Chapter 13
Thirteen
Kyrith
Lambert kisses me like he’s trying to devour me until there’s no air, only him. I press closer, seeking more. He’s always so warm, and my nipples strain towards him like they want to absorb that heat.
“I’ll just…” Jasper hedges. “Unless…you want me to stay?”
“Stay,” I gasp between kisses. “But only if you’re prepared to be naked and on your knees.”
I pull back from Lambert, carefully watching Jasper’s expression to make sure he’s okay with this.
My shoulders drop a fraction of an inch when I find nothing on his angelic face but pure heat.
He grabs the back of his jumper, pulling it and the shirt beneath over his head in a smooth motion, exposing the hair-dusted planes of his chest. Lambert must sense that I want to watch, because he relinquishes my mouth, dusting kisses along the line of my jaw before nuzzling at my ear.
Magic, I didn’t even know that spot was sensitive.
Jasper’s thumbs hesitate at the fly of his jeans. For a second, I wonder if he’ll disobey or make some excuse to stop Lambert from learning about the cage I made for him, but his abs ripple on a deep breath, then he unsnaps the buttons, shoving the fabric down.
I’m distracted as Lambert’s teeth graze the shell of my ear, and my pussy clenches.
He moves back, setting me on my feet again to undo the buckle holding my grimoire holster around my waist. It takes him no time at all to find the hidden zipper at the small of my waist and drag it down, letting my skirt fall to the floor.
When I lock eyes with Jasper again, he’s naked, his cock red and straining against the gleaming golden metal of its cage.
My heart stutters in my chest at the vulnerability in his fluttering hands and blushing cheeks, but of all my men, Lambert is the least judgemental.
Something he proves when he steps aside, making room for Jasper.
“Nice jewellery, dude,” he says, as his hand travels up along the inside of my thigh, lifting my leg and bending it, putting my pussy on full display, like an invitation.
Jasper relaxes, and he steps closer. “Thanks. Kyrith made it.”
He sinks to his knees as ordered, taking responsibility for keeping me upright as Lambert claims my mouth again. Our tongues meet, his stroking mine with a kind of eager desperation that I’ll only ever associate with him.
Oh.
A whisper of sound escapes between us, and I feel his smile against my lips. Somehow my hands find their hair, keeping both of them in place, urging them where I want them.
At the same time, Jasper’s fingertips stroke back and forth over the skin on my inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His beard scratches a light path just below them, inches from my knee and nowhere near where I need him.
“Higher,” I demand. “I want you to make me come so hard that you can still taste me on your lips tomorrow.”
“Aye, Mistress.” His answer is muffled in the crease between my thigh and labia, and then his tongue is there, licking me from ass to clit without shame.
“Can I do that too?” Lambert asks, and my hand fists in his hair.
“If you’re a good boy.”
Jasper licks me again, his groan resonating through me as he ends with a tiny suck to my aching clit.
“I can be good,” Lambert murmurs, dropping his head to the hollow of my throat as his hand comes up to graze a teasing touch over the upper slope of my breast. A heartbeat later, his lips trace the same path, and I shiver.
He unties the bow at my hip, and my top falls open, revealing a blood-red corset beneath.
Two very masculine noises of approval thrum through the heated air.
Lambert presses an open-mouthed kiss to the exposed skin of my left breast, sucking lightly in time with Jasper on my clit until I gasp.
My nails have to be cutting into their scalps by now, but it only seems to spur their eagerness.
By the time Lambert pulls away, there’s a tiny red love bite on my skin.
I release him just long enough to run my fingers over the runeform I inked into the fabric over my navel.
It flares, and the laces un-thread themselves.
The stiffened panels fall away, and Lambert is right there, cupping my breasts in his hands like they’re precious.
He sucks my right nipple into his mouth, worshipping it with his tongue while Jasper strokes along the seam of my pussy in question.
“Yes,” I tell him. “Fuck me with your fingers.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice, sliding two straight into me and working them in and out slowly.
Stars, yes.
“More,” I demand. “Don’t stop.”
Lambert sucks a little harder, his thumb and finger pinching my neglected nipple as Jasper obeys, adding a third finger to the mix, stretching, pumping. My breathing turns ragged as my peak approaches, and Jasper strums my clit with his tongue, each stroke sending me higher. Higher.
Lambert turns my head so my cheek is pressed against the door, abandoning my breasts to murmur, “Let him hear you, boss.”
I come with a cry, and if it’s a little louder than normal, who can blame me? Jasper’s touches switch, becoming gentle, bringing me down from the high with the same exquisite care, then he moves away. Cold air rushes to fill his place as he lowers my other leg to the ground and helps me turn.
I don’t understand what they’re doing until my forearms are braced on the tapestry-covered door, my face inches away from it and my ass stuck out in their direction.
Lambert’s tattooed cock slides home in one long thrust, scorching me from the inside.
“Yes!” I scream, both at the suddenness and the rightness that is being claimed by him.
