by Skye, Sariah
I nodded quickly, the sudden feeling of fullness just not quite enough after hearing his “promise.” Normally I’d wonder about how comfortable they’d be with touching each other so intimately but I remembered they didn’t have a choice at one time.
I pushed that thought out of my mind, feeling Bash’s lips graze over the top of my spine, nipping carefully, his firm hands still cupping my ass. I knew he wasn’t going in there, but it was relaxing to feel. His touch made me relax with a sigh. I glanced over my shoulder, flicking my hair over my back, my teeth slamming down on my bottom lip as Bash winked at me deviously, sucking one of his fingers in his mouth. A little whine escaped my lips, remembering that masterful mouth, and just how good he could make me feel. The fiery tension building inside blinded me, sending little explosions behind my eyes, as Xander still grasped my hips, and tipped me forward enough until my breasts grazed over his molten skin. “Now just so you know, Ava, since you’re not quite human, this shouldn’t be a problem,” Bash said, in a soft, explanatory tone that shouldn’t have been as sexy and playful as it was, but… that was Bash. He made intelligence arousing. “If you were human, we’d have to use… other things to make you ready. But since you’re not—and neither are we—this should be quite easy. And should feel fucking incredible.”
I was about to frown, wondering what he meant when I felt his hand clamp tightly on my ass, and I felt him gently push a finger inside me, after swiping it over my clit, gathering up my slick for lubrication. Apparently, it was enough because it felt divine, the extra pressure filling me up inside and I cried out a gasping breath. Xander trembled under me as well, his gaze catching mine in a hungry, feral stare. Slowly he sat up, his hands roaming along my shoulders and arms as he watched me hungrily. I could feel both their chests rise and fall against me, hearts beating out of control, nearly in sync with each other. It was amazing to me that two men had the ability to work so well together.
Bash drew his finger out slowly, before shoving it back in quickly, the heat pulsing between my legs, around Xander’s cock, and I felt my fingers draw into Xander’s shoulders even harder. He glanced at Bash, and they seemed to communicate almost silently.
I felt Bash groan, and from over my shoulder I watched as he quickly stripped off his pants, freeing his cock, kicking them aside. I swear Trystan let out a grumble, probably getting hit with them, but before I could giggle about it or peer around Bash, Xander tangled his hands in my hair to crash his mouth into mine, distracting me away from Trystan, away from Mathias’ tense groan from nearby, and away from Bash, with a firm hand on my hip as he positioned myself behind me.
My mind flitted briefly, carried away on a stream of desire, relishing in the guys’ surrounding me, but I cried out sharply, jerking my hips as Bash carefully pushed himself inside of me, right next to Xander until he was firmly seated inside balls deep. The sensation of being filled so deeply, stretched so tenderly wracked a brief shock of dull, aching pain between my legs, that quickly heated and ebbed into an extreme, tense pleasure.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
“You okay?” Bash asked cautiously, urging my gaze towards his as Xander adjusted himself, sitting up a bit higher, giving a new, tighter angle that made me cry out, arching my back. I nodded vigorously.
“Feels good. Feels so good…” I purred breathlessly. Desperately I shimmied my hips, needing friction to go along with the intense feeling of being full, but with Bash and Xander firm on either side of me I couldn’t quite rock enough. I whimpered desperately, as they gave me a brief moment to adjust completely, showering my mouth, neck, and shoulders with kisses. If Xander kissed lips and dropped to my neck, Bash urged mine to his, and replaced him with a hot, desperate lip-fuck. Every nerve was electrified, shocks pulsing through me in little wave after wave, like the ocean slamming into the shore. I’d been slightly tense, but being worked between the two of them, I relaxed, melting into them until I no longer knew where Bash began, I ended, or Xander started.
Then, satisfied I was properly seated and relaxed, Bash began to move. Very slowly at first, but as I released a long moan, he picked up his pace. My arms wound around Xander’s shoulders, and I leaned against his cheek, unable to keep myself held up any longer, every limb was pure jelly.
