Chapter 18 #2
Shane’s eyes widened, giving a tortured growl. He looked down at my exposed body, his hardness straining against his jeans, before he looked back up at my face, lifting Bal’s hand to his mouth and sucking my slickness off his fingers.
“Sor?” His voice was harsh, and he didn’t say anything else, as if Bal had stolen all the words from his mouth.
“Oh my god, yes.” I squirmed under their scrutiny, desperate to be touched, to feel them inside me.
“Undress me,” Bal commanded Shane. But he stood in front of me, his fingers sliding through my wetness, making Shane peel the clothes from him from behind. “Hands up, grab the edge of the desk, little bird.”
I grabbed on hard as he urged my feet up onto the desk. The position fully exposed me, but it didn’t make me feel vulnerable, only sexy as they both moaned.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty here.” He swiped his index finger through the mess between my legs. “I’m going fuck you, now that he’s made this pussy wet for me. Would you like that?”
“Yes, please, Sir…” I managed to garble out, using the honorific that seemed to please him when Shane used it.
Shane kissed Bal’s neck and back as he swiftly divested the powerful Count of his clothes. He wrapped a hand around the Count’s hardness and tugged up and down. I strained to see, mewling as his big hand spread the moisture from Bal’s slit over his skin.
“Enough,” Bal growled. “Guide me into her.”
Shane gripped his steel flesh, and Bal leaned forward, holding my wrists to brace himself.
His hips canted forward, and my head fell back, my neck arching.
My skin was swollen from my orgasm and their fingers, and a desperate whimper slipped free.
He was so big. I took a deep breath and tried to relax more, letting the pleasure of being filled so thoroughly consume me.
“You’re doing so well, sweet witch. You can take me.”
And he pushed more, stretching my centre wider with each slow thrust of his hips. I was barely aware when Shane moved around the desk, fully naked and glorious, and he bent down, whispering to me.
“That’s it, Sor, relax for him. Let him in.”
I mewled and gave in to my urge to roll my hips to meet Bal’s thrusts. I needed more.
“So hot and tight. Damn, you will be the death of me….” he mumbled, cursing as he withdrew and steadily thrust in deeper. I looked up into his beautiful, severe face and slammed my hips up.
A determined look overcame him. “So it’s like that, is it, little witch? You want hard and fast?”
“Yes. I don’t need gentle. I need hard. I need you to fill me. To take me.”
His grin was full of male satisfaction. His hips undulated down, but not hard enough. “Please.... please….” I met his harder thrust, my pride gone, willing to beg to feel him deep inside me.
“I know what you need. Shane. Take her wrists.”
Shane wrapped one big hand around both of my wrists and stared hungrily at my breasts as they bounced with the Count’s thrusts.
Bal moved back and urged my legs over his shoulders.
Then braced himself on the desk as he leaned forward, damn near bending me in half.
The position forced him deeper, until there was so much pleasure, it was almost painful.
I cried out at his next thrust. He was so deep.
He reached parts of me no one had ever touched.
“That’s it, baby, scream for him,” Shane urged, his voice deep and animalistic.
“Gods, Sor, your pussy, it’s so tight, so hot.” Bal moved harder and faster, giving me exactly what I’d begged for. A shuddering moan was forced from my throat at each thrust, my body writhing under him, my nipple aching where Shane tugged and teased with his other hand.
My sensitive flesh fluttered, my lower abdomen tightening with each thrust. Another orgasm threatened, and there was nothing I could do except surrender.
I looked down to where Bal entered my body, owning me.
The sight of his abdominal muscles flexing and his rigid, veiny flesh moving in and out of where we were joined, covered in my juices, tipped me over the edge.
His hands moved above my shoulders to stop me sliding up the desk, and he increased his powerful thrusts.
A bead of sweat ran down his forehead as his powerful body flexed. I thrashed as the pleasure built.
He turned his dark, hooded stare to Shane, who kissed him. The sight of them was unbelievably perfect. Shane twisted my nipple, and my body gave in. Pleasure barrelled out from my core until I clamped down on Bal and screamed his name.
