by Lucy Auburn
I’m barely aware of the sounds I’m making, the rapid panting breaths, the gasps of pleasure and quivering jerking of my legs, until Ezra murmurs in my ear between his own sharp pants. “You sound like a well-fucked woman. Tell me, what’s your name?”
In response, I press my mouth against his ear and dig my fingers into the back of his neck. I may not have had sex, but I’ve gotten close enough to know just exactly how to drive him wild—and I know what I want, instinctively. “Fuck me harder than that. I can feel you holding back.”
With a shudder of his arms and a twist of his hips, he does just that, his face falling into an expression of carnal pleasure as he gives into the desire inside him. He moves within me and I rise up to meet him, aware the entire time of Sebastian’s shoulder just behind me, mouth pressing to my skin, hand grabbing the base of his cock with my fingers entwined, shuddering and making wild sounds. I feel him start to shake behind me and revel in the fact that my fingers alone have driven him to the edge, so far that he’s barely holding back.
Then I hear a loud groan, and a quiet curse that slides into a moan of pleasure. Ezra jerks inside me—and stops suddenly, freezing completely, green eyes staring into my face from a few inches away. He shudders, once, then slowly pulls out of me, cock still undeniably hard, unwrapping my legs from his body and setting them down on the bed. I feel empty without him, suddenly aware of his absence inside me.
I blush at the wetness I can feel on the sheets between my thighs, at the fact that I’m not a virgin now.
“What is it? Why did you stop?”
“Yeah,” Mateo complains, pushing his hair off his forehead, “we were enjoying the show.”
Pushing his fingers between Sebastian’s shoulders and the back of my neck, Ezra grabs the base of my head. Then he stares down into my eyes. “I want to come inside your mouth.”
I lick my lips, pleasure and frustration warring inside me. A thought occurs. “Demons don’t get women pregnant, do they?”
Ezra’s brows raise. “A little late to ask, don’t you think?” His mouth quirks up. “You really are a virgin.”
Lynx, eyes roaming up and down our no-longer-entwined bodies with intensity, is the one who answers. “We’re not alive, so we can’t reproduce. Or get sick, or catch venereal diseases. Our semen is just for show.”
I wrinkle my nose at his clinical decision, then slowly lean forward, facing Ezra’s slick erection. Sebastian lets go of my hand, taking it off his cock, and presses his fingers beneath my thighs.
In my ear, voice low and silken, he says, “I’m gonna fuck you while he jerks off in your mouth.”
Suddenly the heat that pooled between my thighs and drove me to the edge while Ezra was inside me is back, along with an empty, hungry feeling that wants nothing more than to be full again. Wiggling my hips, I let Sebastian’s strong hands pick me up and pull me onto his lap, folding my legs beneath me on either side of him. His body is warm and strong beneath mine, his hips canting up towards me as he brushes himself against my soft skin.
Green eyes heated, Ezra gets up onto the bed and kneels in front of me so that his cock is at eye level. He presses a finger against the tip of my chin and pushes another between my lips.
The fun is just beginning.
Chapter 22
The very tip of one dick slides between my thighs, while another teases the edges of my lips, leaving the taste of sex on my tongue. On either side of me, two impossibly handsome men hold themselves in their hands, stroking their hard shafts as they wait impatiently for their chance to have me too.
Truly, I am blessed with many dicks in my life.
I’m just glad these are still attached to their bodies. It makes them far more useful and way less disgusting than the severed kind.
“Open up.” Ezra pushes his fingers into my mouth and guides the head of his cock past my lips, eyes shuddering closed. “That’s it, Dani. Just like that.”
Sebastian adds, “And just like this.”
His warm fingers dig into my thighs, splaying me open and angling my body back until my still-wet entrance is lined up against his impossibly hard erection. I moan around the shaft in my mouth as Sebastian sinks my body onto his length, filling me up and spreading me open in a whole new way. Those clever lips of his press against the tender skin of my neck as he grabs my hips and pulls me down against him completely.
