Chapter 14 #2
“More,” I whimpered, clenching against his touch. The knowledge that Portia watched everything multiplied the lust and humiliation in my veins.
Tavish leaned over me, and the silk of his dressing gown covered me from shoulder to thigh. “I’ll give you more, darling.” He closed his teeth around the curve of my ear. “But I can’t hurry this. I want to be absolutely wicked with your hole, so I need to open it first.”
My breath caught, and I squeezed my eyes shut against the promise in his words.
“Yes,” I croaked, unable to manage anything more eloquent.
Tavish straightened, taking his body heat with him. Glass clinked, and I opened my eyes to see him pull the stopper from the decanter with a soft pop. The scent of rich, smoky whiskey wafted through the air. A drop dangled from the stopper, the bead of liquid catching the sun.
Tavish held the finial to my lips. A moan escaped me as I let him push it into my mouth. The glass was warm from his hand, and the bulb stretched my lips as he gently rotated it back and forth.
Behind us, Portia’s breathing quickened. Maybe she’d crawled to the bottom of the bed, that naughty bow straining over her breasts. I pictured it, my mind showing me images of her pressing an eager hand between her thighs.
I sucked at the finial, and I knew my dick dripped onto the carpet.
“Good lad,” Tavish rasped, pulling the finial free. “Now let’s put it to better use.”
My heart hammered against the table as he pressed the slick, rounded glass against my entrance. I tensed, instinct urging me to keep him out.
“Relax,” he murmured, then he switched to Gaelic, his voice low and soothing as he reached his free hand between my legs and stroked my cock.
He praised me in the first tongue I’d ever learned, telling me I was good and sweet and his, our souls bound by fate and fire.
But he told me filthy things, too, promising to fill my belly with his come.
“You’re going to drip me down your thighs,” he said, twisting the finial against my opening. “Maybe I’ll stuff this little ball back inside when I’m done. Keep you slick and ready so I can have you whenever I want you. It looks so pretty between your cheeks, sweet Albie.”
I moaned, shamelessly thrusting my cock into his hand. The table grew slick under my forehead. My breath fluttered over the wood. The plates clinked, and my moans spilled over each other.
“That’s it,” Tavish said, working the glass in gentle circles.
“Open for me.” The slick glass pressed more insistently against my rim, and my resistance dissolved.
The finial breached me slowly, setting off a sweet burn that quickly subsided.
My passage clamped, then relaxed. Tavish pushed harder, and the smooth bulb stretched me wider before slipping past the tight ring of muscle.
I cried out, clenching around it. Hot, thick pleasure twisted in my guts as the glass nestled over my gland. My passage squeezed on its own, my control reduced to dust.
“Deeper,” I said, lifting my ass. Hunting for another hard nudge of the bulb over the place I needed it most.
“Aye,” Tavish growled. “Take it. Gods, Albie, you take it so well.” He twisted his hand up and down my shaft, stroking hard as he drew the bulb out halfway before pushing it back inside.
“Harder,” I demanded. “Don’t be gentle with me.”
His dark chuckle sent shivers down my spine. “Aye, darling. Whatever you need.”
Oh, I needed. The smooth, unyielding glass was so different from his cock, the pressure almost overwhelming. But I wanted it. I panted for it, my hips rolling.
A feminine moan lifted behind me. Cheek still pressed to the table, I turned my head enough to see Portia kneeling at the bottom of the mattress.
Her eyes were glassy with lust as she clutched the edge of the headboard with tight fingers.
Her nightgown had ridden up her thighs, and her free hand moved beneath the silk.
Her nipples were pink shadows under her nightgown, the tips like little arrow points.
The blue bow at her throat trembled with each ragged breath.
She’d watched everything. Watched Tavish roll and twist the glass against my hole. Watched me gasp and squirm against the stretch. Watched the most intimate part of me open and swallow the bulb. And now she touched herself, that maddening bow so prim and proper atop her thrusting tits.
“She wants you to fuck her,” Tavish said. “Don’t you, lass?”
“Yes,” she said at once. “I…” Her voice caught.
“What?” Tavish demanded.
“I burn for you.”
I groaned, my legs trembling. I trembled everywhere, dangling on the precipice of something deep and vast. It should have scared me, but I wanted to fall. To tumble and spin with Tavish and Portia beside me.