“That’s it, come on my cock. Give me everything.”
My back arched, glad for Shane’s hold, my reality shifting to nothing more than where I was connected to them.
Bal reared back, a flush to his throat, his nipples taught.
He stared down at me as he continued to undulate, guiding me through the aftershocks of pleasure.
Shane straightened, shamelessly tugging on his own rock-hard flesh in time with Bal’s thrusts.
That was Bal’s undoing. His thrusts quickened, becoming frantic and erratic.
He whispered something in a language I didn’t understand and reared back, his flesh becoming impossibly hard inside me.
His release pulsed, flooding me with his hot seed.
He slowed but didn’t halt, as if he was trying to keep it inside me.
He reached out with one hand and stilled Shane’s movements.
Shane’s breath came in ragged pants, his body heaving, his big chest expanding in a rapid rhythm.
“Please, I need to come.”
“No. You will not. You will only come inside this pretty cunt. And only when I have fucked you so hard, you are begging for release.”
He gently pulled out, keeping his gaze on my face. “Can you take him, Sor?” He looked down, smiling as some of his cum leaked from me.
I nodded, too breathless to speak. I was swollen and sore, but I wanted to feel Shane moving inside me.
“Shane, come here.”
Together they watched as white liquid continued to leak.
Bal gave a wicked grin. “I don’t want her to lose any more.
Get your gorgeous cock in here.” He slid two fingers into me, and I sighed with pleasure.
I’d come twice, but with them, I was insatiable.
I needed Shane as much as I needed Bal. I opened my legs wider and beckoned Shane forward.
“Please, Shane, I need to feel you in me, too.”
“In your what, Sor? Say it, little witch, or I will have to hold him back until you do.”
I flushed hotter, but I was more used to the dirty, sexy words they used. They were never used in the derogatory way that others used them, but in a way that only made me hotter and more turned on.
“I want you in my pussy, Shane, please. I want to feel you come inside me.”
Shane groaned as Bal took hold of his hard flesh. “What do you need in you, little witch? Is it this gorgeous cock that you need?”
I made a strangled noise and nodded.
“Then tell him. Beg him for it.”
Shane’s hooded gaze fixed on me, his face almost pained as Bal played with him.
“I..I need your cock, Shane. Give it to me. Please”
“Good girl.” Bal’s words sent a wave of lust through me, and I clenched, losing more of Bal’s seed.
Shane’s jaw tightened, desperately fucking Bal’s hand, but it looked like he was straining to reach my pussy.
Bal gave a wicked grin, and on Shane’s next thrust, let him slide inside me in one big thrust. I cried out and arched into him.
“Fuck,” he growled as Bal moved back.
“Can you feel my cum inside her?”
Shane’s voice was pained. “Yes…”
“Do you want the same in you, fledgling? Do you want it dripping from this gorgeous, tight arse?”
“Yes, oh fuck, Bal, yes. I want it so bad,” Shane choked out.
My eyes met Shane’s stormy, lust-filled ones, and he leaned down, kissing me, his lips soft and tender. “Are you okay?”
I smiled back at him, beyond speech. At that moment, I was in heaven.
There was the sound of a drawer opening and closing.
I watched Bal walk back around the desk to stand behind Shane.
His hard flesh jutted from his hips, an expression of insatiable desire on his face as he watched Shane roll his hips against mine.
My flesh was swollen from being taken…no, not taken…
fucked, by two such powerful males, but I loved it.
Bal pushed against Shane’s back, urging him forward more as he rubbed himself against Shane’s backside.
“I’m going to fuck you now, fledgling. And you’re going to let me into this tight virgin hole.”
Shane grunted an agreement, his gaze not leaving mine as he slowed. Bal squeezed the small, white tube he held and lubed up his fingers. I could only hold onto Shane as a panicked, lust-addled expression filled his face.
“Oh shit, oh gods,” he chanted hoarsely, his head dropping forward onto my shoulder.