22. Poe #2
“I’m a good little cock toy. I’m your little cock toy.
Take me deeper. Take me harder.” She rambled and panted.
Her scent thickened in the air, and the height of her climax pulsed through our bond, tightening my muscles.
I could feel it like Lycan had been fucking me this whole time, saying these words to me, calling me his perfect toy.
It reached a crescendo, and I leaned forward to lap at her nipple, shoving our shared orgasm over the edge.
She cried out, and I moaned, and the sheer bliss of her pleasure rocketed through both of us.
It circled through her body before trembling into mine, squeezing every ounce of energy out of my soul.
My cock jerked, spurting cum onto the bed between us, and I clenched my eyes shut to ride the engulfing waves of her exhilaration.
Lycan’s amused hum pulled me from the post-coital haze, and I lifted my head as he carefully lowered her legs and stepped back.
“No one said you could come, little poet,” he said with mock disapproval in his stare.
“I couldn’t—” I tried to explain, but my mouth wouldn’t work. The words wouldn’t come. I was so enraptured and elated, I’d lost my ability to form coherent sentences. I cleared my throat, rolled onto my back, and mumbled, “The bond.”
“Oh, you poor thing,” he teased, crawling over me. “So deeply connected to your mate that you couldn’t stop coming when I fucked her senseless?”
“Fuck you.” I wanted it to sound more threatening. Instead, it came out breathless and pitiful.
“Hmm.” Lycan grinned as he leaned down to kiss me, and I tried not to shiver. “Yes, I think that sounds good.”
“What?”
He moved before my mind could catch up, bringing my cum-soaked fingers to his mouth to lick them clean. The visual combined with the warm, wet sensation of him sucking on them had my cock roaring back to life. My refractory period had never been so short.
Ava rolled to her side and put a hand under her head to prop herself up, clearly preparing herself for the show.
“Be gentle with him, sir,” she said. “He’s sensitive after he comes.”
“You’re so considerate, pet,” Lycan said, lowering himself down my body, peppering my chest and stomach with tender kisses. “Do me a favor. Clean the rest of his hand for me, will you?”
Ava reached for it and brought my palm to her mouth, lapping a path clear up the center, scooping my cum with her tongue before swallowing it down. That alone would have had me exploding like a teenager, but Lycan kissed the tip of my cock, and I nearly jolted off the mattress.
He was many things. A dominant, powerful wolf.
A formidable fighter. A biker and rancher and a lush and broken soul with a heart of gold.
When he put his mind to something, he gave it everything, and the one thing he knew how to do better than anyone else in the world was fuck.
He sucked cock like he put his whole soul into it.
He ate cunt like it held the secret to everlasting life.
He rode his partners hard and held them through the aftershocks, and he only came up for air so he could do it over again.
Watching him pull my cock between his lips and reveling in the heavenly bliss of his tongue unmade me.
Ava sucked on my fingers while Lycan lavished attention on my shaft, and I was helpless to do anything about it.
I let them have me. I gave myself over to their adoration, moaning into the ether, nerves on fire, willpower abandoned somewhere around my stupid realization of how I truly felt about them.
I rocked into his mouth, and he relaxed his throat to take me deeper, pumping his fist on my base while he massaged my balls with the other hand. I wouldn’t last long like this, and he knew it. He’d been doing this for years. He’d memorized what drove me wild, and he used it against me.
“Fuck, Ly,” I murmured.
“Is it good, baby?” Ava asked, leaning in to nibble on my earlobe.
No one had ever called me baby before, and despite it being my endearment for her, it added another level to our fucked-up situation.
I liked it more than I should. “Does he make you feel good? Do you like your cock in his mouth? Do you want to spill down his throat?”
“He should be so lucky,” Lycan said, giving my cock a few more strokes before rising off me completely. “Come here, pet. Get on top of him.”
She scrambled to follow his orders, straddling my hips before sinking down to sheath me inside her.
“Fuucckkkk,” I groaned and curled my toes, trapped under the weight of her amazing cunt. “How do you always feel so good? How is this possible?”
I didn’t even know what I was saying. I was lost to the fog of pheromones and sex, and when she laughed, I should have been embarrassed.
I wasn’t. Lycan trailed his mouth down the side of her throat and turned her head so he could ravish her lips while she rode me, and I tried to keep my head on straight, but all of it was too much.
“There’s a good girl,” Lycan said. “You got him nice and slick for me. Now, lean forward and let me see that pretty cunt while I fuck myself on him.”
I didn’t register what he said until my cock flopped out of my mate and she folded forward to rest her torso on mine, licking her mark on my neck.
It had only been a day since she made it, but the magic between us had healed it.
Still, it would be sensitive for the rest of my life, and the warmth of her silky tongue coasting over it made me shake.
Lycan took his spot behind her and gripped my cock to hold it upright. It was only when I noticed the unmistakable sensation of slipping into him that I realized what he was doing.
“…while I fuck myself on him…”
Holy shit.
I clenched my hands at my sides and squeezed my feet as he lowered himself down on me, taking me in one slow slide.
In all the years we’d been together, I’d only done this to him a handful of times.
Lycan preferred to fuck me, and if I was honest, I preferred to be fucked.
Of course, being fucked was a state of mind.
Like this, held down by his wife while he rode me however he wanted, how could I argue that I had any control?
“Gods, your cock never disappoints,” Lycan said, rocking back and forth. He ran his hands over Ava’s hips and grabbed her ass, and I wrapped my arms around her, clinging to her like reality might drift away if I didn’t have her to ground me in it.
“It’s one of my favorite things about him,” Ava said. “So big and hard and girthy.”
“Stop it,” I stammered, digging my palms into my eyes. “Or I’m going to lose my shit.”
“Aww, poor baby.” Ava licked across my lips, and when I opened to reciprocate, she sucked my tongue into her mouth, mimicking what Lycan had done to my cock moments ago.
“Such a naughty girl,” Lycan said. “If you need something to do, scoot back here and warm my cock.”
She bit her bottom lip, grinned, and shimmied down my body until she lined up with him. When he sank inside her, my world split open. Energy buzzed between us, flowing out of her and through him and into me. It zapped up my spine to the crown of my head and back down again.
“Fuck, do you feel that?” I hissed.