Chapter 37 #2
Part of me expects her to tell me no. To tell me that this isn’t healthy. Instead, she fumbles with my belt.
My next kiss is full of gratitude.
I reach beneath her skirt, smoothing up the soft skin of her inner thigh until I find the silken heat of her weeping in welcome for me.
Good. I plunge two fingers inside her, glorying in the way her lips fall open in shock and her walls ripple around my invasion.
My thumb finds her clit while I pump in and out of her, trying to focus past the teasing brushes of her fingers against my cock.
When she frees my length and takes it in one hand, I hiss.
Stars.
I knock her grip aside, swiping a scrap from my pocket as I notch myself at her entrance.
“Do you trust me?” I ask.
Those beautiful pale eyes widen slightly, her pupils already blown. “Yes.”
Something in my chest loosens, but I don’t pause to analyse it. I let go of her neck, allowing her torso to fall back over the open air as I grab her hips and thrust inside her.
Kyrith screams, the sound half-pleasure, half-shock as her hands reach for mine like she can claw her way back up using my body as a ladder.
She doesn’t need to. The scrap burns to ashes between my fingers, a hover spell holding her in mid-air as I let go and bury myself into her over and over again.
I’m not gentle. I don’t have that kind of finesse in me right now.
She’s scorching, wrapping around me like she was made for me. Maybe she was.
“Pierce,” Kyrith scolds, but it’s a breathless, pleasure-kissed sound. “Oh, magic. Harder. Please.”
Her hands release my arms, one going to the back of my neck to pull me down for a kiss as her other fights the fabric trapped between us to play with her clit.
Every touch makes her pussy clench, strangling my dick. My rhythm stutters, but I force back the ecstasy trying to streak down my spine. I’m not about to come before she does.
My forehead drops to the valley of Kyrith’s breasts, and I dart my tongue out to taste the salt at her neckline. The angle of my thrusts changes, and she arches against the magic holding her up, her startled scream bouncing off the dome above.
Movement below catches my eye, and I grin at Dakari leaning against the desk, watching. Lifting a scarred brow, he cocks his head to one side and makes a slight twirling motion with his finger.
Voyeurs aren’t supposed to be so demanding. Luckily, I’m in an obliging mood.
Pulling out with a smirk, I turn Kyrith until the marble banister presses into her stomach, flip her skirt back up, and plunge into her again.
The hover spell fades away, unnecessary now that she has her feet on the floor.
Like this, Dakari can watch her tits threaten to escape her corset with every thrust. One of these days, when I’ve fucked this urgent craving out of my system, I’ll have the patience to fully undress our Librarian and worship her properly.
I don’t see it happening soon. My self-control is lacking where she’s concerned.
Kyrith gasps as she notices our quiet watcher, and I drive into her faster in response.
Her head drops, a whine escaping as she returns to staring at the other man.
That won’t do. I want all of her attention on what I’m doing.
I palm her ass with both hands and squeeze, running my thumb up to massage the ring of muscle winking at me.
The distraction causes my thrusts to slow, but I barely notice.
Her shocked little gasp fades into a surprised moan as I dip my thumb inside to the first knuckle, then retreat, only to nudge forward again in counterpoint with my cock.
That’s all it takes.
Kyrith’s cry reverberates around the Rotunda. Her pussy flutters, ass tightening around my thumb as she breaks apart in my arms. My balls draw up, threatening to revolt, and I curse under my breath, going still as I fight the urge to climax.
Not yet. I want to enjoy her a little more first.
Despite her orgasm, she remains tense, her eyes searching me out.
Unsure. Almost…nervous.
To test my suspicion, I wiggle my thumb again, watching as Kyrith’s brows furrow and her pupils blow wide.
She’s new to this. How? She’s had the other four making her scream almost nightly for weeks now. Are they seriously that unimaginative?
The pages of my grimoire flicker beside me in response to my thoughts.
“Has anyone played with you here?”
She shakes her head. “We’ve dabbled, but…not much.”
I tut under my breath. “Do you want to try?”
Kyrith nods so fast that it makes me smile. Her hand dips to the pages of the book still holstered at her hip, and a bottle of lube appears beside us.
Her eagerness is a strange combination of erotic and adorable.
“A little cold, darling.”
The cap pops loudly in the open space, followed by a rustle of paper that makes me glance down.
Dakari’s grimoire is out. He mutters a spell, and a moment later he’s climbing a set of invisible stairs through the air to reach us.
