18. Divine Sin #2
Deyva’s gaze was a brand on my face, a fire in my blood as I thought of how close she was.
I tore my mouth from Stavros', his hand sliding under my t-shirt to pin me to his chest, teeth scratching and grazing my down my neck as I arched into him.
I turned my head and there she was, legs folded in her lap, arms crossed over the back of the chair with her chin resting on top, and her eyes lit up like a stoplight.
“Hey,” I rasped, riding Stravos' hand on my cock, my eyes half-lidded and my mouth burning from the rough kiss.
“Hey,” she said, tongue flicking out over her lips. “You good?”
Stavros' mouth gentled on my throat and I reached a hand up to clutch at his hair and encourage him to go back to those nips and sucks that made me twitch against his palm. I nodded at Deyva and she smiled, sweeter than I expected, gentle compared to the grunts and gasps Stav and I were making.
“You’re both so beautiful,” she murmured, more to herself.
“How does it taste when I do this?” I asked, and then I yanked on Stavros' hair, pulling him upright and wrestling his shirt up his chest. He pulled his hands away from me to take it off and I hunched, biting at one of the flat brown nipples on his chest, grinning at the jerk and rock of him against me as he moaned and searched for more friction.
Deyva hummed and giggled. “Lemons and honey,” she said, and then she worked her little magic trick again, pushing the flavors and emotions we were feeling back at us.
I hit me like a sudden grip in my gut, around my cock, dizzy and sticky and sharp, and I shouted as I nearly came, gritting my teeth against the punch of pleasure.
“Fuuuck, Dey, babe, warn a guy,” Stavros gasped and shuddered. He combed his fingers through my hair, a little squeeze on the back of my neck to make me sit up.
Deyva grinned, but she didn’t look the least bit sorry. “I’m just in a sharing mood.”
I bit my lip and jerked my head at her. “C’mere for a sec.”
She shook her head. “Uh uh. I’m having a voyeur moment over here.”
“Come and kiss your boyfriend,” I said, oddly giddy. Had I ever really been anyone’s boyfriend before? Just school dances and the odd county fair, too afraid of what I was always feeling. Afraid of having this . Being able to lean into Stavros' strength, being able to sink into Deyva’s softness.
That same softness that was putting a candy-sweet smile on her lips now, gaze glittering back at me in that wild shade of red that probably should’ve been terrifying, but now just reminded me how fucking hard I was.
She slid up like liquid from the chair as Stavros pulled my shirt up over my head, swatting my hands away as I reached up to fix my hair. His hand cupped the back of my neck again, just tight enough to hold me still as Deyva rested one knee on the bed and arched over me.
She smells nice , I thought, and then her nose brushed against mine, her tongue flicking out and tracing my lips.
I shivered, trying to rise up into the kiss but held in place by Stavros' hand.
Deyva kissed me like I was an ice cream cone, all delicate flicks of her tongue and little sucking swipes of her lips until I was whining and ready to beg.
When her mouth finally fitted fully over mine, I panted, so absorbed by the stroke of her tongue that I missed what else was happening.
Pressure eased around my cock, a little snick snick snick of the zipper, as I tried to kiss Deyva back, trapped between her teasing mouth and Stavros' tight grip. There was a kiss of air and then a sudden warm and closed grip around my length. I flailed and clutched at Devya’s arm, my hips fucking into Stavros' hand, groaning at the shock of someone else’s touch where only mine had ever been.
I chased Deyva’s kiss as she pulled away, whimpered at the pluck of her teeth on my bottom lip, arched into her hands as she stroked my bare chest, fingers swirling over my nipples.
Stavros held steady on my cock, not moving, aside from a little swipe of his thumb over the head of my dick that made my eyes fall shut.
“Fuuuuck,” I breathed out, rocking into his hand.
“His pants are open too if you wanna touch,” Deyva said softly.
My fingers were clumsy, numb almost, the entire focus of my brain on the feel of Stavros’ hand holding my cock like it belonged to him .
