Chapter 13 Then There Were Three #2
Then he closes his eyes. And he presses his lips to mine with the sweetness he instills with every word he’s ever spoken.
It’s a gentle caress of his mouth along mine.
A fleeting soft kiss with more emotion than I’ve felt in all my life pressed into a span of less than a single minute.
My heavy heartbeat counts the time and it’s forever and yet not nearly enough.
He pulls away from me with a shaking exhale, but the space he allows between us is very little. His gaze lingers along my lips even though he cannot see them. And it’s then that his palm lifts, his fingertips skim the edge of my jaw, and he touches me so platonically yet so intimately.
I close my eyes just as I had when he kissed me.
Somehow this feels wildly more intimate.
It’s the lightest touch along my neck, my jaw, my lower lip and the bow just above.
As if I’m a fragile, delicate flower, he brushes over the lines of my face.
My lashes flutter as he takes me in little by little with a caress that makes me weak in the knees.
When he reaches my hair and his fingers slide in, he stops there.
He doesn’t look back up at me. He blinks over and over again as he looks down at the small space between us.
“The most beautifully pained woman in all the realms,” he whispers like an echo.
My heart pounds for more. I don’t know why.
I know I’m pretty.
But I need his response to that beauty. Did it live up? Were my looks something that was talked too highly of, and now after all this time, does it live up to the name of most beautiful woman in all the realms?
I cling to his silence.
His head lifts slowly. His lips hover over mine. And then he finally speaks. “The Goddess did bless you. With a beautiful, resilient soul that shines through without even looking at you, Cersia.”
My heart. My poor, poor stupid heart. It skips and flops and falls right out of my chest, I swear it.
When his lips find mine once more, it’s a demanding passion.
His tongue slides over mine before our lips ever fully seal.
He devours me, and the hold he has on my hair tightens just as the hold Roman has against my torso pulls harder against himself.
The press of their bodies against mine drills untamed desire all through me.
And it seems I’m not the only one.
Fingers grip my chin harshly, and I’m pulled away from that addicting kiss with a gasp slipping from my lungs. But I never catch that breath.
Because Roman pulls my mouth right to his, and he tastes me slowly.
He runs the tip of his tongue over my damp lower lips, and I can’t decide if he wants my kiss…
or Avian’s. It doesn’t matter, and he doesn’t seem to let the thought linger.
His dominance is all he shows me as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth and gives me the slowest, deepest exploration.
He takes every part of me, and the slower he moves his mouth against mine, the slower he starts to thrust his hips against the curve of my ass.
And that’s what sets us all off. Avian grips my thighs and hoists me higher until I’m lined up with the hardest part of him.
I’m twisted one way to kiss Roman while Avian controls my hips with a teasing press of his hardness rocking back and forth against me.
It’s a demanding distraction that keeps pulling me from that delicious thing Roman keeps doing with his tongue.
It isn’t competitive. Jealousy doesn’t exist here. It’s the sharing of emotions. We all want the same thing. They prove that even more when I pull back from Roman’s mouth with a jagged gasp, and he doesn’t pause for a second as Avian slams his lips against his friend’s.
Their kiss is harsher. It’s like seeing an ember burn for so long that the heat is unbearable when it finally goes up in flames. There’s a desperateness in the flick of their tongues, the biting of lips, the growling of pleasure.
And I feel every bit of that desperation as each of them slides their hands down the front of my pants at the same time, snapping the button right off as they both push their fingers over every inch of my sex.
My thighs clench around Avian’s lean hips just as a cutting gasp tears from my lungs, and one of them sinks in ever so slowly while the other presses slow teasing circles over the most sensitive part of me.
“I-I um…” What. Are. Words.
They don’t exist. Only shaking gasps of air manage to fall from my parted lips, and even those aren’t really sure of how my lungs are actually supposed to function.
“What is it, beautiful?” Roman’s tone has that taunting sentiment along my neck, but it’s different right now. Sensual with smooth but gravelly whispers.
“I—” Fuck. What…? “I-I think we should move to the bed,” I finally manage to stutter out.
Avian only hums along my throat as he nips there with sharp teeth and a soothing tongue.