“Shite…” I heard Trystan mutter from nearby, followed by a low groan, as Bash picked up the pace. As he thrust forward, I arched into Xander who pushed back, over and over. They moved like a deft, agile machine, never wavering or stalling.
“Those sounds, Ava… gods…” Mathias mumbled, and I noticed as Bash was essentially pummeling me onto Xander, and into the bed that I wasn’t aware I was letting out short, breathy moans as my pleasure increased. Between the gentle burn of being stretched, and the way they hit all my tensest, neediest places I began to float away, getting caught up in the both of them. They didn’t watch each other, they moved in perfect sink, but kept all attention on me, moving faster when my moans began changed into pleas, or relenting if one thrusted a bit too hard. A sheen of sweat began to build up between us, heightening the heady scent of sex that intoxicated me like the most potent drug. They were enjoying this, too, judging by the crimson eyes, the perspiration dripping down Xander’s temple, and Bash’s heart between my shoulders as I leaned into him. I slumped into his arms as I let them master my body.
Bash pelted my neck and cheek with kisses, arms wrapped around me, a hand firmly handling the tense mound inside it. Xander’s breath became shallow, his fingers causing light bruises in my hips before he suddenly jerked, a familiar look of pure euphoria washing over his gorgeous face as he let out a long, loud groan. Unlike normal, the air didn’t fill with golden light and magic binding us together, but I was so drunk on sex I couldn’t be sure of anything at this moment.
“Holy shit,” he muttered, letting his hand fall over his face, trying to catch his breath.
While Xander relented, unable to move, Bash took over completely, chasing his release. The tense nerves deep inside began to pulse and I knew my release was close, just a little bit more and I’d be pushed over the edge.
“Shit!” Bash pulsed inside me, his face burying into my neck as he gently bit down on the crook of my shoulder, stifling his loud yell as he came with a vengeance.
My lip puffed out in a pout, the pure adrenaline coursing through me still holding at the surface, just waiting for permission to be released, but Bash was finished. I glanced between the two of them, Xander completely spent, lying against the pillow and Bash draping his sweaty self over me, both of them still trying to catch their breaths.
Mathias let out a deep growl as I flashed him a pleading look. “I’m so close, handsome. Please?” He was red-faced, totally hot and bothered, and he stood against the wall firmly, the outline of his large erection pressing against the fly of his jeans. That was all the invitation he needed. He stripped his tee off, unzipped his pants, kicking them aside, his cock springing free as he prowled the distance between us, his hungry gaze eye-fucking me as he approached. I shuddered under the pure impact of it.
“Move,” Mathias commanded, as Bash and Xander still were wrapped around me, relishing in their respective afterglows, the gladiator gave them both a glare.
“Shit, man… sorry…” Xander grumbled, leaning in to kiss my cheek before scrambling out from under me. Bash just scowled briefly and rolled over on the bed. My body still thrummed with a sort of drunk lust as Mathias cupped my face in his hands, and brought me to my knees, all while lowering himself to my level. He was so tall on his knees, even with me on the bed, he was still a couple inches over me. Didn’t matter as he loosed a low growl from his throat and brushed his thumb over my swollen bottom lip. His own lips parted, and he flicked his hair out of his eyes with a jerk of his head, returning his hungry gaze to mine. “Are you still… bothered, beautiful girl?”
I nodded in affirmation, trembling under his intense, brown-eyed, red-rimmed gaze as only Mathias could.
“You still have some for me?
” He asked, with a slow grin, his gaze dropping to my mouth like it was something he was about to devour.
Words escaped me, choked in my throat, so I just nodded again, letting loose a pathetic little moan. “What about Trystan?” I asked quietly, flicking him a brief glance over my shoulder. My flesh was on fire as I caught him, hand down his pants, firmly stroking himself slowly as if trying to draw out his pleasure.
“I said I’d be good with watching, I mean it. I… can’t get into this but it’s still nice. From here. Remember the smell,” Trystan insisted, with a wrinkle of his nose, his Scottish dialect addled with lust.
