Chapter 25
I look down at Sinner, my hair hanging down on either side of his face. Is this something I can depend on long term? I don’t know. I couldn’t even imagine myself dating someone a few weeks ago, and now even the idea of going back to the isolation of my old life feels like losing a limb.
Sinner slaps my ass. “Hey, where’d you go, demon?”
“What? I’m right here. Sorry, I was just thinking how fast things have been moving.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” He strokes down the side of my thigh, tracing circles with his fingertips.
I sit up, straddling him. “Good, I think.” I grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it off in one quick motion and tossing it aside.
“Ah, we’re moving that fast, huh? I’m not gonna complain.” Sinner lifts his hips, bouncing me in the process, and works off the thin, gray sweatpants he had on. He’s not wearing anything underneath.
“I’ve decided confidence is sexy.” Maybe I’ll never be the girl that wants to dance on an altar, but this? This is fun.
“Oh really?” He makes a grab for me.
I push his hands away, and then wrap one of mine around his length instead. “Let me have my fun here.”
“Be my guest, beautiful.” There’s no mistaking the pulsing excitement that I feel against my palm.
I give him a stroke, watching beads of slickness drip from the tip. I use my palm to spread them over the plum head of his cock. Then as more comes out, down his length until he’s completely coated in his own lube. It glistens between my fingers, beckoning me.
I want to taste him.
Stroke him.
Make him feel a little bit of what they do for me. I want to make him so hot that he’s begging for more. I slide down his legs, until his cock is right in front of me. “What should I do?”
“You little tease.” Sinner’s voice is deeper than usual. “I want you to open your mouth and suck my cock, demon. You’re an actress, right? Show me how much you want me, and make me believe it.”
I squeeze his cock hard enough that he hisses in surprise. “You think I have to act?” I stick out my tongue and give his slit a little lick.
“Suck it.”
“So predictable.” I blow a stream of air over his crown. His cock jumps in my hand.
“Do it. Show me.” His voice has grown even huskier, and he’s watching me with lust-darkened eyes. He’s not begging… yet.
Looking him right in the eyes, I smile as I extend my tongue and touch it to the ridge around the head, pulling it slowly around. He shivers and draws a sharp breath through his nose.
“Sensitive?”
“Fuck yeah. Do it again.”
I squeeze him hard instead. “Say please.”
“Do it again, Quinn. Please.” His playful grin almost makes me giggle, but I manage to hold a straight face.
I lean in and swirl my tongue around him, loving his hiss and his fingers driving into my hair.
For a moment I think he’s going to take over, but he holds himself back.
Knowing that he could make me do anything he wants, but still lets me run the show is exciting in itself.
I draw a breath, then wrap my lips around his crown and suck.
“Fuuuuck,” he moans.
His fingers grip harder, and it takes him longer to relax them this time. I think my time in charge is coming to an end, but what a way to go. I pull back with a little kiss on the tip. “How’s that? All good?”
“Get your fucking mouth back on my cock,” he pants. There’s a hint of desperation in his voice.
“I don’t know. You didn’t say—”
He times the push perfectly so when my mouth is open for the ‘a’ in ‘say’, it’s filled with cock. “I fucking love your mouth, demon. And your tongue, and your lips. I love hearing you struggle with my size as I fuck it. You wanna show me how confident you are? Make me come.”
I brace my hands against his powerful thighs, straining against him as he guides my head down, over and over in a sexual tug-of-war. He uses enough pressure to make me feel dirty in a good way, but never trapped. It’s a struggle where we both really want the same result.
I’m soaking wet, the air on my thighs cool. I tighten my lips around him. I explore him with my tongue, and choke on him when he goes deep, right before letting me back up, only to repeat it again and again.
He fucks my mouth, holding my head still as he thrusts his hips.
I keep my lips taut around his shaft, breathing through my nose as his movements become ragged.
He swells, eager for release, and I’m more than ready to taste him.
To feel his cum slide down my throat as he loses himself.
When I lean back, I can almost get a good angle to grind against his leg.
He groans, a thick sound deep in his chest and then… pulls me off, leaving me wet and worn, breathing like I just ran a marathon and staring at him, trying to figure out what he wants.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Priest’s voice comes from behind us.
