of those things. It’s not just the magic, if that’s what you’re asking,” Riley said.

  “Well, part of it is the magic,” Caroline murmured. She slid her hand deeper down his pants to cup his balls, caress them, massage them, while his cock throbbed against her wrist.

  “Okay, it’s not just the magic. I mean, I could ask you if you just want me because the magic makes you horny. I wouldn’t say no to you if it’s true…but it wouldn’t be the same.”

  “Ego a little bruised?” Caroline asked.

  He shrugged with a shy smile. “I’m only human.”

  “Believe me, it’s not just the magic. You’re, like, the mixture of all my fantasy guys at once. Even outside of the circus, I’d be hungry just looking at you.”

  “Yeah?” His smile broadened.

  It was hard to believe a man as ripped as he was could look sweet, but those dark eyes carried amazing warmth now that some of the desperation had faded from them. It wasn’t that his need had gone. Definitely not. But maybe her giving him permission not to grovel had helped, no matter how much pre-cum he seeped onto her hand.

  She nodded, grinning back. “Yeah, it was like Christmas and my birthday all at once. And it’s even better in reality. How often does that happen?”

  She pulled her hand out and unbuttoned the leather to strip the shorts off him. When she stood up again, they were both as naked as Adam and Eve in full sight of the caravan and the big top, and she didn’t give a flying fox that anyone could see her. She only cared that Riley pulled her against him again, and she could feel him almost all over her. If she could have her way, she’d wrap him around her like a blanket.

  His kiss was slow and heated, contrasting to the urgent press of his cock against her belly. He groaned into her mouth as though she was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted and he couldn’t get enough. Some of the things he did felt either scripted or needy, caught between trying to please and wanting to come, but the sounds that he made…those were always sincere and made her toes curl.

  “But he’s like your Halloween, isn’t he?” Riley said. He leaned his forehead against hers. His eyes were closed, but his large hands were gentle over her back. “That’s what it is.”

  “I’m still not sure what he is,” Caroline said.

  “You know, I’m right here. I can hear you talking,” Colm interjected.

  Caroline jumped. He was behind her, much closer than she’d thought he was.

  “At least you’ve made an impression if we’re talking about you behind your back,” Caroline said.

  Colm closed in on her from behind. He dug his fingers into her s
houlders like a deep-muscle massage. She winced then exhaled when he gave her neck an open-mouthed kiss laced with the dangerous press of teeth.

  “The important thing, wicked girl, is that you’ve made room for a demon at all. I thought you’ve been avoiding them,” Colm said. “I’m honored it’s me, especially since Madoc’s been making eyes. But he doesn’t get you.”

  “You were the one who said no to me first, if you’ll recall?” Caroline said. “We all may be here for different reasons, but we’re bound to the carousel in one way or another. None of us are crazy happy about it. Whatever we feel for the rest of the circus, does it sound too radical that we can at least enjoy each other?”

  She was really asking both men, but in a way, she was also asking it of herself. Madoc had been the one who’d first said she should make the most of what she had here, but her inexplicably insatiable desire for both men had brought the matter home for her. She was here. She wasn’t getting out.

  She wanted Riley and Colm, and they both wanted her—for better or worse, on all three of their parts.

  “Are you kidding? You’re the best thing that’s happened to me since I discovered cheese sandwiches could be grilled,” Riley said. “I’ve been on your train from the beginning, ever since you showed up, even more since we were allowed to come out at night and actually got to touch you—and you touched me. Acknowledged that I was real, still a man and not a toy made out of wood.”

  “I don’t think that was ever in doubt for me,” Caroline said.

  She gave a little cry when he grabbed the backs of her thighs, lifting her up and spreading her legs to wrap around his hips. His cock nudged at her folds, blindly searching.

  Caroline wriggled to get them into position. Both of them groaned in tandem as she encircled him. He’d had to wait longer and with far more talk than they usually spared. Although she’d been well used by Colm, it was heaven to have Riley inside her. He didn’t reach the same places, but she loved the fat base of him, surprising her with the stretch every time he pounded into her.