“See? Just fine.” Mathias still held one of his large hands under my chin, and brought my gaze back to his as he slammed our mouths together with an intense, feverish kiss. He pressed my body against his, igniting the flames further inside. His long arms encompassed me, fondling my ass, kneading my breasts and finding my clit, wet and ready for him. To brace myself, I kept my hands firmly on his chest, my thumbs rubbing over his taut nipples, every time I did he kissed just a bit harder. With a devious laugh I had the idea of tweaking one, quite hard, and he broke the kiss long enough to let out an intense groan. I snickered playfully, glancing at the other two who were already spent and seemed to be passed out in bed; Trystan was still pleasuring himself with his green-eyed glaze held on me tightly. I noticed he didn’t pay much attention to Mathias, but that was fine.
“That feels good,” Mathias, when composed, whispered in my ear.
“You know what would feel better?” I asked, moving my face back just enough to keep our mouths a whisper apart.
“Hmm?” He asked, bending over and licking a path over my collar bone and up my neck.
“You should get them pierced. If I pull on them, it might feel more intense,” I suggested, and Mathias’ gaze jerked upward, eyes flaring at the suggestion.
“I’ll… think about it. Right now?” Mathias’ hands dropped down under my ass and he forcefully pulled me against him. I let out a surprised squeal as he lifted me effortlessly and set me back down on the crude bed. It didn’t matter that it was bumpy or something—god knows what—poked me in the shoulder. All that mattered was the sexy incubus crawling over the top of me, pinning me into the “mattress” with his weight, making me feel safe and secure as he pried my knees apart and I shook with anticipation. “Right now, I need to make you come.”
“Oh god yes!” I cried out loudly, as he sheathed his cock slowly inside me, pulling long, languid groans out of us both. My fingers dug into his shoulder blades—a bit harder than necessary—and he bit down on his lower lip to prevent his groan from being too loud. It didn’t work. Trystan echoed with a round of Gaelic swear words, followed by his own groan and I knew he was liking it too.
Mathias captured my mouth in a heady kiss as he began to thrust. I wrapped my legs around his waist to take him deeper, rubbing my clit against him at a new, tight angle that had me crying out and the nerves pulsing inside, just about read to explode. I was already near completion after being filled with Bash and Xander both, but Mathias was just what I needed to push me over the edge.
He thrusted into me with a steady rhythm, urging out my orgasm, pushing it well to the surface, all the while his predatory gaze was trained on mine as he rocked, like he dared me to look away. My hands roamed over the expanse of him, over his stacked muscular shoulders, down his arms and back over the ridges of his abs, relishing in the feel of them under his skin.
Normally my connection with them—each of them—was a tender, loving coupling. This felt like just pure fucking, and I didn’t care. No sweet nothings, no gentle kisses, just Mathias pounding into, letting out quiet grunts as he rocked, his eyes rolling back into his head as he sought his release.
It was all depraved, dirty, and oh so hot. I had no idea it could be like this; I’d never felt so good, so aroused in my entire life.
I felt the orgasm just below the surface, knocking, ready for release when my fingers flexed into Mathias’ hard biceps, making his head fall against his shoulders and groan, his grasp on my ass tight as he urged me against him as hard as he could. That was it. I came hard, coming completely undone from head to toe, feeling it crest finally and shoot over the edge and I arched into him, crying out loudly as I exploded, feeling the hardest rush and the most intense, fiery, electric orgasm I’d ever had. Mathias matched my loud cry with a roar of his own as he drove into me intently one last time and my inner channel clamped down, pulling out his release as he spilled into me. Trystan let out a groan of his own that I easily recognized was a throaty, frustrated groan. He was close himself. My vision went completely white, spinning as I panted out of control while Mathias collapsed on top of me and I clung to him for dear life.
“Holy shit,” Mathias muttered into my ear, panting and feeling his heart pound against me. I glanced at Bash and Xander who were still sedated, seeming to be asleep and Mathias seemed to be heading there himself as we came down from the heights of orgasm.
Dizzy and drunk, I crawled out from underneath Mathias to see how Trystan was doing. His shoulders were tense, mouth gritted and I watched the unmistakable motion of his hand over his long length, stroking furiously as he breathed heavily.
