Chapter 13 Then There Were Three #3
Is he that certain in all aspects of his life? Will he be that confident in just a little while?
Because now, we’re naked.
And my slamming heart is all too aware of what might come next.
“You’re anxious. You’re never anxious…” Roman tilts his head at me with a gentleness smoothing his sharp features. “Come here, Beautiful.”
I lift until I’m on my knees, and my hands find the soft blanket as I crawl to him with my ass swaying just slightly. His dark eyebrows shift higher and that smile on his lips turns devious.
“Not too anxious, it seems,” Avian says, and I have absolutely no idea how he knows what I’m doing, but the way he bites back his smirk tells me he’s very aware.
“I’m not. I’m not nervous.” I peer up at one man and then the other from beneath my thick lashes. I’m aware of my body. I’m aware of my beauty. I’m assured in both. But the dynamics of the three of us are not something I’ve ever considered.
I want—I want to make them feel as safe and happy and so, so fucking good as they make me feel.
Part of me is terrified this could all easily go wrong, and once it goes wrong, nothing will be the same.
So right now, I have to make sure tonight goes so very right.
I hold the smoldering look in Roman’s eyes as my head lowers down the hard panes of his body.
My tongue sweeps along the lines there, trailing down, down, down.
I don’t look away from him until the smooth tip of his cock kisses my lips and I slide my tongue ever so slowly up and then down the throbbing length of him.
His exhale is a shaking sound that fills my mind as I close my eyes.
My mouth opens to take his rigid shaft as deep as my throat will let me.
My hand against his hip steadies the bobbing of my head, and despite the sexy groan he releases, it’s not enough.
It never will be.
Not when we’re like this.
My other hand reaches, and I feel Avian’s hard muscles beneath my fingertip. With a jerk of his hip, I bring him closer.
Closer.
And closer.
And closer.
Until he’s just near enough…for their tips to touch, and my tongue to swirl over one, and then the other.
The whispered groan of curses surprises me when I realize it’s Avian worshiping the word fuck again and again.
I slide down his shaft and then his friend’s just to do it all over again, simply because I like the way those nasty words sound against his tongue.
Avian’s hand sinks through my hair. He controles me with easy guidance until my lips are right where he wants them.
And it’s Roman’s cock he pushes my lips over.
He forces me to take him deeper until a he’s thrusting against the back of my throat.
He does it again and again and again. It’s like he wants to imprint the image of my mouth fucking his best friend.
Every time I so much as blink I’ll think of this moment for as long as I live.
The idea of that alone is what pulses a demanding neediness through the sensitive spot just between my thighs.
And as if he senses that too, Avian pulls my hair hard and doesn’t stop until I’m looking up at him with hooded eyes and gasping lips.
“Come here,” Avian rasps, taking a seat at my side, spreading his legs wide and not waiting a single second for me to comply.
His lazy smirk press softly to my swollen lips with a slow, messy kiss.
He drags me roughly by the hair right where he wants me.
My legs straddle his, but he tilts my head back harder just to kiss up the column of my throat and along my ear.
“You’re so fucking beautiful in ways people will never see, Cers.” He whispers that sentiment and it’s tinged with sweet aggression. The possessiveness of his words shivers over my skin. The mixture of kindness and control in his tone is a form of lust I’ve never heard before.
His rough palms skim over my hips, and he lifts me, my chest brushing over his slowly as he slips his tongue along my neck in a form of distracting delicious kisses.
He sucks and bites and caresses my skin, and my hands meet his strong shoulders as he lowers me ever so slowly back down against his thickness.
His tip slides over my wetness and pulls a cutting sigh from my lungs as his hardness slides against my clit just right. He takes his time teasing there, as if it’s just to hear me breathe my approval out on shaking gasps and groans.
Another set of warm hands trail down my sides, over my breasts and along my ribs before gripping my hips and shoving me down ever so slowly. Avian’s thickness stretches me good, and the soundless pleasure against my lips turns to a long shaking scream I can’t contain.
“Mmm, he feels good, huh, Beautiful?” Roman murmurs like a prayer.
“You like both of us taking care of your sweet fucking pussy, don’t you?
” His hold on me becomes tighter as his nails dig into my flesh, and he guides my hips faster against this friend.
