39. Iris
Iris
My heart stutters as the words fall out of Adam’s lips.
Before tonight, I viewed Adam as a comfort, both of us going through similar but completely different things at the same time.
But tonight? Seeing this side of him? I feel weightless.
I’m not stressing about anything. I’m too wrapped in how good he’s making me feel, how I don’t have to think.
He said he was going to wreck me and I want him to. It’s almost like receiving and giving pleasure is some sort of absolution for myself. I’m allowed to feel this good and free because I know without a doubt I’m safe with Adam and the Slayer.
How long had it been since I could truly let myself go?
Maybe never.
It’s easier than I thought, being sexual with someone, but I realize now that it’s deeper than that. I’m a sexual person; it was just never the right person.
Me and Adam, and me and Slayer, we’re fate.
With confidence I didn’t think I possessed, I grab Adam’s length. He’s thick and heavy in my hands, his flesh soft and hard all at the same time. He’s far bigger than anything I’ve ever put inside me and there’s some anxiety there.
Adam must sense it as his thumb reaches out, swiping against my sensitive clit.
“Don’t be so nervous. You know you can take it.”
Can I though?
“This pussy is so fucking wet.” He reminds me by rubbing his fingers over my entrance and the sloshing wetness of my release makes me shudder.
I lick my lips, taking a moment to stare at his body.
I know he said he was an artist before. Are all the muscles a new part of becoming the Slayer, or were they always there?
He’s so big and masculine as he towers over me and I’m completely at his whim.
His brown eyes remind me of the raw honey I use for potions, and they seem even lighter now with his full focus on me.
With a tight jaw that highlights his proportionate face, he looks down at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
I might be at his mercy, yet I feel so wholly powerful in this exchange. So desired and wanted in ways that I didn’t think were possible for someone like me, yet here I am being worshiped not by one man, but two.
Adam grabs the base of his length, dragging the head across my wetness as he lightly strokes himself.
My back arches off the bed as he slowly pushes himself inside me. My breath hitches, but Adam’s focus is completely glued to where our bodies meet.
His thumb continues to strum against my clit as he gives me time to adjust to him, delicately giving me his length inch by inch.
The stretch is dangerously delicious, a touch of pain with all the pleasure he’s giving me as my body adjusts to accommodate him.
He slows his movements and my breath hitches as he grabs my leg, straightening it over his shoulder, kissing the arch of my foot and ankle.
“You look perfect wrapped around me.”
He uses his fingers to spread my pussy lips and I swallow down any insecurity I have at being so exposed when he speaks.
“This is our girl’s clit, playing with it is what gives her so much pleasure,” he says, but he isn’t speaking to me, he’s fucking teaching the Slayer. “Color?”
I blink at Adam, and he arches a dark brow at me. “Color, Iris. If you don’t want us at the same time, we’d understand.”
“Green. Definitely green.”
“Look at how she stretches around my—our—cock. She feels like heaven, doesn’t she, Slayer?”
I can’t hear the Slayer’s response but Adam snickers, not a care in the world the way he has me spread apart, waiting with bated breath for him to start again.
“He thinks I’m being cruel, not making you come again right away,” Adam says, bringing me into their conversation.
“He’s right,” I say with my best pout and Adam tuts at me.
“Hmm. We can’t have that, can we? Should I give you as many orgasms as you can take?”
I nod my head enthusiastically, not having a single clue what I just got myself into.
Adam doesn’t fuck me deep, instead his cock is barely inside me as he picks up his pace on my clit, and I know I owe the Slayer big time for convincing him I needed more. My leg is resting on Adam’s shoulder as he mercilessly brings me to orgasm. This time, it feels so different with him inside me.
I feel boneless as Adam pushes deep inside me, making me dig my nails into his back as he crowds my space. His thighs spread my legs wide; my muscles tremble against his weight as he grabs my chin and presses a demanding kiss against my mouth.
“You’re so fucking greedy for it. I’m going to need another one.”
He doesn’t let me answer as he squeezes my jaw, all but forcing me to open my mouth so his tongue can sweep against mine.
My legs tremble and it feels like my pussy has its own pulse as he fucks me so deep, his pelvis grinding against my over-sensitive clit, his coarse pubic hair only adding to the friction between us.
I can’t help it as my body grips around him, holding him deep. He moans into my mouth, but doesn’t stop moving.
His one forearm is above my head, using his strength to hold himself up and the other explores my body, until he gets to my ass, squeezing and kneading the cheek, which somehow makes him go even deeper.
“It’s too much,” I rasp out, feeling myself ready to fall off that pleasurable cliff again, but this time it feels totally different, like I’m going to combust completely from overwhelming pleasure.
“Is it?” His words are fucking teasing and just like that, I fall off that edge.
I milk his cock, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it as I tremble with pleasure. Every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire as I come around him. He lets me ride the wave before kissing me again.
I’m wrung out, completely unable to do much but run my hands through his hair as he cups my breast and lightly pinches the nipple.
“I can’t. Yellow,” I say and he pauses immediately, his cock slipping out of me.
