Chapter 40
Forty
Kyrith
Something jostles me. My arms shift, only…I can’t lower them.
My eyes snap open as I tug, only to find North above me, my head in his lap. Both of my wrists are clasped solidly against his chest in one of his hands. The other is stroking lightly down my arm, heading for my bare breast.
My nipple beads as my other leg is moved, making space for…Lambert, who settles himself over me to claim a kiss.
“Good morning,” he mumbles against my lips before diving in for another taste.
At the same time, North reaches my nipple. He rolls it between his forefinger and thumb, the touch deceptively gentle.
“We’ve had a nice long chat about how this is going to work,” North informs me. “And we’ve established some ground rules.”
“I’ve magnanimously decided to allow both of you to be in charge,” Lambert explains, dropping his head to suck lightly at my pulse. “As long as North keeps his hands on you and not me.”
“In that case—ohh.” I arch between them as North’s touch goes from gentle to punishing in the space of half a second. “What was that for?”
“You were about to be a brat.”
I pant through the sensation as he continues to pinch my nipple, pulling it away from my body. “Was not.”
Lambert’s lips travel down my sternum, then take a detour across to my unabused breast. He flicks the pebbled bud there lightly with his tongue, then kisses it as North releases the other.
“Kiss it better,” I order.
He offers me a cheeky grin as he cups my breast. “Yes, boss.”
Lambert’s soft, swirling attention is the perfect antidote to the sting of North’s rough treatment. Unfortunately, the devil behind me decides to switch his attention to the other side, and they settle into a pattern. North pinches and twists one, while Lambert sweetly laps and suckles the other.
The combination is heady and too much all at once.
Bliss and torment battle across my chest. Stinging, soothing, sucking, all of it melting into a burn that grows steadily hotter. Then they swap, and it starts over again.
“Lambert, suck my clit,” I order.
“What was that, Ice Queen?” North asks as Lambert’s mouth obligingly travels lower.
“I told him to suck my clit,” I retort, meeting his heated gaze with challenge.
“And you think that was a good idea?”
“Yes. Obviously.” He pauses, and I smirk. “I mean, obviously, honeypie.”
“Honeypie?” His voice takes on a silkiness that means danger, and my cheeks hurt as I try to hold back my laugh.
“Sorry. Did you prefer Petal? Buttercup?”
North shakes his head. “Such a brat. You’d think you’d have learned after last time.”
“What happened last time?” Lambert asks, breath fanning over my navel.
“No orgasms.” North smiles, and it’s an evil expression.
“Well, if Lambert’s here, I don’t think that threat is as effective,” I retort. “Given that he won’t let me go unsatisfied.”
North’s smile only grows. “Last chance.”
Butterflies erupt in my abdomen, right beneath the kiss Lambert presses above my pussy.
“Sugarplum?” I offer.
North bursts out laughing. “Give her as many orgasms as she can take,” he says, reaching over to my drawer and pulling out one of my new toys before chucking it at the other man. “And then keep going.”
Is that supposed to be a threat? I relax against North’s hold with a satisfied smile.
He’s seriously underestimated just how addicted to sensation I’ve become since I was embodied.
Lambert catches the pink rabbit without even looking, his focus never leaving me as his clever tongue finally traces along the outermost edge of my pussy, tasting me with a groan.
“How wet is she?” North demands.
Lambert takes his time answering, licking straight through the centre of me and sucking on my clit until I squirm before he relinquishes his meal to look me straight in the eye. “Drenched.”
I can’t even be embarrassed, because he’s so damned happy about it, diving straight back in with relish.
“Harder,” I order, my toes curling as he obeys, strumming the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue.
Everything in me is already coiling, waiting to go over. My breasts heave, heavy and tight with the lingering echo of their earlier attention.
North’s hand cups my face, thumb stroking my lower lip as I twist and pant under Lambert’s obedient touches.
They stoke my arousal into a blaze, working together as naturally as if they’ve been doing this their whole lives.
My orgasm is right there. Panic rises. Some part of me is waiting for North to snatch it away like he did before.
But he doesn’t. Pleasure slams into me, bringing with it a tidal wave of relief that drags on, because while Lambert’s licks slow, he doesn’t stop. One of his fingers slips into me, but only to the first knuckle, and I buck.
“Remember,” North says. “This all stops the moment you call me ‘Sir’.”
I don’t want to stop. I want Lambert to keep going, to fill me up.
“Deeper,” I moan. “Fuck me with your fingers.”