As Ezra pushes his shaft inside me, I try to keep my mouth open wide and relax the back of my tongue. Experimenting, I hum around him, and pleasure fills me at the sharp sudden jerk of his body in response. Those green eyes of his flutter closed briefly and his mouth goes slack as he rocks out of me and back in again, pushing as far back as he dares.
“Here.” Ezra grabs my hand and wraps it around the base of his cock. “That’s it. Both together.”
Sebastian nips the lobe of my ear and guides me up and down his dick, my thighs trembling as I ride him. “You’re so warm and wet and trembling.” His voice is a deep, undeniable purr; I moan around Ezra’s cock and he pants sharply, picking up the pace inside my mouth, seeking his own pleasure. Sebastian’s fingers move to the place where our bodies meet, and he rubs against the edge of my lips, then circles my slit with a battle-calloused finger. “Let’s let that pleasure multiple.”
They move inside me, Ezra’s motions sharp and jagged as he spills towards the edge, his hand tightening in my hair. I feel it as he heads towards the edge of his ecstasy, his pace growing careless, cock head spilling salty precum in my mouth. Sebastian’s fingers drive me wild as he grows the sparks inside me, his pace slow but steady, my thighs trembling as I fight through the pleasure to move up and down his hard shaft.
I look up to meet his green eyes and am shocked by the helpless expression I see on his face. For the first time since I’ve met him, Ezra looks completely stripped bare and vulnerable. It makes me shudder, twisted heart beating fast. Our bond flares to life, undeniable and connecting us more than ever, and I sense that there’s a thought just at the edge of his mind—or no, an emotion.
It’s something raw and intense, something he’s trying desperately to push back, to hide. A feeling that overwhelms and frightens him. I feel it as surely as I taste his impending orgasm on my tongue.
And then. With a pained moan and a twist of his fingers in my hair, Ezra buries himself in the back of my throat, curses, and barely manages to pull out in time to spill himself on the tip of my tongue. A shocked feeling goes through me at the warm, briney taste of him in my mouth, his body curved towards me as he loses himself completely in orgasm. It takes me only a moment to remember to swallow, flicking my tongue out to lick the last bit
Shuddering, he pulls out, and wipes my mouth with a broad thumb. Impulsively, I lick it too—and shudder as Sebastian buries his cock in me and rubs against my clit, a high-pitched whimper leaving my lips.
Looking up at Ezra, the back of my throat raw, I wonder for a moment if he’s going to say something. He looks like he has a thought at the tip of his tongue, but he’s wrestling with it, fighting it.
Before he gets it out, Sebastian takes my chin in his hand and turns my head towards him. He kisses my mouth, tongue daring and filthy in a place where Ezra just was. I groan into him and he rubs insistently against my clit in a steady rhythm, cock jerking in and out of me shallowly, strong hips pushing his length deep in me.
“Let’s move,” he says in a rough voice as he pulls back from the kiss, blue eyes burning with dirty intentions. “I want you to feel something.”
It takes effort to remember how to speak, I’m trembling so bad from being at the edge of orgasm for so long. “Okay.”
As he grabs me and rolls my body beneath him, stretching me out on the bed on my stomach without even slipping out of me. Caging my body with his strong arms, he lays out on top of me, hips settling between my thighs, open mouth pressed against my neck. Then he moves inside me slowly and surely, his hands holding my hips and pushing my thighs together as he slips between them an
d pushes effortlessly into my pulsing wet entrance.
I gasp at the pleasure of it all, twisting my hands in the sheets, mouth open, brows drawn together. It feels like he’s rubbing directly against every buried nerve in my body with each deliberate stroke. Between his movements, his mouth on my skin, and his fingers reaching between my hips and the sheets to find my clit and bring me pleasure, I can feel my whole body tip over the edge. So I follow my instincts towards yet another orgasm, grinding down on his fingers and crying out.
In a voice only I can hear he murmurs, “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world.” His hips twist with the same rhythm as his fingers as I whimper and quiver around him. “That’s it, Dani. Come for me again. Ah, fuck...”