“Trys?” I asked in a small voice, because that’s all I could do. I’d yelled so loudly I’d made myself hoarse. He opened one eye slowly and looked at me hesitantly. It was clear by the rigid expression on his face he was internally struggling with something. Even though my limbs were loose, I briefly kissed a lazy Mathias as he draped on his back at the end of the bed, satiated and relaxed. “Can I help you? Please? They’re… out.”
“But the smell… I know it’s—” he began, his voice pleading as I slowly slid out of bed, carefully landing on my feet, pausing to brace myself against the spinning of the room and the white at the edge of my vision.
“What if I only touch… part of you?” I inquired slyly, and he smirked gently as I sauntered over to him. His fingers reached out to touch me, and the expression on his face was strained.
“I just…”
“It’s no big deal, Trys.” I set my hand over his as he paused his stroking, and urged him to remove it. “There you go…”
“Oh bloody hell, Ava, you don’t have to do that,” he protested, with a groan as I smacked him carefully on the side of his thigh.
“I want to, stud. Please? Just stand up. I want you to feel good, too.” Slowly, like he couldn’t believe what he was doing, he stood, quickly pushing his pants down around his knees in a rush, before he had second thoughts.
“Really, Ava…” He insisted, but I watched his eyes flare deep crimson as I rose to my knees, and took his hard, velvet length in my hand, giving a few good, firm tugs. With that, whatever hesitance Trystan had went to shit. He groaned, thrusting his hips forward, pushing himself through my hand as his head fell back against the wall. He cursed in Gaelic, his handsome face slacked with pleasure as I took him between my lips and swallowed him down.
His hands flew to my head, tangling his fingers in my hair as he moaned loudly. Very uncharacteristic for Trystan to let himself go like that, but I didn’t mind. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and moved it and my hand in tandem with my lips, moving slowly at first but as he groaned and grunted, I picked up in intensity, lapping my tongue around the hard ridge, taking in his salty, slightly bitter but not terrible taste. His grip on my hair increased and he cried out suddenly, surprisingly the both of us as he dropped his load on my tongue. I drank in every drop, my gaze fixated on the euphoric expression on his face. “Christ, Avie…” he panted as I looked up at him, pleased. I was still hungover from my own release, but watching him find his, knowing I brought him there with just my mouth made me grin smugly. He released his tight grip and grinned lazily down on me. “Man that was good. You need to do that more often,” he said in his low, taunting drawl as I released him and setting my hands in his, he helped me to woozily stand.
That’s when it
hit hit me like a ton of bricks, what just happened. Mathias, Bash, and Xander were all spread out on the bed, Trystan was still catching his breath against the wall… and I’d just been intimate with all of them. They’d been in front of each other, and didn’t care. I was profoundly aware, now down from the heights of orgasm of the slight ache between my legs from being stretched, and I’d be damned if it didn’t make me feel fantastic.
And if I wasn’t mistaken, I could almost feel the familiar ebb of desire course through me. Again.
“Jesus, what the hell is going—oh shit!”
Mathias sat up quickly and rapidly dashed across the room as I shrieked. Mathias shoved me behind him, as Trystan scrambled to pull his pants back up. Mathias shielded me with one arm, and his “manhood” with the other as Rhys suddenly appeared in the center of the room, and Bash and Xander woke and sat up in a horrified shot.
“Oh shit… what did we do?” Xander asked, sitting up in a shot, running his hands through his messy hair and appearing confused. Bash groggily pulled himself up scrubbing a hand over his face and glanced around, red-faced and not only from his post-orgasm glow.
Irritated that my afterglow had been cut short, I growled, “Rhys, what the hell do you want?”
“Um… I’ve been trying to get in here forever now. What’s going on?” Rhys asked, confused, glancing between the five of us with a puzzled look on his face before slipping into a salacious grin. “Oh, I know what happened. Orgy party—damn! Oh that’s hot!”
“What do you want?” Mathias barked, narrowing his eyes at him.
Rhys’ cheeks turned bright red sheepishly. “Um… shit. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to… but I was worried.”