“Boss. Fuck. You’re dripping.” His hands land on my hips, fingers digging in as his cock flexes inside me. “Stop clenching like that or I’m gonna come before we even start.”
“You don’t come until I do,” I demand. “Now fuck me, Lambert. Hard.”
If our voices are a little louder than usual, who cares?
My head drops as he pulls out, then slams back inside, making my breasts bounce. A glint of gold distracts me. Jasper’s caged cock is inches from my mouth. I lean over to brush a kiss to the warm metal, making him shudder right along with me.
“Please, Mistress,” he begs. “Don’t tease.”
My lips quirk, only to part on another moan as Lambert’s next thrust rubs directly over a sensitive spot inside me. Everything south of my navel sparks and fizzes as I press open-mouthed kisses to Jasper’s dick, then lower to suck lightly at the tight skin of his balls.
“So pretty and good for me,” I praise. “All mine.”
“Yours,” he promises. “Please, Mistress. Please unlock me.”
“Mmm. Not yet.”
I shift, bracing myself with my left arm over my head so I can slip the forefinger of my right hand into my mouth, getting it nice and wet as I meet his eyes.
His have gone unfocused with arousal, and he watches as I cup his heavy sack, rubbing my finger backwards until I find the pucker of his ass. I stroke over it once, then twice, reassured when his head falls back.
He likes this.
Lambert’s thrusts slow, but I don’t mention it. We’re both entranced by what I’m doing.
“You’re goin’ tae kill me,” Jasper mutters under his breath as I slip my finger into the soft, clasping heat of his ass.
“Lobiretimi,” I murmur.
The metal drips away, becoming a thin, flat ring encircling his balls and shaft. His cock immediately swells, rising to bob against my lips. Lambert’s movements cease altogether, making me arch in frustration as I kiss the tip, and Jasper’s breath hitches.
“Lambert, move,” I demand, rocking against him as I swirl my tongue around the flared head of Jasper’s dick.
I dip down, taking Jasper fully into my mouth for a brief second before I release him and look back.
Lambert chooses that moment to draw back and hammer into me.
“Lambert!” I half-scold, half-scream.
“Just making sure Leo gets the point, boss.” He drives into me again and again, drawing shocked moans from the depths of my soul with each smack of his hips against my ass.
Because having a cock in my mouth would muffle the noises I’m making, I realise.
Lambert Winthrop is a devious, devious man, something he proves all over again when he slows down and lets me go back to worshipping Jasper’s shaft with my mouth.
His pace only picks up again when I draw back for air, and my inhale is cut short as I’m forced to abandon playing with Jasper’s ass and grip his thigh for support.
Lambert’s balls slap against my clit, adding bright shocks of pleasure to the twirling mass low in my abdomen.
Jasper’s hand cups my jaw, gently guiding me back to my task, but Lambert takes that as a challenge and picks up speed again until my voice is hoarse and my concentration so broken that all I can do is press kisses to the swollen head.
When I come, Lambert’s breath catches in the way I’ve learned means he’s about to follow me over, so I abandon Jasper entirely and watch as his golden head tips back and pleasure suffuses his features.
It takes a moment for him to catch his breath and move away. When he does, I grip Jasper, turn, and press my back into the tapestry-covered door. Using his dick like a leash, I pull him forward until the scorching tip of him brushes against my sopping wet slit.
My calf rests over his hip, and he whimpers as the adjustment causes him to slip inside.
“Make me come again,” I order him, panting as I beg my body to adjust faster so I can take more than just the first inch of him.
Magic, I know he’s big, but this position makes the stretch more intense than ever. Still, I’m greedy enough that I want more. My hands wrap around his back, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as I pull him into me fully.
He pauses, like he wants to give me a second to acclimate to the fullness, but I nip punishingly at his jaw.
“Now.”
“Aye, Mistress.” Those two words, broken by lust, send me spiralling all over again.
The first punch of his body into mine jolts me up onto my tiptoes, his body grinding against my clit as he takes me deep and fast. The hair on his chest tickles my nipples, keeping them rock hard and oversensitive as I alternate between kissing him and gasping for oxygen.
“More,” I order.
“So demanding, boss.” Lambert leans against the wall beside me, stealing my mouth in a drugging kiss.
“So perfect,” Jasper whispers, as his thrusts stutter. “Please, I can’t…”
Lambert’s fingers slip between us, finding my clit, rubbing it in harried circles.
That’s all it takes. Sparkles dance around the edge of my vision; the peak so close that all I need to do is reach out and take it.
“Come with me,” I demand, as my body tenses, toes curling as my head falls back under the rush.
Jasper’s knees buckle. Suddenly his full weight is crushing me against the door as his cock pulses. One of his forearms rests above me, the scent of us and sex filling my nostrils as I let my head fall forward to rest against his shoulder while we both catch our breath.
Then, from the other side of the door, closer than I care to think about, comes a single, amused huff.
“Sweet dreams, Librarian.”