With a sharp bite of his teeth against my shoulder, Sebastian fucks himself deep inside my trembling body and follows me to orgasm. He shudders and groans against my skin as he releases himself inside me. I cry out and moan, clamping my body down on his cock, desperate to keep him in me for a moment more. I never want this feeling, this undeniable connection, to end.
But slowly, as I come down, as he relaxes, he slips out of me. He presses a sweet kiss to my cheek—then turns my limp body over and kisses me roughly, sharply, teeth nipping at my bottom lip, hands dipping between my thighs to make me whimper one more time in raw, near-painful pleasure.
As he pulls back and throws his legs over the side of the bed, Mateo is there in the spot where he was. I glance over and find Ezra sitting in the chair in the corner, watching us, face unreadable; Lynx is still waiting, still patient—though when he sees me looking, he gives me an expression that makes me think he’s planning something memorable.
“Thanks for warming her up,” Mateo quips, his teeth a sharp flash of white as he grins in Sebastian’s direction. “Now maybe she’ll be able to handle me.”
Sebastian snorts. “I’m taking a shower.” He presses one last kiss to my forehead and murmurs, “You can join me if you get tired of this one comparing his dick to a explosive.”
I chuckle a little, and Mateo flips Sebastian off as the blue-eyed demon backs out of the room, hips practically swaggering with satisfaction. My heart is still beating fast, and my legs feel undeniably wobbly. The wet spot on the bed is growing with every second that passes.
But I can’t deny the sparks that curl inside me or the excitement in my eyes when I look over and meet Mateo’s infectious, mischievous grin with amusement of my own. “You don’t have any grenades hidden in there, do you?”
“Only if you mean these,” he says, lightly squeezing his own balls, his cock undeniably hard from all the attention he’s been giving it. And I can’t deny, despite his obnoxious bragging, that’s it’s thick—much thicker than Ezra’s or Sebastian’s, intimidatingly so. “C’mere, girly. Let me remind you what it’s like to kiss me.”
I crawl to the edge of the bed and get into a sitting position, raising up towards him as he bends down to press his lips against mine. The kiss starts out gentle, closed-mouthed but hungry. He coaxes my lips to life, pulling each one between his and sucking on them just slightly, finger trailing down my jaw, plush lips soft on mine.
Then I open my mouth and he deepens the kiss. His tongue is instinctual, touching the edge of my lips, bringing all my nerves alive. Soon I’m breathing hard, moaning softly into his skilled and clever mouth as he brings me pleasure without even touching a single erogenous zone on my body.
As the kiss grows deeper, he reaches out to thread his fingers with mine. Then he pulls my hand, not towards his hard cock that’s been at the edge for an impossible length of time, but between my thighs. He presses his fingers inside me, bringing my fingers with him, curving his roughened palm towards my clit. I sink onto the digits in surprise and rock my hips towards him. The spark of pleasure is nearly painful so soon after an orgasm, but my body is somehow ready for it and desperate. I can feel how slick and wet I am, how easy it is for our fingers to slip inside.
His tongue probes against mine in tiny, teasing flicks. I rise up off the bed to deepen the kiss and seek more of his touch, hungry for more of him, already anticipating what it’ll feel like to have him inside me.
When he pulls back—taking his hand and his mouth away from mine—I grumble in frustration. An unsteady gasp leaving my lips, the wantonness of my voice undeniable. He gives me a warm, heated look, then brings his hand up towards his lips and licks my wetness off his fingers. All the while his eyes never leave mine, the raw filth of it overwhelming.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he says, and I find myself helplessly obeying, even though the power between us goes the other way. “That’s it. Scoot down towards the edge of the bed. Spread your legs.”
His hands guide me into position. I glance over my shoulder to look at him as he grabs my hips and positions himself behind me. That thick cock of his hovers in the air just an inch away—then he moves forward, and teases my wet lips with it, parting them but not pressing inside.
I bite my lip and look in front of me, towards Lynx, who is staring at us from a spot near the bookcase, leaning against the wall. His cock is still hard, his hand grasping the base of it, the veins practically standing out. As I meet his eyes, Mateo holds my hips still and presses the flared wide head of his erection inside me.