But I managed to reach for him, to feel his stomach jump under my fingers.
My eyes opened on his face, the flush of his cheeks and the little damp mark on his bottom lip I’d left with my kiss.
Deyva moved behind me, her cheek rubbing against my shoulder.
Stavros’ hand left the back of my neck and I heard a soft sound by my ear.
“She likes her horns rubbed,” he said, grinning at me.
“He likes it when you moan and call him ‘Father,’” Deyva added, kissing my skin.
I laughed, a little scandalized, a lot turned on.
“Pervert,” I said fondly, and then I slipped my fingers down over his skittish belly button and through the happy trail of dark hair, into the waistband of his boxers, watching Stavros’ breath stutter the second I touched his thick base, circling it with my fingers.
Deyva pushed gently at my pants, so slow like she was waiting for me to tell her to stop. As if I could. As if I’d ever be able to stop now that this had started.
“The first week here I had a dream that you sucked me off in the confessional,” I gasped out, eyes wide. “Every time I was in there I couldn’t stop thinking of it. Still can’t.”
Stavros’ grin was bright and I choked on nothing as he squeezed my cock, pulling and twisting over the head, rubbing my own precum over my skin and his palm.
“I was hard that time you came in to brush your teeth while I was showering, thinking about you doing squats in those stupid exercise shorts of yours. Couldn’t wait for you to leave so I could jerk off, and then the water went ice fucking cold.”
“Do what he’s doing,” Deyva whispered in my ear, the devil on my shoulder. Or the angel for getting me here, putting Stavros in my hands, on my mouth, chest to chest.
I wrapped my fingers around Stavros’ cock, thicker than mine, pulse pounding against my palm, and the head of him sticky against my fingers as I squeezed.
He was uncut and easy to pump, soft skin gliding over his length.
Deyva soothed her own hands up and down my back, over my ass, squeezing a little and making me glance back at her.
“You’ve got a nice peach,” she said, winking.
“Babe, we can take turns grabbing bites later,” Stavros said.
And then I died, probably, thinking of the pair of them behind me.
Or Deyva under me as Stavros fucked my ass, wondering if it would hurt like hell or be the heaven I imagined.
Deyva giggled at my frozen expression, kissing my cheek.
I wanted them, I would’ve done literally anything they asked me to in that moment, things I’d actively avoided day dreaming of, things I definitely wasn’t ready for.
Deyva’s red gaze softened and she nuzzled my shoulder, humming happily as I rubbed my cheek against her horn, surprised to find I liked how it felt, cool and solid against the heat flooding me.
“It’s alright, Zach. We’ve got you.” Her arms circled my ribs and Stavros and I both sighed as she pet our chests, our stomachs.
Her fingertips grazed over my knuckles as I stroked Stavros as gently and aimlessly as he did me, pleasure simmering and blooming in little bursts.
And then her hands joined ours, and suddenly Stavros wasn’t just touching me as I touched him, but our cocks were nudging together, sliding and rubbing as Deyva’s grip circled us both.
“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ,” Stavros hissed, hips kicking, cock stroking mine.
“Don’t take the—holy shit,” I whined as Deyva squeezed our sticky heads together as we pulled out and then cupped us close as we slammed together.
“Look at you two, Zach,” Deyva murmured.
Stav and I both looked, our foreheads bumping as we stared down at the perfect, strange tangle of hands and dicks, so much fucking touching, so many kinds of friction. I wanted to savor it, but it felt too good, and I started moving faster, my breath coming short.
“I’m going to be so greedy one day,” Deyva continued. “I want the both of you fucking me. Think of how good it would feel to have you both all pressed together like this, inside of me? Have the both of you losing yourselves, and I get to be wrapped up in the pair of you.”
I moaned and rocked, my thighs burning, my body tensing. Stavros’ hand left the cluster of us and I whined until it returned, this time cupping and massaging my balls so perfectly I started to shake. He pulled my mouth to his, biting on my lip.