“No. No, I think right here is fine,” Roman says hotly against the shell of my ear, his fingers thrusting in deep and possessively along a spot he seems to be rather fond of.
I am too. The moan he works out of me is like the one thing he seems to want in life, because I feel his smile curve against his lips as he kisses along my jaw and massages deeper, harder, faster.
Roman’s big hand holds me steady, and I can’t even focus on either man as trembles start to shake through my core.
My jeans are pulled away. Cold air meets my skin, but then…
warm breaths are along my inner thighs. Roman holds me carefully while Avian kneels before me.
My feet plant against hard shoulders, and the heat of steady exhales washes over the apex of my thigh.
Lips skim with a hint of pressure there.
Roman continues to pump into me with his palm slapping, on the verge of uncontrollable pleasure.
Until a warm mouth slides over his fingers, and along my folds as Avain laps up all of my dripping wetness with the flat of his greedy tongue.
The gasp that trembles out of me is nearly a scream.
Roman stops thrusting with his palm but he remains firmly deep inside me with his fingers pumping rapidly against on single spot until I can’t take it anymore.
I’m soaking down his hand. My arm raises over my head and my nails sink into the flesh of his shoulder behind me.
I cling to him desperately as every part of me trembles against him.
Echoes of my pleasure climb the walls and cascade around us.
Uncontrollable energy thrums through every inch of my body.
Avian’s demanding mouth drinks me in. The two of them never stop.
And neither does my release.
It comes again and again, slamming, pounding, consuming me entirely.
I’m a wreck. I don’t even know how they’re keeping me from sliding to the floor into a pile of useless arms and legs that no longer possess the ability to work anymore.
Their torturous movement against my wetness halts after a lifetime of pleasure passes me by. A tattered breath finds my lungs, and I almost remember that I should continue doing that. Breathing is good.
Yes. Yes.
My head falls back, and I focus on the weak inhales and exhales. The sweetness of his words wash over my neck as he takes me in like my pleasure is his own.
“Now we can go to the bed, Beautiful,” Roman says like sex and secrets.
My eyebrows arch high.
Because we’re just beginning, it seems.
And I have no idea how I’m going to keep up with two of them.
Avian pulls me close until my knees bend over his shoulders, his big hands wrap around the small of my stomach, and then he hauls me up in the most unconventional way.
I’m practically arched over him, meeting him at eye level.
It’s like he can’t bear to release me. Like he’s afraid to leave this place between my thighs for even a second.
My hands grapple to hold on to his neck as a smile plays sexily against his lips, and he walks me across the room like that, as if he’s not even close to being done with his time between my thighs.
I pray to the Goddess that he lives there forever.
He smiles so hard at me that a charming dimple appears in his left cheek, and my hand relaxes just enough for my thumb to sweep up and trace that sexy feature near his full lips. His silver eyes are locked on me as he tilts his head and brushes his mouth slowly over the inside of my wrist.
Then he drops me, hands held out at his sides as I free fall down with an unattractive yelp crawling up my throat. My ass bounces against the bed, and I lie there for a moment, staring up at two devilish men smirking down on me like an omen.
Avian steps slightly closer as I’m spread out before him. As for Roman, he’s slowly unbuckling his pants, his penetrating gaze never leaving mine the entire time he unbuttons, hooks his thumbs, and then shoves off the last stitch of formality that was between us.
There’s nothing formal about him and me now. My wetness is bared to them both. And Roman’s cock is so hard it wavers, catching my attention and bringing an ache to my core that I had previously thought they’d soothed.
Not enough, it seems.
“Take your shirt off,” Roman whispers through a growl, his pale eyes shining in the dim lighting with sinister, sensuous intent.
Several hard beats of my heart pass as I blink up at him before my brain kicks in and I scramble to do exactly as he says. Not only that, but my thoughts go into overdrive, and I take his demanding words and practically echo them right back.
“Take your pants off,” I command of Avian in a loud voice that’s a little too desperate to be ladylike.
Fuck ladylike. Ladylike doesn’t exist here. I’ll save that etiquette for when I’m not still dripping wet from an orgasm two men coerced out of me.
Avian’s slow demeanor is so much more confident and fluid than my flailing undressing. His boyish smile is sexy, and his big hands work below his waist to slide off his pants in a casual display of certainty.