“Oh my God!” I spin, which gives Sinner the opportunity he needs to flip me onto my back on the bed.
“I was wondering how long you were going to stand there,” Sinner says with a chuckle.
Priest, most of the way naked already, kicks off his jeans. “I liked the begging bit.”
The shock doesn’t feel nearly as important as finishing what we started. “Am I interrupting?” I ask. “Or is someone going to fuck me?”
Priest’s laugh is addictive. I grin back at him as he crawls onto the bed with us. Sinner reaches into his bedside table and pulls out a couple condoms, tossing one to Priest.
For a moment, I’m hit with the surrealism of being in Sinner’s bed waiting for the man I used to know as Heath to pull on a condom and fuck me. It feels right, like this was an option the whole time, and I just hadn’t known where to look.
But now that I do, there’s nothing I want more than to feel him deep inside me. I want to feel the swell and pulse of his cock when he comes. I want to hear the noises he makes when it happens. The noises I make.
Priest looms over me, but he doesn’t just spread my legs and fuck me.
First comes the kiss, the heat of his lips on mine and the slide of his tongue, coaxing my own.
My brain switches off, leaving me with nothing but the primal reactions of my body yearning for his.
When he finally slides home, it’s in one long, determined motion that pulls a moan from deep inside me with each inch of thickness.
“Okay?” he asks softly, not moving again until I make eye contact and nod.
He rolls to the side, taking me with him. At first I’m not sure what he’s doing, but then Sinner slips in behind me and I let them take control, trusting them to take care of me and make it good.
I hitch my leg over Priest’s hip, getting a better angle for him to fuck me chest to chest. Sinner’s hands stroke down my back until they get to my ass, and then up and around my front, cupping my breasts as he gets closer, trapping me between them.
Priest pulls his hips back until his tip slips free. I groan in disappointment, but the next thing I know, Sinner’s cock is taking its place.
He chuckles in my ear. “Beg.”
I have no pride left. “Fuck me. Hard. Make me yours.” He waits. Fine. “Please.”
He takes me at my word, driving into me fast and hard, pushing my breath out of me as he fills me up.
But at the same time, it’s Priest who’s watching me, and Priest I kiss as Sinner thrusts.
Until they switch again. Sinner retreats and Priest holds me tight as he slides home.
Their angles are different, their cocks are different, their techniques are different, but we move together like one.
It’s overwhelming. There’s nothing I’ve done in my life that could’ve prepared me for this, even when we were all together.
I cry out, trembling between them as my climax builds.
Surges like wild electricity rush from my core and out through my whole body, until I’m not sure I can take it anymore.
Priest’s desperate groans echo in one ear, and Sinner’s in my other.
They trade off, pounding me faster and faster and I know they won’t last much longer than I will.
“So close,” I whine.
“Are you gonna come for me, demon? Do it, make him feel you,” Sinner growls.
And I do, coming completely undone around Priest’s hard cock.
I don’t hear my own screams, but I can feel how hoarse my voice is as I shatter.
My world turns blindingly white and I ride wave after wave of pure pleasure.
I have one hand in Priest’s hair and the other in Sinner’s.
Neither complains even though I’m sure I’m practically tearing it out at the roots.
Priest comes with a roar, fucking me through the rest of my orgasm and not pulling out until I’m just starting to come down.
But it’s not over. Sinner slams in, one hand on my shoulder for grip as his ragged thrusts reduce both of us to our basest instincts.
I’m still seeing stars when he drives in one last time and shudders.
For what seems like forever and no time at all, we stay like that, all three of us locked in place, but eventually he slides out and we come back to our own bodies.
“I’m dead,” I declare, cuddled between the two of them. “From now on you’re going to have to carry me everywhere. I don’t think my legs will ever work again.”
Priest chuckles. “I actually came back to tell you two that Colt is making breakfast.”
“Fuck breakfast,” I say as I close my eyes and tip my head backwards.
“Don’t think I can get it up again that fast,” Sinner teases.
I poke him in the side. “Maybe you just haven’t found the right donut yet.”