Chapter Seventeen #3
Jonas tenses, pinching Raven's nipples between his index and middle fingers but Raven throws her head back in pleasure at the pressure his fingers and my tongue cause. "It wasn't the same."
I almost laugh. "And you've been in threesomes multiple times?"
"With nobody I genuinely cared for." He answers, licking his lips.
I swipe my tongue over and then into her, her thighs quiver but I hold them open.
"Would you deny her then? The chance, that feeling to be worshipped and loved completely by the men that adore her?
You, me, and a third? The way each of us want and love her differently, imagine how much more she'd flourish. .. underneath us."
Raven bucks into my mouth, seeking the vibrations of my words.
" Harrington ? You're both crazy if you think-" he feels it just as I do when Raven stills at the word 'crazy' and tries to close her thighs.
Holding them open is no easy feat.
"Shhh, little bird. He didn't mean it. He loves you. Kiss her, Jonas. Fuck her mouth with your tongue while I tongue fuck her delectable little pussy. "
“Is this what you want, baby?” he asks, eyes red rimmed, the only sign of the war raging in his mind but I know what it feels like to lose Raven. He’s done it once; he won’t do it again.
“This will happen with or without you, Jonas. But Raven is somewhat of a flight risk. She’s been alone for far too long.
She’s comfortable in her silence. We need her to not be.
We need her to awaken, to grow strong. Be fierce.
I am man enough to admit that I cannot give her all the things she’ll need.
I can protect and provide, sure. But there are things you can give her, that Harrington can give her that I cannot. ”
“I don’t know if I can…” he admits.
“Then make her choose. Right now. Between the three of us.” I growl.
Raven sits up immediately, trying to close her strong thighs still pried open by my hands and shakes her head almost violently, breasts gently swaying in Jonas' tight grip, tears rolling down her cheeks, the mere thought of having to break any of our hearts too much to bear, my sweet girl. I know she’d rather stay away from all of us than to continue on.
She’d rather break her own heart and become a recluse, fighting and slaying her demons alone than decide between us.
Jonas rubs his thumbs over her nipples, shushing her and I continue to lick slow, languid laps around her juicy cunt that reminds me of a fuzz-less peach.
“You trust him baby?” he breathes against her temple, the pain etched across before, lessened into pure concern, eyebrows drawn up.
She nods, turning her head to look at him beneath those sooty wet lashes.
I know the look she’s giving him. It’s the same one that warped my mind.
The one I love. The one that can and has made me commit atrocities as her doctor and later on as a man obsessed.
The one that has made as psychotic and sick as the other patients that deserve to be at Lorne Wood.
I am nothing more than a demented mastermind fit to be judged as criminally insane.
“There you go, little bird. Relax. Let me warm you up. Let us take care of you.” Her thighs relax more, falling as open as the can, giving my tongue and fingers permission to breach her entrance, coaxing me in a little further, wiggling her hips, finding her rhythm so she can orgasm like she has plenty of times half-asleep.
She’s almost there, but this time sober and a willing, ready, needy participant.
She’s perfect. For me. Him. Harrington. Mostly me.
“You love him, baby?” Jonas asks, his voice cracking.
She nods apologetically.
“Do you love me?”
She nods enthusiastically, hips rolling against my mouth. His resolve wanes completely and he plunges his tongue into her mouth, holding her by the throat.
Under the desk I kick off my shoes and socks, unfasten my belt and slacks, pulling out my cock, stroking the precum that’s been leaking out since I tugged off her shirt and stand.
“She’s a virgin.”
“I’m very well aware,” I reply. “Raven, lay down. There you are, pretty girl. So beautiful.” I rasp, stroking myself from root to tip. I look at Jonas, the tent in his jeans obvious. “Can you take him in your mouth?” I know she can. I’ve watched her do so.
“Fuck, baby. Do you really want this?”
Instead of answering, Raven, whose head is hanging off my desk, reaches over, unbuttons his jeans, and tugs out his girthy length as he pulls off his own shirt.
She wets her lips before swirling her tongue over the tip and down the length to his sac.
It rivals against mine but barely. Lucky girl.
It’ll be fun trying to have her take us all in each hole at once.
We’ll have to work our way up to that, but first, I run the tip of my cock along her slit, groaning at how wet she is before I’ve even entered her.