“Keep going, babe,” Stavros whispered, before sliding his tongue into my parted, panting mouth, fucking me there with his kiss at the same pace of the drag and press and rock of our cocks.
“Stavros and I can share you too. You can pin me down and fuck me with that perfect pretty cock of yours while Stavros fills you up,” Devya said.
Her words were a spell. For the first time in my life I didn’t give a fuck whether God did or didn’t approve of my sexuality, I just wanted to be with these two people, touching them, being touched by them.
Stavros held my face in one hand, my balls in the other, our chests pressing together with every labored, moaning breath.
“I want to fill my mouth with you. To taste you as Stavros kisses you until you can barely breathe.”
I made a sound like a wounded animal into the kiss, white lightning starting to threaten to crack and send me tumbling out of this heavy, heady place and into an inferno.
“Now that’s an idea,” Stavros said, pulling away from the kiss.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m going to—”
“Hang on, Zach,” Stavros said, and then he pushed on my chest, Deyva scooting back to hold me in her arms, my aching, pounding cock suddenly beating like a drum and with no one to touch it.
And then Stavros was on his hands and knees, hovering over my twitching length, licking his lips and smiling up at me. “This good?”
Oh, fuck. I gaped at him and he started to sit up. No! I reached out, grabbing his face and pulling it back to my crotch without thinking, his warm breath skidding over my swollen cock, making it leak.
“Yes, Father,” I said, holding his gaze, grinning with him for a moment.
He licked once, and I thought I might explode. He must’ve known how close I was because he didn’t tease or hesitate, just wrapped those wide lips around me and started to suck, sliding right down and circling my base with his hands.
I shouted and bucked, tapping the back of his throat and making him grunt around me. Deyva’s lips were against my temple.
“We’ve got you. You’re so beautiful. Just let go, Zach, it’s alright.”
It was more than alright. It was blindingly bright and scorching.
It was wet and dense. Stavros’ happy hum as he lapped at my length did me in, Deyva’s hands stroking my chest and comforting me as I shattered, arching in her embrace, fucking Stavros’ mouth as I came, and came, and fucking came.
Like I hadn’t ever really done it before.
Like I was feeling this all for the first time.
Stavros sucked and I whined, trying to escape the sting and sweet heat, Deyva kissing my cheek and making a soft sound in my ear, almost like a purr.
“Do you want to taste him or do you want to watch me finish him?” Deyva asked.
“Both,” I said, not really thinking it through, just sagging into the weightless feeling that was taking over.
Stavros pulled away, giving me one last pat and a wet kiss on my hip, and then I twisted just in time to watch Deyva tackle him down to the mattress.
Stavros’ head hit the wall as she swallowed him whole, his hands diving into her hair.
I’d thought I lost control as I came, but Stavros was almost brutal by comparison, scooping up Deyva’s hair in his hands, grabbing onto her horns, and fucking her mouth wildly and without pause.
She hummed, her eyes shining gold, and then green, lashes batting as Stavros’ stomach swelled and then trembled.
“Oh, fuck, babe, Zach! Fuck!”
I pushed myself around on wobbly arms and took Stavros’ mouth in a kiss as Deyva finished him, swallowing his shocked bellow against my tongue, tasting myself there.
One of Deyva’s hands slid up his chest and covered mine over his heart, the pair of us sharing the pounding rhythm under our fingertips as Stavros came and then sank into soft shudders.
Deyva sat up, squeezing my hand and I turned her to her next, ready and waiting.
Her mouth met mine, hungrier than before, and her tongue was coated in Stavros, bitter and salt and musk.
We licked each other, moaned and chased every bite and suck and stroke.
Stavros pulled Deyva up his chest, and the three of us were one complicated circle of legs and arms and lips until I lost track of whose mouth was on my neck, whose hand was in my hair, whose skin I was stroking.
If this was sin, it was divine.