Chapter 37 Izzy
IZZY
Dreams came true as Rook and Myel joined me on the bed. And it wasn’t just being with two men, it was these specific men. Rook was every sinful bad boy fantasy I’d ever had, and Myel was all my Goth daydreams made real.
For an instant I wondered about logistics, how this would work, but then they touched me and all that mattered was this heated contact.
They seemed to be all around me, hands and lips pressing and playing on my searing skin.
It was too much, but in the best way. Having no clue where the next touch might be, I simply closed my eyes and let the sensations take me.
“Yes,” I breathed. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! All the yesses!
One of them pushed my hair aside, hand trailing through my locks as they pressed heated kisses to my neck.
Another set of lips pressed softly close to my own, and I mewled a pathetic sound, needing their lips on mine.
Their kisses trailed over my face to my mouth, and they drank deeply as one of their hands pushed the little strap of my dress down my arm.
That same hand then swept in to capture a breast, and he gave a moaning chuckle as his long fingers couldn’t quite encompass the swollen flesh.
Myel. The one in front of me was Myel. I knew without looking, from his long fingers and how I could feel his surprised delight at finding my breasts so wonderfully large.
His lips left mine, trailing down my neck to my chest as Rook, behind me, turned my head and kissed me passionately, the awkward angle somehow only adding a thrill to our joining.
I gasped into Rook’s mouth as Myel sucked on the stiff peak of a nipple, his teeth gently raking over it. Rook sipped down my moan as the last of my anxiety and worry fled from my soul.
I felt free and light, divine and worshiped.
Two men were so much better than one!
Was it getting hot in here… like surface of the sun hot? My flimsy dress was way too much covering. I scrunched it up, pulling it away from my thighs.
An image flashed into my mind, me flinging off the dress, or one of them sliding it off me, hands caressing every inch as they went.
Oh… yes!
Wait… that wasn’t my voice in my head. It had sounded like Rook’s.
Had I imagined his voice?
But then, as if he’d read my thoughts, the hands and lips drew away. I whined… but only for an instant before they returned, pulling my dress off me, caressing me just as I’d imagined.
Yet I felt no relief from the blazing heat within me. The only relief would be in release.
“She’s desperate,” Myel whispered.
“Oh… I know,” Rook purred. “That’s exactly where we want her.”
Their hands and lips returned. Rook pressed close behind me, his perfect cock nestled between my ass cheeks as he once again turned my head to devour my lips.
One of his hands slid around from behind and down, between my legs to the super-heated slip-n-slide of my folds.
He chuckled as he drew the moisture away. His lips pulled back.
“You’re so wet, My Flame,” he whispered in my ear. “Tell Myel how wet you are.”
“I…” but words wouldn’t come as Rook stroked my loins once more. Instead, I gave a grunting, animalistic sound.
No fair! I cursed the incubus internally.
All’s fair in sex and war, he replied… in my mind…
What. The. Fuck?
Rook? Are you in my head?
A resonating chuckle sounded behind me and within me. You wanted me deep inside you, right? Well, here I am. How else am I to know all your secret fantasies?
I wanted to ask him how… but right now wasn’t for thinking. It was for feeling. I didn’t really care how. But him knowing exactly what I wanted… that was a fantasy I’d assumed would never come true.
Now tell Myel exactly how wet you are, how much you need him… here. He pressed on my folds, and I moaned unabashed.
“Myel,” I gasped, words so damned hard to form.
“So wet, drenched, fucking mess. Need you. Cock. Pussy!” That last word sung up through several octaves as Rook’s hands both grabbed my breasts from behind, clasping hard and adding some infernal incubus magic to the touch to bring me near-orgasmic pleasure.
“Fuck,” Myel growled. “I could never have imagined how sexy it would be to watch another man pleasure you.”
I couldn’t help the silly grin which slipped over my lips.
My eyelids fluttered open, and there he was, my bonded, all lean muscle with that mop of black hair and those dark, soulful pools of his eyes.
He stroked himself, a generous coating of precum on his tip as he watched Rook drive me to madness.
One of Rook’s hands slid down again, finding my clit and ever so gently stroking it.
God!
How could I be this high and still not come?
My eyes rolled back, body twitching. Somehow — incubus magic or not — Rook had me hovering right on the perfect peak of an orgasm, but without release. It was euphoric torture.
“Now,” Rook breathed, and he leaned back with me. The bed moved, then Myel’s legs pushed between mine as his hard, heated body pressed against me in all the right ways and his thickness slid home in my pussy.
I shattered.
Rook pushed me up into Myel’s arms, since I couldn’t move myself.
Myel’s lips found mine, his strong arms enfolding me, holding me close as I came.
His chest crushed against my swollen breasts as I moaned into his mouth.
He hadn’t even begun thrusting yet. We sat together, me straddling his lap in stillness as I soared through my orgasm, finally unleashed.
Myel hummed a slightly discordant melody against my lips, one of intense ecstasy, as our connection made him feel what I felt, thrumming my orgasm through both of us.
Yet mixed with his rapture was restraint, as he held his own release somehow.
His cock throbbed inside me, so damned hot and hard and near to vibrating, only adding to my bliss.
Then Rook closed in behind me once again. His hand slipped under my ass, between my legs, where he gathered some of the flood I gushed over Myel’s shaft and slid it back to wet my rear entrance.
Oh God!
Do you want me… here? Rook whispered into my mind as his finger, soaked in my moisture, slid easily into my ass.
Damn straight! I sung out, internally. Make me forget, make me feel. Take me higher!
As you wish, My Flame.
My orgasm should have begun to ebb and fade, but Rook’s teasing of my ass, kept me coming. My breath hitched when Rook added a second finger. I lost my breath entirely when he added a third.