I gasp, grabbing the sheets beneath me as my body is spread open wide by the biggest thing that’s been inside it. A whimper leaves my lips; at the sound, Lynx shudders and squeezes his cock hard. Mateo pulls out, a soft low moan leaving his mouth, then presses back in again—deeper, deeper enough that I cry out at the feeling, rocking forward on the bed.
“Just a little more...” Again, out and then in, further this time. He slips in so easily, my body wet and warm and ready for him, pulsing and twisting around a thickness that seems to press every nerve at the edges of my pussy. His fingers sink into my hips and he pulls me back onto him, my back arching, a keening sound spilling from my lips. “That’s it, Dani. Halfway there. You’re so wet. You’ll take it like a champ.”
I groan at his words. It’s just halfway, but already I’m trembling and at the edge of another orgasm. I can’t look at Lynx—every time I do he grabs his pulsing shaft and closes his eyes like he’s nearly pained by pleasure. So I find my eyes trailing to the corner, where Ezra sits naked, nearly forgotten in the shadows.
He’s got a hand around his softened cock, and he’s stroking it gently, slowly, watching me. As Mateo groans and sinks inside me with another press of his hips, Ezra bites his lower lip and jerks at himself hard, his shaft filling, lengthening. The look in his eyes makes it clear that he intends to come just watching me get fucked by another man.
It’s enough to make me whimper, to make my body relax completely, warm pleasure like a fire in my belly. There’s a curse from behind me as Mateo bottoms out in my body, his hips pressed against my ass cheeks, cock buried so deep that it feels like it’s pressing against my belly button. I shudder and reach down to rub at my clit, my fingers brushing the place where his thick cock spread me wide, and it’s all too much.
Just like that I’m shivering and crying out as an orgasm pulls me in its inexorable wake. My lips pulse, my thighs tremble, and I clamp down on Mateo’s cock in waves of pleasure. He groans, grabs my shoulder and fucks in and out of me, not holding back now, cursing as he slams against me with his hips again and again.
The last orgasms were quick, but this one comes in long waves that stretch as I fall forward onto the bed, Mateo following me with a hand on my hips, twisting in and out of me in fast snapping strokes that follow the pulsing rhythms of my body. He groans and pants every time he sinks balls-deep into me, and I twist in the damp sheets, barely hanging on to any muscle control at all.
As he plunges faster and faster, he grabs my hips and yanks me against him. Then I feel him shudder, hear him groan, and his whole body sinks forward as he comes. Still trembling, I touch my lower lips, and wetness spills against my fingers. My body feels more relaxed, open, and not-at-a
ll-virgin-like than ever before.
I didn’t even know something that big could fit inside me so easily.
“Fuck, that was amazing.” Mateo squeezes my ass cheeks as he pulls out, and I whimper again. “You don’t look like you can walk anymore, though. Good luck with that, nerd.”
“I don’t need luck.” Lynx has somehow paced over to the bed without me noticing. “I have strength.”
Putting his impossibly muscular arms beneath me, he pulls me up into his arms and carries me. “Put your arms around my neck,” he says, and I do, blinking up into his warm gaze. “That’s it.”
I feel impossibly weightless in his strong arms. He carries me away from the bed, sets my back against the wall, and wraps my legs around him. Instinctively, I lock my feet behind him. Licking his lips, Lynx lifts me, his hands a tight grip on my ass.
Somehow my brain starts to work, and I blurt out, “Against the wall?”
He smirks. “Against the wall.”
“You’ll drop me.”
Flexing his arms, he pulls me up and takes a step back from the wall so all my weight rests on him. Amazingly, I don’t feel any strain from him at all. It’s like I’m a feather in his arms.
“I’ll never drop you,” he says, mouth hovering an inch away from mine, voice as gentle as his body is strong. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I answer immediately, to a man I first met in the middle of carnage, a man I know could kill me with his bare hands. “I do.”
“Then let’s do this.”
Bracing me against the wall, he positions his hips—then rocks up into me, all at once, letting my weight fall down onto the full length of his rock hard cock. I cry out, mouth open and slack, and he grunts; the expression that crosses his face is relieved.