41. You Should See Yourself From My Point of View #2
I wanted to say that I would do anything he asked, but that felt too forward, so I just wet my lower lip with my tongue and glanced at Wrenlock with a nod.
I didn’t know why I felt so nervous, but Lucais’s skin was tinged with a faint pink glow that didn’t seem linked to any physical exertion, and that was making my heart race even faster.
He was nervous, too. He knew that it might actually be it for us the second time around, and I was too far gone to back out.
“Come here,” Wrenlock urged, sitting down at the end of the bed where Lucais had perched the night before.
He helped me climb onto his lap, holding himself in place so I could find the right angle.
I braced my hands on Wrenlock’s shoulders while the High King rested his back against the pillows at the head of the bed, and then I looked down between our bodies at where they were about to join, wondering if there was any way that I could avoid sealing my fate with Lucais.
We were doing it on our terms, but it felt as foreboding as it did exciting.
We’d made so much progress in such a short amount of time.
Eternity seemed like a looming threat—like a playground of opportunity for things to go wrong.
I gulped and settled down on Wrenlock’s lap, feeling the sharp stab of pleasure hit me in a deeply hidden and coveted spot as he slid inside me.
It knocked the breath from my lungs. The high, unsteady moan that rolled out of my mouth was unstoppable, so I bit down on my hand to muffle the sound as I started to ride him in earnest, chasing that wild, euphoric feeling he’d stirred awake.
“That’s it,” Wrenlock purred, his hands firmly planted on my hips as I moved up and down on his lap, the wet slap of each thrust loud and obscene in my ears.
I met Lucais’s gaze over his shoulder, copped the brunt of the heat in his unrelenting stare as he lay back on the pillow with one hand behind his head, touching himself as he watched me fuck his best friend on the end of the bed.
“You look at him all you like, baby, but you keep riding my cock like that until you come.”
I bit my hand again to hold back a raging moan as heat flooded my face, turning my cheeks as hot as the end of a burning poker.
Lucais didn’t seem the least bit bothered by the comment.
If anything, I thought it was likely responsible for the dribble of thick fluid that leaked out of the tip of his cock when his fist dragged upwards.
The sheer sight of it had my movements on Wrenlock faltering, and a smirk turned up the corners of Lucais’s mouth.
Keep going, bookworm. You’re okay , the High King purred into my mind. You’re taking him so fucking well. You should see yourself from my point of view.
An image entered my mind.
I was straddling Wrenlock, both hands on his shoulders, the strong muscles in his back flexing as I rose up and down, glimpses slipping over his shoulder of my breasts bouncing with each movement.
My nipples were tight, hard peaks, the colour matching my lips and complementing the faint blush of exertion that bloomed beneath the freckles on my skin.
My hair fell in loose, wild curls, disappearing down my back, though a few strands were sticking to my forehead and caught in my eyelashes.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed—watching myself riding someone from the perspective of someone else entirely. Better than a movie, better than a mirror.
Moaning, I shifted my weight so my hips were pressed into Wrenlock’s body, my thrusts against him morphing into something less forceful and more intense.
Tilting my head back, I gripped both of his shoulders while his hands moved to cup my ass, and I picked up a new, steady rhythm as I rocked against him, grinding my clit against his stomach with every movement.
That’s my girl, Lucais crooned, and the image he sent me shifted.
It was the same view, but he’d pulled it back far enough so I could see myself fucking Wrenlock with Lucais’s hand stroking himself at the forefront of the picture.
He matched each pump of his fist along his shaft to the beat of my movements on his friend until we were in perfect sync, and I began to imagine what it would feel like for them to swap places, with the High King’s length sliding into me with each crash of my body into his—eternity be damned.
Wrenlock groaned as he felt me tightening around him. “Fuck, baby, that’s it.”
The waves of pleasure built in my core with every stroke of Lucais’s hand up and down himself.
I switched between images—the one in my head, watching myself through his eyes, and the one I had of him, watching the expressions cross his face as he worked himself into a state of abandon.
His tip glistened with the leaking arousal that dribbled down the sides, and I imagined myself licking the little beads that he was squeezing out of his dick with each pump.
I must have sent the thought into his mind without meaning to because his rhythm stuttered, and he raised his eyebrows at me.
Is that what you want?
Oh, fuck it.
Nodding eagerly, I slowed my pace on Wrenlock until we stopped.
“I want to try something,” I whispered in response to his questioning gaze.
The High King was already sitting up, his expression restrained but eager as he waited for me to climb off Wrenlock’s lap. Once I had, I put myself on all fours at the end of the bed, glancing over my shoulder to find that Wrenlock was already moving into position.
