Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10
Sarah
J ac’s lips quivered loosely as he gasped hard, collapsing on the bed beside me. They were sweaty from too much exertion and red from too much kissing. It made me smile. Just beyond him, the first cracks of dawn shot rays into the sky, and they were framed by the window, like a beautiful painting.
He panted, trying to catch his breath. “I swear, you’re trying to kill me.”
I giggled. “Not trying to kill you. Just trying to show off my new gift.”
He grimaced. “I never thought I’d say these words, but my cock is sore.”
“Quitter,” I teased.
“Oh, I didn’t say I was quitting,” he said in a low, throaty growl as he rolled onto his stomach and climbed on top of me, his stamina restored. “Do it again. We’ll see who the quitter is—"
A knock on the door startled us both.
“Go away!” I shouted.
“Sarah?”
Our eyes lit up together at the familiar voice, before we scrambled naked from the bed and ran to the door. I flung it open and there he was. “Deacon?” I stared in disbelief.
Ode was behind him, and she quickly turned away, her lips pursed. “I did not need to see all that. I’ll leave you to it.” She darted down the hall.
“We said we’d stay together,” Deacon hollered after her.
“I don’t need to help you with that !”
“She’s right.” Jac grabbed Deacon’s uniform and yanked him inside the bedroom, kissing him whole-heartedly.
I closed the door and watched him throw Deacon onto the bed and tear at his clothes. But Deacon snatched Jac’s wrists and held him still. “What the fuck is going on?”
Jac grinned down at him, like a little boy who had a new toy to share with his best friend. “Sarah has a new ability. I think she’d like to share it with you, too.”
Deacon’s wary eyes flickered to me. “Where is Rex?”
“He has been put away—still inside me, but he is absent from our fun, I promise you.”
His grip on Jac relaxed, so Jac resumed stripping our companion down. But Deacon was focused on me, his gaze trailing over my naked body. “You are unhurt?”
“I’m fine.” I bit my bottom lip, completely turned on by having both of my men together again. “We will leave… after .”
“You are sure?”
Nodding, I walked to the bed, my hips swaying sultrily, and held Deacon’s outstretched hand as I climbed onto the mattress with my guys. I kissed his fingers, his arm, all the way up to his mouth, but I paused before I kissed him there.
I grinned down at him. “Let me show you what I can do.”
Before I could follow through, Deacon impatiently hooked his hand around the back of my neck and forced me to his mouth for a kiss. Ladrians had bigger taste buds than humans on their tongues—like nodules that added a new texture. For some reason, I was addicted to the novel sensation and could not get enough of it.
But the pattern of those nodules was different between the two of them, and it made me wonder if they were like fingerprints. Their tongues were also far longer than humans and initially, we had to experiment with how to kiss properly. But after our months together, both of my companions were excellent kissers and never failed to make me wet with just a press of their lips to mine.
Deacon’s uniform rustled as Jac finally got the damn thing off. Before I could pull from Deacon’s grasp, he groaned loudly against my lips. I looked down below and found the source of the gratifying sound he’d made. Jac’s head bobbed up and down, eagerly sucking Deacon’s thick cock. Feeling a bit wicked, I resumed kissing Deacon at the same time I reached out and pushed Jac’s mouth down his shaft and held him there, so Deacon’s dick was buried in his throat. I wanted Jac to feel all the pleasure I had been given by him and thought I should start by making him choke on Deacon’s cock the way he’d forced me to choke on his earlier. Fair was only fair.
Deacon cursed in my mouth, gasped, and stole the breath we shared.
I let Jac up and he climbed Deacon, pushing me away from him to replace my position at his lips, kissing our companion ravenously. I didn’t mind the break—my lips were so bruised from our night of debauchery. I leaned over to the nightstand and retrieved a bottle of lube I had seen there earlier. Wedging it into Jac’s hand, I laid back on the pillows and watched as he wasted no time glossing his own cock. He forced Deacon’s legs open and back, and was inside of him within seconds.
Deacon cursed, his back arching from the shock of his own pleasure as Jac moved over him. He bit at Jac’s bottom lip, which drove him crazy, making him thrust harder and deeper into Deacon’s ass. My hand found my clit without a thought. I loved watching them go at each other like that. It was raw, savage, and so passionate. Like they couldn’t get enough of each other.