“We can take a break,” he says.
A break? I need to shower and sleep for twelve hours straight, but there’s no way we’re leaving this bed without me making him fall apart, too. I need to see his face when he has an orgasm, and I need the ultimate pleasure of being the person who put it there.
I lick my lips, feeling a little shy as I speak the words. “Can you…I want to put my mouth on you.”
He appraises me for a short moment and I’m glad he doesn’t patronize me by telling me I don’t have to or ask if I’m sure.
I loved every moment of him touching me, and I want to return the favor. I just don’t think I could take another second of him inside me and not combust.
“Can you show me how you like it?”
I watch as his length twitches, it’s glistening with my release and I suppose before I would have maybe been abhorred over the idea of doing this, but I’m turned on over the idea of tasting myself on him and letting him use me for his pleasure.
He grabs my chin, kissing me again, as he moves me like I weigh nothing. He shifts us so my back is against the headboard.
His fingers slide above my bottom lip, slipping into my mouth, and I suck as if it’s second nature.
“Two taps on my thigh and I’ll stop. You’re being so fucking good for us.”
For us.
Maybe I can come again?
As my thighs rub together I briefly wince; there’s no fucking way I could finish another time.
Adam stands on the bed, his legs spread wide so that his cock is right at eye level. I go to grab it with my hands and he gives me a quick shake of his head.
“Tongue out,” he says and I immediately follow his direction.
The head of his length lightly glides on my tongue, and I taste the tang of my release.
A quick flash of his eyes lets me know that the Slayer is fully here and battling his own control.
The question is, does he not like what Adam is doing?
Or is he also so turned on it’s difficult to keep himself under control?
“Wrap your lips around me and suck.”
I do as he says, grabbing his thighs for support. At first I’m just sucking the head, my gaze occasionally glancing up at him. His face is relaxed, and his speed is slow.
The back of my head is braced against the headboard, so there’s nothing for me to do except sit here and let him take what he wants from my mouth.
“Good fucking witch. But I know you can take more. Something tells me you’re going to be so good at swallowing cock.”
His words are dirty, abrasive, and fuck. I didn’t think I’d ever enjoy the act of giving oral, but with him? This way? I more than like it.
“That’s it. Open up that sweet throat.”
I do as he says; it takes a few tries for me to get the hang of it, but eventually he thrusts faster. His length slips in and out of my lips as he fucks my mouth.
“Can I come on you?” he asks the words fast, his thighs shaking under my fingertips, and I nod.
The masculine moan that slips out of his lips is enough to make me shudder as he grabs the base of his cock, pulling himself out of my lips before jerking himself off. Streams of white cum splatter across my chest.
There’s a brief moment that neither of us says anything, and Adam reaches out, rubbing his cum lightly over my nipple.
I don’t know what I expect, but him leaning down to suck on my defiled chest wasn’t it. After he does it, he’s dragging himself off and landing on his side, and I follow suit, not caring that the bed or myself are a sticky mess.
Adam pushes a few twists behind my shoulder, cupping my face.
He opens his mouth to speak, as I watch the change happen. It’s no longer Adam’s post-orgasm gaze, instead it’s a worried Slayer lying before me.
The Slayer cups my cheek and looks over my body.
“Are you okay, my Iris? I didn’t realize the human was such a brute. I should have stopped him. I shouldn’t have gotten carried away. It was too much.”
I grab his wrist and shake my head.
“I’m fine. I promise. I loved every second of it.” I kiss his wrist and he seems to relax. “You need to let Adam come back, okay?”
The Slayer does not look happy with me asking that.
“It has nothing to do with me not wanting you right now at all. We just need to both come down after what happened together, okay?”
The Slayer looks down at my chest, a groan falls out of his lips as he meets my request.
Adam is back in front of me looking annoyed that the Slayer took over so abruptly, but he doesn’t harp on it.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Adam says, and before I can reply, he’s grabbing me like I weigh nothing and carrying me to the shower.
I whistle, sending my wand careening into my hand. With a quick flick of my wrist, I have the sheets thrown off the bed and new sheets floating in the air, putting themselves onto the defiled bed.
“That’s very handy,” Adam jokes and I give him a shrug.
He starts the water as he looks over at me. His strong hands are gentle, but possessive at the same time.
“Was there anything you didn’t like?” he asks me and I can’t help but let a small laugh rip out of me.
“I enjoyed every second of it,” I say, feeling almost in a feather light state.
Adam gives me a nod. He puts my shower cap on for me, without me even asking as he hauls me into the shower. I mostly rest against him as he cleans me off.
Damn, it feels unbelievable to be so cared for. Maybe I tear up, but Adam doesn’t mention it. He just cleans me, holds me like a pillar of strength, and I let myself soak up his assuredness.
He dries me off and puts one of his T-shirts on me as we crawl into bed.
The weight of Scarlett on the bed is my only indication that she’s back in the apartment.
“I know I was all for you getting with the Slayer, but I didn’t realize that it meant the apartment would smell like a brothel.”
I snort at her words, not even replying as I fall asleep in Adam’s arms.