“You want me to take you from behind?” he asked, checking to make sure that he was reading the situation correctly.
“Please,” I begged.
“Fuck yes.” He slid back inside me with one perfect thrust, slamming all the way to the hilt, and a low groan escaped my mouth.
The new angle was more demanding, and I had to be careful how I held my posture to keep the pleasure from turning into pain, but Wrenlock slowed his thrusts until he was rocking his hips into me with just a few inches pulling out.
The tip of his erection was nudging the detonation zone hidden deep inside of me when he fucked me like that, and I found myself beginning to unravel with each push.
He reached around and pressed his forefinger against my clit, stroking it in slow circles, wet with the mess we were making as he entered me.
When I opened my eyes, I found that Lucais was looking at me with the kind of admiration that stripped me bare and convinced me to step into a confessional to give away my sins.
His eyes were literal temptation, a distant fire in the dark of night, and I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
I urged him to move closer, shuffling into the middle of the bed so I could bend my head down and—
“Oh, fuck, bookworm.” His words were a low, feral growl as I licked him from base to tip, tasting the hint of sweetness and salt of his excitement before I twirled my tongue around the head of his cock and sucked the first few inches into my mouth.
Lucais threaded one hand through my hair, the other gripping a fistful of the blankets at his side, and I did my best to sync the movements of my head with each of Wrenlock’s thrusts as he fucked me from behind, muttering low curses and grunts as he moved one hand to grip my hip and the other to massage the curve of my ass.
“I love the way your tongue turns sweet for me,” Lucais murmured, his tone dripping with wonderment and arousal.
His words sparked a new wave of heat inside me, and with Wrenlock’s movements becoming consistent, I found myself on the verge of another collapse as pleasure so perfect and relentless spread throughout my body like wildfire, and then I was moaning around Lucais as I came.
“Oh, Aura.” He sucked in a sharp breath, hands on my head, hips jerking upwards with slow, barely restrained thrusts. “ Fuck , bookworm.”
Wrenlock pulled out of me, though I was sure that he hadn’t finished yet, and I continued working Lucais with my mouth as the remnants of pleasure dissipated, sinking a little further down his length until he was inside my throat.
“I’m not saying that I don’t fucking love this,” Lucais uttered breathlessly, “but if we don’t stop soon, I am going to come in your mouth so hard you won’t stop tasting me for days.”
I knew that it was counterproductive, but part of me wished he would.
Even so, I relented after making one final attempt to beat my personal best at the number of inches I could choke down before his cock made me gag.
Lucais groaned, muttered a few unholy curses, and then reached up to wipe the tears from my cheeks as I sat back on my heels and brushed a hand over my mouth.
I could barely manage to look him in the eyes—to see the affection in them, clear as day, powerful as a natural disaster.
“Lay down,” Wrenlock murmured from behind me, and I was all too willing to obey. To do anything either of them asked so I didn’t have to think or feel. “I’m going to finish on your stomach, and then you’re going to take his cock like the good fucking girl you are, okay?”
I nodded, heart racing.
“I need to hear you say it,” he demanded, positioning himself on his knees at my side, his hand around his erection as he made slow, shaky strokes above me. I could see his pleasure teetering on the edge of release in the way his muscles trembled, in the burn behind his eyes.
“Okay,” I whispered. Lucais moved his hand between my legs, fingers pressing gently against my clit in circular motions. I cleared my throat and said it again, louder. “Okay.”
A few earnest pumps later, and Wrenlock’s face contorted with pleasure, his cock shooting thick ropes of hot come all over my stomach exactly as he’d promised.
I gasped at the sudden feel of it hitting my skin—sticky, warm, and so devastatingly intimate.
I watched Wrenlock’s face soften, his abdominal muscles flex, his hand fall still, and his erection twitch as the last of his orgasm washed through him and the final beads of come dripped down onto the mess he’d made on my waist.
“Good girl,” Wrenlock breathed. The praise lingered in the air even as the energy drained out of his voice. He exhaled in a sigh, eyes becoming heavy and half-lidded when he leaned down to kiss me before relaxing onto the bed at my side.
I gazed up at Lucais, the sacrifice upon his altar.
“Do you need a moment?” he offered, swallowing with effort.
Because I couldn’t seem to locate my voice, I simply shook my head.
“Good,” the High King replied, and then his fingers were on my stomach, trailing through the sticky mess.
To my absolute surprise, he lubricated himself with Wrenlock’s come, first with his hand and next by sliding the point of his erection down my stomach, and then, with a low groan, he drove himself inside me—all the way home.