Jac’s hands came up and he hooked them beneath Deacon’s shoulders, keeping him right where he wanted him as he increased his driving thrusts. Jac gave him a sly look, then tossed his head back and groaned, long and loud, as he came inside of his ass.
Deacon looked disappointed that Jac had orgasmed so soon, but I grinned because he had another surprise in store.
Deacon panted, his own erection straining between their bodies. “Would have thought you’d want to go longer…considering everything.”
Jac’s violet eyes shot to me, a depraved light dancing in their depths. “Again.”
With pleasure , I thought, and made the demand. “You will get hard for him again. Right now .”
“What?” Deacon asked, sounding confused. But then he felt it because his eyes widened in shock.
Jac kissed him again and resumed fucking his ass. Deacon squirmed beneath them, then grasped his face in his hands, prying Jac’s lips from his. “What the fuck is going on?” he rasped. “And how are you hard again so soon?”
“She has a new trick,” Jac drawled lasciviously.
Deacon looked back at me. “How?”
I laughed lightly. “It’s a queen of the conduit thing. Complaining?”
A concerned frown furrowed his brows. “It’s not…this isn’t magician magic is it?”
“No. Why?”
“Later,” he mumbled before he pulled Jac back to his mouth.
The suns weren’t up just yet through the window, but the sky was lavender and pink. It was beautiful, like the men in my bed. As much as I enjoyed watching them go at it, I wanted to join the fun.
I tapped Jac’s shoulder after a minute. It was another minute before he finally pulled his mouth from Deacon’s and looked up. “Yes?”
“I want in,” I said.
He grinned. “Anything you want, baby.”
“Stay in his ass but move back from his face,” I told him, feeling brazen and shameless. “I need a new place to sit.”
Jac smirked and leaned back, grabbing onto Deacon’s knees for leverage, giving me the room I needed to mount his handsome face.
But first, I leaned down and kissed Deacon, then whispered, “I want your tongue inside me.”
He reached up and grabbed my hips, positioning me right where I wanted to be, and so that I was facing Jac. Deacon dove right in, ravenous for me. He lapped at my pussy in long strokes and moaned against me, while I watched as Jac continued to pound his ass. I reached for Jac, threading my fingers into his long hair and pulling his mouth to mine to kiss. When Deacon’s long, noduled tongue finally penetrated me and found my G-spot, I shuddered and cried out in Jac’s mouth.
“Does his tongue feel as good as mine did?” he asked in a deep, mesmerizing voice.
“ Yes ,” fluttered out of me, and I gasped as Deacon once again stroked that sensitive spot inside of me with his tongue.
“I’ll have to try harder next time then,” Jac teased, keeping up his rhythm as he kept driving his cock into Deacon’s ass. “ Can’t let him…ruin my record.”
I began to pant as my body started to fall apart. “Dunno if he could…you made me…twelve times with your tongue—"
“Are you close already?” he asked incredulously.
I could only nod.
Jac grabbed my face with both hands and pushed his tongue into my mouth, while Deacon made me erupt on his. As dawn broke, so did I. My own sounds echoed back to me through Jac’s skull, and my blood boiled in rapture. Every muscle felt light and feathery—I wasn’t sure how many times I had come since before Deacon had arrived, but it was more than any other time of my life and my body was both exhausted and exhilarated.
I did not want to stop. Ever.
I pushed Jac backward to give me the room I needed to finish off Deacon, then removed myself from Deacon’s face and turned around, only to impale myself onto his cock, which felt huge and thick with Jac’s dick still buried in his backside.
Deacon’s groans became a beastly growl, something I had never heard out of him, his expression unhinged. My pussy tightened around his cock, as several inches of his length hit every good spot inside. Framing my face in his big hands, he yanked me down to his mouth, then pressed the back of my head to keep me there. I tasted myself on him and wanted more.
My orgasm started to piggyback off the one before. He bucked up into me, but Jac kept up, and I could feel him moving behind me, fucking Deacon deeply. His hands came around and he squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples, while his own cock swelled. The added pressure was more than enough to send me right over the edge.
When I came again, Deacon kept me pinned to his mouth, as though he could swallow my cries. But then he let out his own. He came inside of me, his body jerking erratically, then he flopped his arms to the bed as he gasped for breath.