“I don’t mind an audience,” I tell him. “But if you interfere, I will burn off your dick.”
“Do your job, and I won’t have to,” he retorts, stopping just out of Kyrith’s reach. “But she’s new to this, and sharing is caring.”
He’s there for her, gauging her reactions to make sure she enjoys herself. I can accept that, I suppose. Just for this first time, anyway.
She flinches when the cold lube hits her skin, and I rub her spine through her shirt with my free hand as I work it into her.
My finger slides in to the first knuckle again, and she makes a soft noise of enjoyment.
I thrust into her pussy a few times, distracting her as I work a second finger into her ass, massaging deeper.
Dakari’s eyes are fixed on her face, watching for any sign that she’s not enjoying herself, but Kyrith is taking to this better than I could’ve hoped. Three of my fingers are buried in her ass as she moans and bounces on my cock.
It’s so tempting to give in, to finish inside the warm, wet heaven of her cunt, but I selfishly want to be the first to take her ass. Not because I want to gloat about it or anything like that. No. I just want to be etched in her memory as deeply as she is in mine.
No one forgets their first time.
The heat in Dakari’s dark eyes is almost enough to make me issue the invitation I know he’s waiting for, but I don’t.
She’s mine when I’m fucking her. I’ll take his help with this because I want her to love it.
After that…maybe I’ll eventually relax enough around the other heirs to consider it. Maybe not.
When I can’t physically last another second, I ease myself from Kyrith’s clasping heat. My balls ache, tortured by the almost-release. I squeeze the base of my cock in an effort to force back my impending orgasm before I coat myself with even more lube and press against her back entrance.
“Relax for me,” I croon against her back, pressing a kiss to her nape as the head of my cock pops past the ring of muscles at her entrance.
“Ohh.” Her hands reach back, as if she can’t decide whether to push me away or pull me closer.
“Good?” Dakari checks.
I pause, hating him for the interruption but needing her answer more than my next breath.
“Slower,” she gasps. “It burns a bit.”
“You’re doing so well, baby girl,” he murmurs as I grab the lube and dump a whole load more on the place where we’re joined, working it in with shallow, gentle thrusts until she sags over the banister once more.
She’s reaching for him now, grabbing his hand.
“Better?” I check.
Dakari nods for her, eyes not leaving her face. “Want more?”
She nods. “Yes. Please.”
I press deeper, and she moans as I bottom out. Magic, she’s tight. Her ass is tensing around me like a fist, and I start counting backwards in my head from a thousand as I fight to give her time to get used to me.
“Move on me, darling.” I reach around to rub circles over her clit.
I’d rather she set the pace than I hurt her, but I shouldn’t have worried.
Kyrith’s gasp as she pulls away then rocks her hips back is pure bliss.
The noises only grow louder as she gets more confident.
Her butt jiggles as her rocking turns to bouncing, and I swear I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life.
My own breaths are strangled. Inarticulate. If my fingers move faster on her clit, it’s pure self-preservation. I’ve been holding off my own orgasm for too long, and watching her fuck me with her ass stretched wide around my cock is the final straw.
“Pierce!” she screams as I give in and pinch the nub. Hard.
I’m too caught up in my own pleasure to really appreciate the full body shiver that runs through her. I come so hard my vision goes dark for a second, cum filling her as I finally let go.
“Two isn’t bad,” Dakari comments as I pull myself free of her body and conjure a cloth to clean her up with. “I would’ve made her come at least twice more.”
“If you’re so good, why didn’t she know she could squirt until two weeks ago?” I retort.
A delicate hand lands on my chest, Kyrith’s head already shaking.
“If you’re sharing my bed, then your rivalry stays out of it,” she says hoarsely. “I refuse to become just another way you can one-up each other.”
Dakari hops over the balustrade, coming closer to press a kiss to her forehead. “Sorry, baby girl.”
I murmur my own apology, then pause. “What if we want a friendly competition to see who can give you the most orgasms?”
She pins me with a look. “You can do that when I’m convinced you know the meaning of the word.”
Dakari chuckles. “It’s a hell of a lot more friendly than it was before you entered the picture.”
“Exactly.”
“You can’t both seriously want—” She cuts herself off, sighing. “You don’t want to share me like that, anyway.”
“I’m learning to appreciate the benefits,” I reply, ducking down and sweeping her into my arms. “Slowly.”
Her answering kiss on the underside of my jaw is so soft I almost don’t feel it.