Lambert obliges, latching onto my clit and sucking as that thick digit disappears over and over, stroking my internal walls, bringing the sparkles of pleasure that never really died back into sharp focus.
North’s thumb slips into my mouth, and I suck on it to tease him as Lambert sticks another finger inside me, bringing that delicious stretch I didn’t know I needed.
“Harder,” North orders. “You heard her. She wants you to fuck her with them, and I want you to taste her on your lips for the rest of the day.”
Lambert moves faster, his sucking intensifying until I’m soaring over the edge a second time.
Still, he doesn’t stop.
I buck, thrashing between them. My thighs try to snap closed, but Lambert has me wedged open and vulnerable with his shoulders. I part my lips, trying to order him to stop, but North’s thumb slips deeper.
Whatever plea for mercy I would’ve given comes out as a garbled moan.
“Do you have something to say?” North says silkily in my ear. “Because the only two things I’ll accept are ‘Sir’ or your safe word.”
His thumb slips free of my mouth, and I suck in a ragged, gasping breath. “I—Stars!”
Lambert draws his fingers free and replaces them with the rabbit, slipping the unforgiving silicone deep into me while the ears of the infernal machine take over where his lips left off, buzzing furiously against my clit.
“That didn’t sound like what I wanted to hear…” North cocks his head to one side, then winks at Lambert. “She probably wants more.”
“That’s—God!” My objection cuts off on a scream as the Winthrop heir presses a button on the base, and the vibrations crank up.
I’m so caught off guard by it all that I don’t notice North releasing my hands until both of my nipples are pinched hard.
I reach for the vibe—whether to rip it free or fuck myself over the soul-wrecking climax already singeing my skin, I don’t know—but Lambert takes my hands in his, kissing my knuckles.
“You’re so beautiful, boss,” he promises. “Why don’t you just give him what he wants so we can fuck you properly?”
“She’s too stubborn.” North releases my nipples and massages away the sting. “Our pretty little pain slut likes being made to submit.”
“Please, boss,” Lambert murmurs, rising over me and kissing my lips. “I really want to feel you around me. I need it.”
His begging is chipping away at my resolve along with the rising force of yet another orgasm. My nails dig into his shoulder, and I scream into his mouth as it hits. The rabbit isn’t done with me. It just keeps going. No pause. No mercy.
I can’t even slump in relief because the climax doesn’t end. The edges of it turn clawing, almost painful. My core is swollen, hot, and yet I crave more. Friction. Skin. Still, I bite my tongue even as my thoughts scramble.
Then one of them starts fucking my pussy with the silicone.
“Please!” I finally cry. “Please, Sir. Turn it off. Please.”
North chuckles, dragging me farther up his body until his cock is pressed between my ass cheeks and his lips are right at my ear. “What was that?”
“Sir,” I whimper. “Please, sir. I want Lambert’s cock. I need him.”
“Just him?” North asks.
Magic, I can’t. He still hasn’t moved it, and the way he’s adjusted me has somehow pressed the ears even more firmly against my protesting clit.
“Both of you. Anything. Please.”
He hums like he’s considering it. Meanwhile, my pussy is on fire. No amount of twisting or arching is enough to get me away from the agonising pleasure still coursing through me.
North reaches down my body, gripping the vibe in one hand. He teases me, moving it away, then thrusting it deep.
“Beg harder,” he orders.
“Do what he says, boss,” Lambert croons, bending down to suck at the sensitive skin beneath my ear. “Please. I want you so bad.”
Oh, the two of them together are lethal, and yet those are my lips, parting, eagerly professing the words he wants. “Please. I need you to fuck me. Please, Sir, I can’t take it. Enough. Please.”
He draws the vibe all the way out, tossing it to one side where it continues to buzz evilly.
“Give our pretty slut what she wants.”
“Thank fuck,” Lambert whispers. “Can I, boss?”
My thundering heart does a little flip at his request. “Yes. Now! Please.”
I hiss as the heated head of him glides over the oversensitive tissues of my sex, but that protest is swallowed up by satisfaction as he finally sinks inside me. Hot. Hard. Alive.
“Oh,” I gasp.
He’s perfect. Filling every part of me with a warmth and hardness that the silicone just couldn’t replace. The way he stretches me, then pulls out oh so slowly, is indescribable. And when he forges back in? Perfection.
My head falls back heavily against North’s chest, breath coming in choppy little pants as his friend fucks me into him with solid punches of his hips that have me groaning.
And through it all, North is there, squeezing my breast with one hand while the other slides down my body, heading straight for my poor, overwrought clit.