I tore my lips off Myel’s and let out a long “uhhhhnnnng,” hoping Rook would know I was so very ready.
Rook’s breathy voice in my mind chuckled. Luckily, I speak moanese.
And his fingers withdrew, quickly replaced by the head of his cock, which felt huge!
Myel kissed his way over my jaw and down my neck. He lifted a breast and took the rigid nipple into his mouth, sucking hard once again. I threw my head back in bliss as he pulled raw pleasure out through that divine peak.
Rook kissed my neck, sucking almost as hard as Myel. His hand combed through my hair, fisting it to shift my head to the exact right position to expose more skin for him to ravish as he slid more of his perfect cock inside me.
God! It felt like it would never end, so damned long and deep and…
Stars exploded behind my eyelids with a new peak of bliss, as Rook hit home, his loins pressed against my ass.
Neither man had even begun moving and I was two orgasms in.
Soft or hard? Rook whispered within me.
You have to ask?
Hard it is.
Then, in perfect sync, both men began to move. Myel’s lips found mine again in a kiss of merged souls as Rook’s hands moved around to clutch the sides of my massive breasts and force them against Myel.
Holy…!
There were no words.
I couldn’t control my body, still convulsing through an extended, stunning orgasm.
I arched and bucked back against Rook as he thrusted deep.
The slap of his hips against my ass blasted my orgasm into a whole new level of bliss.
Then I rolled forward onto Myel as he shifted in.
The slap of his pubic bone against my clit, pure shocking euphoria.
Stars!
Fireworks!
Explosive pleasure radiated out from every pore, sparkling ecstasy flashing to my fingertips and toes and through every strand of hair.
Two men didn’t just double my pleasure, their combined merging was an exponential radiance of rapture.
I couldn’t speak, could barely breathe, my body convulsed in awkward, jerking motions.
I’d been wrong, Rook wasn’t just a friend. Any man who knew my body this well, knew what I needed and could give it so easily, was far more than a friend, or even a lover. He was a miracle worker.
And through our bond, Myel knew every ache in my soul, everywhere I needed to be touched, inside and out.
In that transcendent moment, something clicked.
I needed both of them. Not just in bed, but in my life.
As much as it terrified me to commit to anyone, I was well on my way to welcoming Myel into my life, and now Rook might just be joining him.
Rook had been a friend even while I’d hated him.
He hadn’t needed to help me, but he had.
For that I’d be forever grateful. And now the two of them seemed to be stamping themselves onto my soul as they pounded my body with thrusts growing ever more erratic and desperate.
You do things to me, My Flame. You consume me! Rook panted into my mind.
“Yes! Izzy! Spirits!” Myel cried out before his lips locked to mine to draw out the last vestiges of pleasure I could offer before we all ruptured in a three-way orgasm. Though for me, it was the pinnacle of a series of orgasms leading to this heavenly release.
Myel withdrew from my lips to sink his teeth into my neck and drink, lost to his desire. Rook tilted my head back and to the side so he could take my lips in a kiss, again somehow more passionate for how awkward it was.
So… perfect, so beautiful, so searingly hot, Rook whispered into my mind.
Though what your little shifter feels for you goes way beyond lust. His desire is a buffet for me, but beneath that lays something so much deeper and fuller.
He chuckled inside my head. You alone are a sinful delight, of which I can’t get enough, but the two of you together are a fucking drug and I’m hooked.
Sorry Izzy, but this is going to have to be a regular thing, or I think I might die.
Holy fuck, really? Intense much?
I heard that.
I would have laughed, if I hadn’t been in the grips of a raging orgasm which felt like it was tearing me apart.
Myel drank his fill and fell back on the bed, gazing up at me with a look of pure wonder.
I’d done that to him. I made his eyes round with awed reverence.
Me.
Wow.
Seeing that look on my lover’s face as his cock jerked and pulsed inside me… was the best damned drug, the ultimate opiate: no pain, no worries, nothing but a high nearly as good as the orgasm I still shuddered through.
It seemed to take forever for all of us to come down, not that I minded. Though, it did feel good when I could finally take a full deep breath again, my lungs burning. And as we all began to settle, I wondered, just how we were supposed to separate ourselves.
But Rook took care of that. His hand circled around me, pressing hard to my loins as he — slowly, on shaking legs — rose while still inside me. When Myel’s cock slid out, Rook pressed harder to my folds as he lifted me and carried me to the bathroom and into the shower.
I didn’t understand why he’d moved us until he pulled out and removed his hand and two sets of releases flowed out of me, too much for my body to handle. I would have made quite the mess on Rook’s bed, which neither of us wanted… if we’d be sleeping there tonight.
Rook flicked on the shower and washed me off. Myel joined us, cleaning himself before we all just leaned on each other, letting the hot water run over us.
“Holy fuck, that was hot,” I breathed when I could finally speak again.
Myel’s gaze met Rook’s. Something passed between them.
I didn’t know if they were good with each other yet, but I had a feeling they’d happily do this again, even if only for my sake.
And I’d gladly let them.
Yet, as I fell asleep that night, squeezed between Rook and Myel on a bed not big enough for the three of us, I recalled my earlier thoughts about committing to these two, letting them into my life, into my heart.
Yet now, without the soothing thrill of an orgasm blasting through me, that idea terrified me, like it always had.
And as much as I knew that was what Myel wanted… how did Rook feel? Was that what he wanted? He’d made it pretty clear that he was up for sex, but that was it. So, would this be all we ever shared, a bed and good times and nothing more?
Not so long ago, I would have been good with that, but now I wasn’t so sure. A part of me — the part that felt Myel’s devotion filling a hollow in my soul I hadn’t known was there — wanted more of that healing tenderness.
But was Rook ready to give it?
I didn’t know.
And I wasn’t sure if he knew either.