I licked his lips and kissed the tip of his nose. He grinned at me until Jac thrust up his ass once more. “Fuck, Jac, I’m so sensitive right now—"
“Good,” he grunted.
Deacon’s head dipped back into the pillows, his hands fisting into the covers as he murmured, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
I smiled down at him and said, “You will get hard for me again. Right now .”
Deacon laughed, like he didn’t believe it would happen. But his eyes became incredulous as I felt him harden again. “The fuck?”
I gave him a smug grin. “You’re welcome.” Then I rolled myself against him once more.
Jac grabbed my hips and pushed and pulled me on Deacon’s cock, right before he bit that sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. I reached back for him, but my hand slipped. His shoulder was sweaty. I wondered where I had touched his tattoo—an enormous and beautiful jacaranda tree on his back that had so many names on it.
All Ladrians had a strip of hair that ran from their head and down their spines, ending over their tails. Jac’s blue hair was no different, so wherever there was not hair, there was the jacaranda tree. The piece had roots which ran down his legs. Once I had thought it was names of people he had killed. But I was concerned asking would upset him, so I asked Deacon instead. As it turned out, the tree was his family tree, the roots marked with the names of his ancestors.
Jac had never spoken of his family to me, and Deacon had explained he had a rough upbringing that involved his mother selling Jac to Deacon’s father, so I didn’t want to ask him anything about that. But I wanted to know what drove him so hard, if not his family. What had made him such a fighter? Jac was shorter than any other Ladrian male I had met, with the exception of Mock, but I didn’t think that would be enough to make Jac work as hard as he did. And he worked hard at everything—from fighting to fucking.
Those thoughts flew from my head as we bucked together and my body tensed with another orgasm. But then Jac pulled out from Deacon and left the bed.
I laid down onto Deacon’s chest, reveling in the spontaneous break, and whispered, “Where’d he go?”
Deacon panted and tenderly, affectionately, stroked a hand over my head. “I don’t know, but I’m glad to have a moment with just you.”
“Me too.”
We kissed and I got lost in his mouth as I came again. This one was more of a deep sigh in the middle of me, relaxed and calming. Chill bumps raised across my skin. As Deacon rolled himself deeper into me, another one tried to build. The bed shifted behind me, but I hardly noticed. I did, however, perk up when Jac’s slick cock pressed against my ass.
Both of them were too large for me there—they had been nearly too large for my pussy before the whole Mother thing, so my ass was off limits.
I tried to lift off of Deacon, but he held me tight. Jac’s lubed cock pushed insistently against me, and I tensed up, turning my head to the side to leave Deacon’s mouth.
“What are you doing?” I gasped.
“An experiment,” Jac said, his tone mischievous. “You up for it?”
Usually, I was pretty open minded when it came to sex, but this… “I don’t—"
Jac stroked his big hand down my back in a soothing gesture. “You’re as relaxed as I’ve ever seen you, and since your pussy seems to have grown accustomed to us, I thought that maybe you might want to try something different.”
Deacon’s brows raised, like he hoped for it, too.
I swallowed hard, trusting Jac. “We can try, but the moment I say the word, you have to stop.”
“Always, baby. Always,” he promised.
He kissed my back, then slowly pushed forward again. Sensation overloaded my senses. I had never really done much anal back on Earth. It always felt strange or wrong before, but with my companions, nothing felt strange or wrong. Not really. Everything felt…well, right. Like we were supposed to be together in every way. When the head of Jac’s cock finally worked into me while Deacon’s cock was buried deep in my pussy, my body responded, shockingly, by making me come.
My fingers dug into Deacon’s chest as I cried out in bliss, my lower body convulsing around two cocks.
Jac roared, “Oh yes, that’s it, fuck !” and worked more of his length into me.
I gasped for oxygen. I didn’t know an orgasm could happen in my ass, but with every inch of his cock, I came again—deep, internal pulses that seemed never ending, only to roll into another one, and another one…
Jac wrapped his hand in my hair and roughly pulled my head back, his erratic breaths in my ear as he demanded, “come again, Consort”, and my body obeyed.
I loved him manhandling me. I became the heat that had boiled my blood before, the wave of my pulsing joy. Pleasure didn’t glide through me—I glided through pleasure, lost to the overwhelming sensations crashing through me.
Trapped between the two of them, their cocks swelled inside me again right before they howled like mating animals and filled me with their cum.