Tavish pulled the finial from my ass, and I shuddered at the loss, my hole clamping on empty air. He pulled me up, turned me in his arms, and kissed me.
He tasted of whiskey, fire, and something wild. His dressing gown brushed my legs. His hands were hot against my skin. I clutched at his shoulders, my fingers tangling in his hair. Our cocks pressed hard against each other through the split in his gown.
I gasped, seconds from spending.
Tavish broke off the kiss and spun me toward the bed. “Go to her.”
I stumbled forward on unsteady legs, my cock so hard I wondered if the brush of air was enough to make me come.
“Albie…” Portia whispered as I climbed onto the mattress.
I captured her face in my hands, drinking in her emerald eyes and the flush that spread from her cheeks to the tops of her breasts. “This fucking bow has been driving me mad,” I snarled. Then I bent and tugged it open with my teeth.
She sucked in a breath, pushing her fingers through my hair as I yanked her nightgown off her shoulders. I kept going, tugging the flimsy fabric to her waist. Then I buried my face in her soft breasts.
Her nipples tightened, and I turned my head and sucked one into my mouth. She was warm and sweet, the floral soap from the bath clinging to her skin. I circled her nipple with my tongue as I slipped a hand between her thighs and found her clit.
“I’ve never tasted you,” I mumbled against her nipple. “I think we should change that right now.”
“Please,” she said, answering me with a roll of her hips.
I bore her back on the bed, then dragged the nightgown off her legs and tossed it to the floor. She parted her thighs, and I crawled between them, my mouth watering at the sight of all her delicate, slick pinkness spread open for me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, kissing the inside of her knee. And she was a miracle. Fate had plucked her from another time and delivered her to me. I was undeserving of such a gift, but I wasn’t humble enough to give it back.
My dragon moved restlessly beneath my skin as I kissed my way up Portia’s inner thigh. The mattress dipped as Tavish joined us. He ran a hand down my flank and squeezed my ass.
“Don’t keep her waiting, Albie.”
I didn’t need the encouragement. I lowered my mouth to Portia’s sex and gave her a long, slow lick from entrance to clit. She cried out, one hand grabbing my hair.
“Oh god,” she said. “That feels…”
“Tell me,” I said, flicking my tongue over her clit. When she didn’t immediately comply, I grazed my teeth over it.
“Good!” she gasped, jerking her hips.
I nipped her harder. “Is that all, lass?”
“No! Gods!” She writhed against my mouth, and her voice wobbled as she said, “It feels amazing. Don’t fucking stop.”
Well, that was acceptable. I hummed against her, then thrust my tongue into her opening.
She was even sweeter between her legs, and I sucked at her pussy, drawing more of her essence down my throat.
Her slick arousal smeared my mouth and chin as I kissed down her slick, plump lips before returning to her clit.
“Albie!” She tugged at my hair, her cries spiraling higher. “I’m going to—” She stiffened, and another rush of honey spilled down my chin. Growling, I sucked and licked her through her orgasm, fluttering my tongue over her clit.
The moment she went limp, Tavish palmed my ass and spread my cheeks.
Then his tongue worked a slick, hot path around my hole, and I moaned into Portia’s pussy.
He lifted away, then spread me wider and spit on my opening.
I was still loose and open from the finial, and I shuddered as he worked the moisture around my rim with his thumbs.
My cock was a throbbing, aching weight between my legs. I knew my spectacles were askew as I lifted my head and met Portia’s heated gaze.
“I need to be inside you,” I said. “Do you want that?”
She straightened my spectacles, then stroked the hair away from my face. “More than anything.”
I could have wept at her answer. Crawling up her body, I positioned myself between her thighs. Tavish stroked my lower back, his fingers brushing the cleft of my ass as I aligned my cock with Portia’s entrance.
“I need you,” she whispered. “Both of you. But I still won’t accept the mate bond,” she added quickly, darting a look between us. “I can’t. Not yet.”
Tavish’s low chuckle rumbled the bed. “Aye, Princess. We know.” He leaned over me to look at her, his blue eyes dark with promise. “But your dragon will convince you eventually. She’s already halfway there.”
Portia opened her mouth to argue, but I pushed forward, sinking into her tight heat. She was slick and ready, and she took me easily, her pussy gloving my cock like she was made for me. I didn’t stop until her tight, silky heat wrapped around me from tip to root.
