Chapter 19 - Blair
Blair
“Don’t stop. Please. I’ll beg if I have to.” My orgasm is right there. I’ve never wanted something so much. I’ve never begged for something before. Will he stop if I don’t? Something in me says he won’t. It’s a game. But a game we can both win.
“That’s it, Blair.” Clark presses his lips to mine.
He swallows down my moan, while Alexei’s tongue and finger sink back into a rhythmic thrust again.
It builds in my core. Another swipe of his tongue and my vision darkens into sparkling ink.
I’m alive. My hips thrust into his face.
He doesn’t slow, even when I clamp my knees over his ears.
Clark’s calculated kiss has me spiraling deeper into the glittering blackness. I’m on fire, twisting and ratcheting against their bodies. They’re driving my body to an abyss I want to plunge into over and over.
Even when I come all the way down, the aftershocks ping through my body. My nervous system’s broken. Flashes flicker in the weirdest places, from my neck to the base of my spine. “I think you might have broken me,” I say with my eyes closed.
Reality pushes its way in. Never in a million years would I have thought when I got dressed this morning to go to the tea shop for a polite date, a chaperoned outing, that I’d manage to end up in a bed at the Mason apartment, having aftershocks in the back of my knee. The back of my knee?
“You are far from broken.” Alexei crawls up the side of the bed. He takes my chin in his hand, turning my face. “You are perfect and better than a queen.” His lips are on mine. His kiss is demanding, domineering. Quakes resurface in my core. He pulls back, his hand still on my chin.
“I don’t want to be perfect.” Perfect is what my ex expected. Demanded. Something I was never close to. Screw perfect.
Alexei hums and smiles at me. He wiggles his eyebrows and rolls to his side. Clark’s on my other side, reclining on his elbows. “You’re exactly what I want,” Alexei counters.
It’s a lot, to think they can give me a shattering moment and not be wagging their dicks in front of my face. But then I want to touch them. But where to start? Awkward nerves are building again. I run my fingers down their chests, one hand on each of them.
Alexei hisses. Clark groans. The fact that they still have their clothes on is a shame. I give Alexei’s tunic a tug. It’s dark, a rough silk-like fabric. Clark’s is cream, of a lighter fabric, and wrinkles between my fingers as I fist it.
“Off.” My voice gives me chills. I don’t demand, ever.
Alexei’s chuckle fills the room. “I like bossy Blair.” His tunic lands on the floor. His pants have laces instead of a zipper, and it’s meltingly hot.
While I’m watching Alexei, Clark has slipped out of his tunic and I’m left holding it. I laugh and toss it onto the floor. Then I’m on my knees, my arms thrown over Clark’s shoulders. Light and dark, that’s what these two are.
Alexei’s hands settle on my hips. I’m panting as I grind back into his groin. He’s hard. His cock pushes into my ass. I’m lost. Clark’s careful kisses push my head back into Alexei, whose attacking my neck.
I push my foot flush on the mattress and step over Clark’s knee. He pulls me up against him, dragging my other leg over his until I’m settled on him, his cock sandwiched between his amazing abs and my belly. I rise up until I’m grinding on him.
“Shit.” Clark closes his eyes. He has one hand on my butt—the other he puts on my shoulder, holding me in place. “You’re sure you want to take this to the next level?”
Alexei growls into my ear. He’s definitely of the “take action” mindset.
“Yes.” It’s a soft hiss.
“Say it louder for him, Blair. Beg, like you did for me.” Alexei’s fingers press into my hips.
A gasp escapes my lips. “Yes, fuck me, Clark.”
He quickly removes his pants. “Thank you, Blair.” It’s part gratitude, part growl. His hands wrap around my upper arms. He lifts me up and down. There’s no fumbling. His cock pushes in. My head snaps back. I’m in a trance.
So stretched.
Clark lets go of my arms, and I lower myself slowly. Carefully. If I thought it was overwhelming before, I had no idea. Having Clark inside me has those electrical shocks firing through me again.
“You can take it, Blair. You’re doing amazing,” Clark says, one hand on my breast, the other on my butt again, pulling me closer.
“You want it, Blair. You want all he can give you. You want all I can give you,” Alexei whispers in my ear. A finger trails down my spine, slowly. It’s tantalizing, the way my focus splits. My back arches both to it and away from it. My neck stretches.
When I open my eyes, I’m staring at the gleaming metal ceiling.
Our shadows reflect back down at us. Not quite a mirror.
But it’s erotic how Alexei’s holding me up.
His other hand gathers my hair, and he tugs.
The stretch ripples down my back to my core.
I’m clenching and pulling back against his hold as my nerve endings sing to me.
Firing against all my thoughts. Alexei’s finger trails between my butt cheeks.
His leg lifts me, his wayward fingertip continuing on to the bud of my ass.
I gasp.
“Not yet, boss?” he growls into my ear. “That’s okay. It’s just pressure. Take the good male for a nice ride. He’s safe. He won’t hurt you.” Alexei licks down the side of my neck to my collarbone. Does that mean Alexei will hurt me?
There’s a graze on my neck, a tension that I open to. I tilt my head, giving him more access. I want him to bite me. That’s wrong. But I can’t help it. I want more.
I’m rocking on Clark, pushing on the tension of his cock. But I want the pinch of pain from Alexei. My butt clutches at Alexei’s finger pushing on my ass. His mouth on my neck, I lean away, giving him lots of room. It’s instinct.
“Blair,” Clark’s voice rings. “Don’t offer things you’re not ready for.”
In a snap, I straighten my neck. Our eyes lock.
What was I doing? I take Clark’s lips in mine.
Now I’m in control, forcing his careful kiss into an uncareful mess without thought.
Clark’s hand pushes between us, and with two flicks of my clit, I’m firing off.
Bouncing between the walls of muscle that confine me in the middle of the bed.
My throat is going to be raw from the noises escaping it.
My eyes dart to the rough shadows on the ceiling.
This one hits me like a truck. I’m flattened all at once.
Clark flips me onto my back. His thrusts fire through me. Tension builds in me again. I watch his dark brown eyes. It’s amazing. He’s so close to coming. I tilt my hips and grip my feet into his lower back.
“You’re going to kill me, Blair. So good.”
I arch my back, and it builds in me again. I can’t come again. It can’t be possible. I’ve never come from sex before.
Alexei tilts my head to his. His kiss is a blur. A hand clamps down on my breast. “One more, Blair. Give us one fucking more. One more, because I’m a greedy bastard.” His head vanishes from my side.
“So beautiful, Blair,” Clark says. His hand pushes under my neck, and my head turns to the ceiling. Blurred figures move on the reflective bed. It’s how I know to brace myself.
Alexei’s finger slips into my ass. And I give him what he wants. I shoot off. I’m lost. I don’t know . . . anything. Clark screams into the night. And I’m definitely broken now. I’m on fire. Every cell in my body explodes together. My eyes slam shut.
This time when I come down, they aren’t aftershocks. They’re convulsions.
I’m lost—I open my eyes and lock on to Clark’s brown ones. “Whoa.” It’s not eloquent, and not nearly enough to tell him, them.
Them. I just had sex with two men. Two. I’m okay. I didn’t burst into flames. I wasn’t pulled into hell. Though my vagina’s going to need a rest. No . . . I’m going to need a rest.
There’s a creak by the door. Wearily, I let my head turn and open my eyes. Sterling’s stern face glares at me. His forehead furrows. And my skin heats again. How in the heck can I be anything but limp pasta after everything my body has gone through?
Sterling’s chin twitches, and he pivots out the door.