I notch my tip at her entrance, almost exploding at the sight of the bulge in her throat created by her lover and the knowledge that I am getting exactly what I’ve always wanted.
What I’ve been waiting for, for a very long time.
I pump my hips, hitting the barrier I’ve loosened over and over again nightly, this shouldn’t hurt her at all, not since I pretty much broke her hymen a week or so ago with my fingers.
But she’s had time to heal. So the most she should feel is an intense pressure from being stretched farther than she’s been stretched before .
Jonas surprises me, sliding a hand from her breast, down to her clit, rubbing little circles over the bundle of nerves. She spreads her thighs wider, accommodating me.
“Just a pinch, little bird.” I say through gritted teeth, grabbing the tops of her thighs and in one thrust I penetrate her completely.
Heaven . I have died and heaven is the warmth that is Raven.
Tight. Wet. And so fucking hot. She gasps audibly around Jonas’ cock, stiffening for a moment before relaxing.
“Such a good girl, Amourette. You look phenomenal taking me. I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now.” I moan.
“Does it hurt baby? Is Doctor Archer’s dick too big for your little pussy?” Jonas asks, his fingers now playing with, pinching, and pulling on her clit the way we both know she loves. Her hips roll, reminding me I need to move.
Shit.
I pull out until only the crown of my head is inside of her, a small, light line of blood on my cock as I plunge back in, gripping her inner thighs, pushing them further apart.
The feral groan that leaves her reminds me of a needy mewl of a grown cat.
“Fuck, little bird. This is so much better than I ever imagined.” I admit, not letting my eyes close to the vision that gods have bestowed before me.
There’s a soft recoil, a jiggle to meet my every thrust. Her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, gently bounce back to me, the sight so alluring as if her body is asking for more, to never disconnect from mine.
One of her hands snake down to her lonely breast, nipple hard, tweaking it and the other joins Jonas' at her clit, rubbing her slick, which is coating the base of my shaft and her inner thighs, all around.
Her moans are snuffed out but they’re there. If the sight is killing me, I know it’s killing him.
“Oh, God, baby I’m gonna fucking cum. Don’t stop. Please. Archer, fuck her harder, she’s almost there.”
I grunt in response to his plea and pull out to the head, searching for that swollen part inside of her so my cock can tease it.
Short and slow hard thrusts so I can feel right when her inner walls begin to contract and flutter around me, milking me in tight, deliciously agonizing squeezes.
I give in to the pressure I’ve been holding back since entering her as it becomes almost painful and I let go, letting my seed fill her over and over again as Jonas dislodges himself from her throat and paints her chest in his, marking her, claiming her the same way I did.
The erotic sight of my seed leaking out of her imprints on my mind like a tattoo, creating a core memory.
She sits up on an elbow and gathers as much of his cum as she can with one hand and lets it travel downward, scooping me up as well, rubbing us all over her clit with two fingers and thrusts them back into her abused little cunt, her hips bucking.
“You need more baby?” His voice is tender, as if he’s in awe of her, eyes wide.
Her head tilts back as she finds Jonas and nods.
He rounds my desk, looking every bit a predator as his muscles ripple with anticipation, dick hard again. I have no idea when he discarded his shoes, jeans, or underwear. Ah, to be young and have the refractory period equivalent to a monkey during mating season. “You’re not hurting?”
She nods.
His eyes narrow, hungry, and animalistic, dick thickening even more now. “But you still want it? You need my cum?”
She moans, almost looking ashamed. “You like the pain, don’t you?
You’re so fucking sick, baby.” He notches the tip of his mushroom head in her and thrusts to the hilt, the muscles in his ass clenching.
She cries out and he groans. “You’re so fucking…
” He reaches forward, yanking her up to him by the hair on back of her head.
“ Sick , baby. You need so much cum in you?”
Her thighs pull up to her chest, making room for him, her pussy makes the wettest sounds.
“Open up, stick out your tongue.”
She obeys him so easily, that trust they’ve built together is so incredibly tangible.
Jonas opens his mouth and licks her tongue, thrusting wildly into her cunt.
I can’t help but tug on my own dick. The pleasured “ Augh !” that leaves her sounds pained and desperate, as though it’s coming from the deepest parts of her.
“That’s right. God, hearing your voice… Keep your tongue out. Fuck what a sight.” I agree. Her own drool mixed with his drips down to her already cum-coated tits .