“Gods,” I muttered, struggling to hold still.
Behind me, Tavish groaned at the sight of our joining.
He gripped my hips, steadying me as I began to move inside Portia.
Every thrust sent sparks up my spine, and I had to bite my lip to keep from coming too soon.
I withdrew and thrust back in, groaning at the slick friction.
My spectacles slipped down my nose again, but I didn’t care.
All that mattered was the goddess beneath me, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure and breathless little moans spilling from her lips.
“Look at my mates,” Tavish murmured. “So beautiful together.” He leaned over me, his cock brushing my thigh before the tip lodged at my opening. He pressed forward, and I stilled as I adjusted to the stretch.
“Slow,” Tavish murmured, kissing my shoulder, my neck. “Breathe, Albie.”
I drew a ragged breath, my arms trembling as I held myself over Portia.
She stroked her hands down my chest, brushing her fingertips over my nipples and making me hang my head as I fought for control.
I scratched and clawed for it, my body caught between Portia’s wet heat and Tavish’s insistent pressure.
His cock pulsed hot against my walls, while Portia’s pussy squeezed my shaft.
With a final push, Tavish seated himself fully inside me, nudging me deeper into Portia. The three of us groaned, locked tightly together in the sunlit bed. There were no shadows to hide in. Just bright, warm sun and the hot press of skin against skin.
Sweat beaded on my forehead, my whole body trembling as I adjusted to the fullness. Portia cupped my jaw in one of her soft hands. She slid her other hand down to where we joined, her fingers exploring my cock.
“I can feel you both,” she whispered, wonder in her voice. “Every time Tavish thrusts into you, I feel it. You’re so deep inside me, Albie. You feel so good.”
“So do you,” I said. “You’re perfect, lass.”
Tavish withdrew slightly, then pushed back in with careful control. His cockhead nudged the spot inside me that melted my spine, and I rocked against Portia with a hoarse cry.
“Yes,” she breathed, spreading her legs wider. “Fuck me. Both of you.”
“Our woman gets what she wants,” Tavish said. He set the rhythm, every powerful thrust of his hips driving his cock deeper into my ass and my cock deeper into Portia.
“Yes,” Portia gasped, digging her fingers into my shoulders. “Oh gods, right there.”
Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and I lowered my head and captured a tightly puckered nipple between my lips. She cried out, her pussy clenching around my shaft.
Tavish growled behind me, thrusting harder.
Stretching and filling me, his dick a heavy, warm weight in my body.
Sweat trickled down my back as he drove into me again and again, his cockhead hitting the spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
Portia writhed beneath me, and her pussy gripped me like a silken fist with every thrust. The three of us moved together, finding a rhythm that built and built, our bodies slick with sweat and need.
“I’m close,” Portia gasped, her eyes locked on mine. “Please don’t stop.”
“Never,” I promised, struggling to hold back my release. I wanted to feel her come around me before I let myself go. I didn’t want to miss a moment of her release.
“Harder,” I told Tavish.
He plowed me. The bed shook, its curtains dancing. Skin slapped skin, and the air filled with our moans and the slick sounds of brazen, unrestrained sex.
I reached between Portia’s legs and found her clit. I circled the swollen bud with my thumb as I thrust into her. Tavish reached around and cupped her breast, pinching her nipple between his thick fingers.
“Come for us, lass,” he commanded.
She obeyed, her back arching as she cried out. Her pussy clamped like a vise, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a groan, I buried myself to the hilt and emptied into her, my vision blurring at the edges.
Tavish’s rhythm faltered, and he drove into me one final time. His cock twitched and pulsed as he pumped his hot release inside me.
For a moment, we panted together in a tangle of sweaty limbs.
Then Tavish pulled out and flopped onto the pillows beside Portia.
I withdrew, then did the same on her other side.
The three of us lay silently for several heartbeats as we caught our breath.
My spectacles had slipped, and I pushed them back into place.
Portia’s eyes were already closing, exhaustion finally catching up with her.
“Sleep, lass,” I said quietly.
Tavish’s soft snore drew my gaze to him. He cuddled against Portia, his nose buried in her hair and one hand resting possessively over her breast.
I smiled. I’d worn them both out. Sleep tugged at my eyelids, and I rolled into Portia and slid an arm around her waist.
Despite the uncertainty of what came next, I had everything I needed in the world.