“Let me take care of you. Let me take care of both of you,” he says in the quietest lust-filled whisper.
The pace he instills in me slows. He controls me with firm hands and gentle words.
He takes his time, drawing out every needy breath I possess as he fucks my pussy nice and slow with his best friend’s cock.
He does it so deliberately. He almost has me stop entirely, and I’m not complaining as I try to find the breath lost in my lungs.
I start to wonder what he’s doing even as a beat slips by.
But then his fingers blaze down my spine, slowly trailing lower and lower.
Then he presses hard on the small of my back and arches my ass against his hardness.
A tremble wrecks through me, but I trust him. I trust both of them.
Avian’s intuition, his sixth sex sense or whatever it is, picks up on the small change of my hips even as he still fills me completely.
His mouth presses to my throat once more before he slams his lips hard against mine, slips his tongue along mine and distracts me as much as he seems to be distracting himself.
But why?
What does he think is going to hap—
A hard press of smooth rigidness slides between my thighs and against my opening from behind. My muscles tighten. Avian rocks his hips slowly against mine, and Roman just soaks up the feel of his friend fucking me by sliding his shaft back and forth there along the base of Avian’s wet cock.
My lashes flutter, but I focus on the kiss.
I focus on the flick of his tongue and the caress of his mouth against mine.
I kiss Avian so intently that I no longer tense when Roman slides against my pussy once more.
Even as he ever so slowly pushes inside.
The tightness of my walls clenches around the two of them.
I pulse for them and the girth that’s filling me fuller and fuller by the second.
A moan pulls from deep inside me, and Avian consumes the sound of that pleasure with a deepening kiss.
Roman’s groan hums against the back of my neck, and it only grows louder as he fucks me deeper and fucks Avian harder.
A reckless groan cuts from Avian’s lips as his friend slides harder and harder against his cock that’s filling me intensely.
Having both of them is a filling feeling that verges on pain and pleasure.
It’s like I can’t catch up. Like my body doesn’t know how to handle them both, my lungs lose air, my heart misses beats, and my mind… it’s lost in euphoric bliss.
I feel everything. Every single inch of Roman thrusts in slowly, pumping against the curve of my ass, while his lips brush along the back of my neck.
His hold on my hips is a controlling feeling that I need.
The arch of my back is the only thing keeping me held together as Roman’s pace quickens and Avian continues to devour my mouth.
It’s dirty, nasty fucking during sweet, caressing kissing.
My heart can’t take it.
And neither can my body. Everything is full. Everything is bliss.
The release that shatters through my core spirals over every single nerve ending in my body until I’m screaming into the now starry-filled room that I can’t focus on to save my life. All I know is the sensation of tingling intensity that pricks at my skin. I’m lost in that feeling.
It doesn’t fade away until the pulsing feel of Avian’s cock deep inside me demands my attention as his breath shakes against mine on a growling groan that meets my tongue.
His palms grip me harder, and I let him use me to hold himself together.
My fingers sink through his hair, and he falls apart in my hands.
“Fuck, Roman,” he growls out as he holds me hard.
But Roman never stops. He pulls me away from Avain and slides back in like he wants me for himself for just a little while.
And the shaking of my body begins all over again.
I try to delay it as he fucks me from behind.
I’m impossibly wetter for him with every deep thrust of his hips slapping against my ass.
I try to ride out the slamming feel of his body thrusting against mine harder and harder, but it’s all too much. The emotions are too high.
The orgasm that he demands from me is a tightening thing as it releases me but clenches him. And that alone seems to be what gives him what he needs. His growl of pleasure consumes me. I can’t think about what my body is giving him, but he takes it all the same.
And I’d give him even more if I could.
…I’d give them everything.
It’s a terrifying thought that slips through my mind as our bodies slow but our hearts continue to soar. I wonder if they sense that heart-pounding fear that’s inside my soul all because I let myself care about these men who stormed into my life.
I don’t care. I’ll embrace that fear.
Eventually.
Roman slips from me but lingers there with his hands intimately wrapped around me from behind just as Avian lowers his head to my chest, and the three of us just breathe one another in. Our emotions are just as entangled as our bodies. It’s the most beautiful moment in time.
Until it’s not.
“What. The. Literal. Fuck,” Zilo roars before the door even slams closed behind him.
And then the moment is gone.