Chapter 39 #3
He’s only just getting used to the idea of openly sharing me with another man in general.
But an intensity that’s nothing but enthusiastic comes over Byron’s expression. He traces the curve of my hip with a slide of his fingers toward my ass. “Nothing’s too much when it’s with you, when it’ll make you feel good.”
“I’ll make sure she’s ready for you so we all have a good time.” Salvatore’s face sets with momentary concentration. He snaps his fingers, and a glistening substance forms between them.
Some lubricant his glim has managed to alchemize from the materials around us. I guess I’ll need to be careful with the bath products that may now be missing major ingredients.
“Come here,” he murmurs, so gentle it sets off a glow inside me.
I roll onto my side facing him and trace my fingers over the snake tattoo on his upper arm. He tugs me a little closer, guiding my knee up over his thigh. Then he glides his slickened fingers between my ass cheeks to massage the opening there.
A fresh swell of pleasure rushes through me. I tuck my head under his chin, swaying with his movements and the growing ripples of bliss.
When I can gather my wits enough, I reach between us to stroke my hand over Salvatore’s boxers. His erection twitches against my fingers.
When I grip it, he groans. “Soon. Soon. Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you again.”
I tug the fabric down to grasp his rigid length directly. He pumps against my palm, matching the languid movements of his hand on my ass.
There’s a rustle as Byron removes his own boxers. Another hand rests on my ass, teasing the skin there with delicate circles.
An ache expands all through my core.
“I’m ready enough,” I grumble against Salvatore’s chest. “I need more.”
I feel Byron’s smile as he kisses my shoulder from behind. “We can’t leave our match wanting.”
“No argument there.” Salvatore brushes his lips over my forehead. “Let’s see how high we can take you.”
He brings his hand to his cock with a tingle of gathering ephemera, and I realize there’s one more fact about me that doesn’t need to stay secret now.
“We don’t need the magical protection,” I say. “In the other world—because we sparked so young—my mom had me get an IUD. It should be working for at least a couple more years.”
Salvatore grins. “It’ll be that much faster to get to the making you moan part, then.”
He eases inside, inch by rigid inch into my arousal-drenched channel. As familiar as his girth is, it’s still a stretch, but only with the most pleasant of burns.
Byron keeps caressing my ass and my thigh, trailing his fingers up to tweak my breast and then back down again. He presses more kisses to the back of my neck and my shoulder.
When Salvatore stops moving, his cock totally sheathed inside me, Byron circles my other opening with tentative fingers. The slight stutter of his breath betrays a hint of nerves, but he lines himself up with no further hesitation.
As he pushes into me, a groan reverberates from his chest. The increased friction brings an answering moan to my lips.
I hold still, muscles quivering with the heady sense of fullness, until he’s in as far as he’ll go. So much ecstatic heat floods my body that I might give a demonstration of spontaneous human combustion.
Salvatore shoots a smile at Byron over my shoulder and offers a single word. “Together.”
They move then: slowly at first as they observe each other’s rhythm, picking up their pace as they find an equilibrium. I rock with their thrusts into my body.
The pleasure from one end echoes the other, back and forth in a euphoric spiral. I can hardly think beyond the bliss racing through me from head to toe.
I tangle one hand in Salvatore’s hair and then clutch his shoulder. The other I reach behind me to caress Byron’s face and arm. He slides his arm around my waist and splays his fingers flat against my belly to hold me close.
Salvatore grasps my hair and claims a searing kiss. His breath grows ragged as Byron’s fractures hot against my neck.
The pleasure whirls out farther and faster, encompassing every part of my being. My own breath breaks with a cry.
My pussy clamps around Salvatore’s cock with the first shock of my orgasm.
As my climax careens through me, both men’s thrusts turn jerky.
Byron comes first with a grunt, hugging me tight against his chest. Salvatore growls out his release with a squeeze of my thigh.
We slump together on the bedspread, the guys staying just as close. As I nestle between them, exhaustion rolls over me.
It’s been a long day. It’s been a long couple of months, really.
Byron kisses the back of my head. “Absolutely amazing.” He pauses. “Can you stay, or will your dad worry if you’re gone too late?”
A smile slips across my lips. “He couldn’t keep avoiding his weekend business trips. He won’t be home to notice where I am until tomorrow evening.”
“Perfect,” Salvatore rumbles, stroking my hair.
My eyelids drift shut.
My last thought before sleep settles over me is that this is the first time since Asher died that I’ve really felt safe.