23. Calliope #2
Vex holds me tight to his chest, my head resting on his shoulder as we both watch Soren push not just my legs apart but Vex’s. My knees remain on the outside of his that hold me open. I can feel my juices dripping through my folds.
Soren’s tongue glides over the junction of my thighs toward my clit where I desperately want him.
Vex’s hands glide up my body to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples again and again.
“You could come just like this. Couldn’t you?” Soren questions, a sly smirk on his face.
“Yes,” I answer breathlessly. My body arching toward his mouth. He’s right there.
But no. Vex just twists and plays with my nipples while Soren grips my thighs holding me still.
“Prove it,” Soren demands of me. “Show us how you can come just with Vex playing with those pretty nipples of yours.”
I squirm and squirm as I try to get away from the building pressure. My arms don’t know what to do. Where to go. All I know is this feeling and how desperate it’s making me.
I can’t stop moving, can’t stop squirming. The pressure builds inside me with nowhere to go, no release in sight. My fingers dig into Soren’s shoulders, leaving half-moon impressions in his skin as I try to ground myself.
I refuse to beg, refuse to be that bitch. The needy little puddle between two men. And oh, oh how I fucking want it. Want just that.
Vex’s thumbs circle my nipples, the calluses gifting me that perfect textured feel. Every pass drags me closer, but never far enough.
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Look at her,” he murmurs against my ear, his voice gone rough. “She’s already so close.”
Soren doesn’t look away from me. His eyes are dark, fixed on my face.
“I want to watch you lose control.”
The words nearly do it.
My body tightens around nothing, aching for something neither of them is giving me. My hips lift on instinct, searching for friction.
“I can’t.” The words break on a gasp. “I need—”
“You can,” Soren says. He’s so gentle and patient and certain.
“Let us see you.”
Vex pinches both nipples at once.
The sharp sting tears through the tension holding me together.
I come hard, my back bowing as pleasure rips through me. It catches me so completely I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything but shake against Vex while wave after wave rolls through me.
“That’s it,” he whispers.
His hands soften immediately, stroking instead of tormenting while my body slowly comes back to itself.
“Beautiful,” Soren murmurs against my inner thigh. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I’m still trembling when Vex cups my breasts again. Even the gentlest brush of his fingers feels too sharp now, my skin painfully awake.
“Look at me,” Soren says softly.
I force my eyes open.
He’s between my thighs, watching me.
Soren is always careful with me. But there is nothing gentle in his eyes right now. He looks like he wants to ruin me.
“Now I’m going to taste you.” His breath moves hot across my clit, and my whole body jerks. “And Vex is going to hold you while I make you come again.”
Need clenches low in my stomach.
Vex’s arms tighten around me, his chest warm and solid against my back.
“Remember,” he whispers near my ear. “No rushing.”
Then Soren’s tongue slides through me.
One long stroke, bottom to top, gathering everything before flicking across my clit.
I gasp and bury my hands in his hair, holding him there as though he might pull away.
He isn’t going anywhere.
Still, I’m not ready to let him go.
Vex’s hands leave my breasts and drift over my stomach. His fingers spread against me, following every hitch of my breath and every muscle that tightens beneath his palm.
“Watch,” he says. “Watch him worship you.”
I make myself look down.
Soren’s dark hair disappears between my thighs. His tongue moves slowly, deliberately, each stroke drawing another sound from me. Then his eyes lift to mine.
He holds my gaze as the tip of his tongue flicks over my clit.
Heat curls through me, deep and vicious.
Vex traces idle patterns across my stomach, barely touching me while Soren’s mouth stays firm and insistent below.
I’m caught between them.
Held still while everything inside me strains for more.
“Let go,” Soren murmurs against me. “I want to feel it.”
I can’t answer.
His lips close around my clit, sucking gently while his tongue works against it. My hips jump, chasing the pressure.
Vex locks an arm across my chest and holds me in place. His other hand slides lower, stopping just above Soren’s mouth.
“Not yet,” he whispers. “Let him take you there.”
The anticipation is almost worse than being touched.
I’m panting now, fingers twisted in Soren’s hair, every muscle tense with the effort not to grind against his face.
Then Soren presses one finger inside me.
The stretch pulls a broken gasp from my throat. I clench around him as his tongue keeps moving, slow and relentless against my clit.
“Fuck,” I breathe, the word torn from me as Soren curls his finger, finding that spot inside me that makes me see stars.
And then I’m crashing over, white dances at the edges of my vision. My body bowing as the orgasm detonates through me.
Once again, I’m moving, moving, moving.
Blinking my eyes I see Soren, his pirate smirk pleased with himself before he brushes a soft kiss to my lips.
“You okay?” He brushes my hair off my face. My sweaty tangled hair.
“Perfect.” I kiss him back, my hands gripping his hips and tangling in the band of his pants. Pants I want off immediately. “More?” I ask hopefully.
I feel the press of Vex at my back as we kneel on the carpet. The fire is now on in the fireplace. I’m glad it’s on as a chill races across my body. He presses kisses across my shoulders, his tongue following the path back.
“On your knees,” he whispers.
I try to look over my shoulder, but Soren turns my face back.
“I’m already on my knees.” I unzip his pants. Freeing Soren. I watch as his mouth parts on an o and I grip his length tugging to the tip where I spread the bead of precum over his dick.
He bucks into my hand and I can’t hide the smile on my face even if I wanted to.
And I don’t want to.
“Knees,” he squeaks, pulling back.
Feeling cheeky and knowing they’re watching I lean forward, hands on the carpet now, ass in the air.
Vex’s sharp intake of breath is all the motivation I need to bend forward so they get a better visual. Shame has officially left the room. And I’m so damn glad for it.
Hands thread through my hair tilting me up, tugging with a sharp pinch of pain. Vex stares down at me, his eyes dark and I swear glowing. But it’s his cock that steals my breath.
“Open.” He taps the tip at my mouth where I greedily drink him down. His cock stretches my lips, fills my mouth completely as I take him deeper. The taste of him is intoxicating, salt and skin and something uniquely Vex. I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard as my tongue swirls around the head.
I feel the buzz of blood rush through his veins under my tongue. The build toward his climax that quickens with each of his breaths.
“Fuck,” Vex hisses, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Look at me.”
I raise my eyes to meet his, finding his expression one of raw hunger barely contained. His jaw is clenched, a vein pulsing in his neck as he watches me take him.
Soren moves behind me, his hands sliding over my ass, spreading me open. I feel the heat of his gaze, the anticipation building as his fingers trace my entrance.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “You look so fucking beautiful like this.”
Vex pushes deeper, and I relax my throat, taking him all the way. My eyes water as he hits the back of my throat, but I don’t pull away, don’t break eye contact.
“That’s it,” Vex groans, his hips moving in shallow thrusts. “Take it all.”
Soren’s fingers press inside me, stretching me gently as he works me open. The dual sensation of Vex filling my mouth while Soren prepares me makes me moan around Vex’s cock.
“Fuck, she’s dripping,” Soren says, and I feel him adding another finger, curling them to find that spot that makes my vision blur.
I lose track of where one of them ends and the other begins.
Vex’s hand tightens in my hair before he pulls back, giving me room to breathe. A thin strand of saliva stretches between my mouth and his cock, then breaks.
Behind me, Soren removes his fingers.
The sudden emptiness makes me push back, searching for him.