Chapter 13
EDWIN
As soon as the words left his mouth, Trace’s expression shuttered. “I shouldn’t be here. I came to find you and couldn’t stop watching. You’re beautiful together.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll get going. Terrance will wait for my return…if you’re still okay with me—”
“Fuck’s sake, man, stop bleating. Wasn’t like you found him balls deep in me.
” I winked at James and grasped for his hand, hoping he wasn’t embarrassed to be discovered in a state of such blatant arousal.
“Not that I’d be bothered if you had. I have it on good authority I have a great arse and a photogenic cock, and from the feel of him, James is hung like a porn star.
” I ignored the shocked gasp from my shadow and beckoned Trace nearer.
“We were talking about you before we got distracted.”
Trace advanced a pace. “You were?”
“Of course. It was your suggestion, if you recall.” I tched. “Come closer, man, I don’t bite.” A stifled giggle from James. “Well, all right, I do, but…” I threw one hand up and waved it about a bit. “You know what I mean.”
“He wants to kiss you,” James said in a tumble of syllables.
The kitchen felt suddenly electrified. I could sense James holding his breath. Trace flipped his gaze from James to me, then back again. “Is that so?” he finally drawled.
“Mm hmm.” James’ voice crackled with a mixture of what I could tell was desire and fear.
“He wants you to fuck him as well. I…I want that too. I want him to get what he wants, b-b-but I want-to-watch.” He ran the last words together as if he was out of puff, which was entirely likely if the rosy hue sweeping across his face was any indication.
I felt my cock redouble its efforts to escape from my trousers.
I was a helpless slut who craved a good seeing-to, there was no way around it.
But I had to wonder, did James really want to watch, or was he too scared I’d get one thorough dicking from Trace and be instantly converted from shadow-love to witch-worship?
Trace licked his lips. “You’re making it almost impossible to say no.”
“Then don’t.” Bold and clear, James threw down the gauntlet.
Trace met my eyes. “You’re good with this?”
Oh God, you have no idea. I nodded.
“Just the kissing?”
I think I whimpered.
Trace closed the gap between me and him, then glanced down at my right hand still entwined with James’ left. “You good, James?” he asked, his tone rough. His pupils were huge dark saucers in beautiful eyes fringed with long, thick lashes, startling on such an otherwise plain man.
James made a garbled sound that passed for agreement. His fingers tightened over mine and I squeezed back. My entire skeleton felt too large for my skin. I was aware I was probably vibrating at the same frequency as the electricity pylon down the road.
Trace laced the strong digits of one hand around the back of my neck, bringing us eye to eye.
“Fuck me, but you’re a pretty one,” he murmured.
He ran the thumb of his other hand over my lips and on instinct, I parted them.
He paused, mischief creeping into his expression as if fully aware of how much I craved the hard press of that work-roughened pad on my tongue.
Then he removed his thumb, slanted his mouth over mine, and took control.
We both moaned. The heat of him surrounded me, his scent earthy and outdoorsy, flowery but somehow almost metallic-sharp at the same time.
He took his time exploring the contours of my mouth with his tongue, licking over my teeth almost lazily, but stoking the flames I could feel rising from my beleaguered dick which was once again clamouring for attention.
Without warning, the kiss turned dirty. Trace plundered my mouth, shoving me against the unit behind me, angling my head by tugging on my hair.
Responding to his aggression, I relaxed, letting my thighs fall open so he could grind against me, while my free hand slipped under his shirt to cop a feel of his wiry, muscular form.
The pressure of his cock rubbing against mine after such a long time without getting laid made me dizzy with want.
“Trace,” I gasped when he paused to breathe, “we should take this to the bedroom.”
He pulled away and regarded me. His lips were reddened and his eyes glazed. He swallowed and inhaled a deep breath, loosening his hold on my neck to shove a hand between us and sigh as he evidently managed to relieve the pressure on his cock. “If James is all right with that?”
I wrenched my head around to smile at James. His eyes were huge, hazy, and luminous, his breaths shallow, and he had one hand in the pocket of his jeans. It didn’t take a genius to know why.
“You okay with that idea?” I said gently. I was hornier than I’d been for months, but I wasn’t prepared to spook him, not even for a roll in the hay with Trace, who I realised I’d wildly underestimated in the sexy stakes. Holy hellfire, the man could kiss.
His throat bobbed and he nodded. “Yeah.” It was a needy rasp.
In the bedroom, I whipped my shirt off over my head and let it fall where it landed. I arranged James on the mattress, his back propped up with our pillows. “You okay, love?” I whispered. “I will stop this at any second if you aren’t comfortable. I promise.”
He clunked our foreheads together. “I trust you.” Those three words sent a flare of heat through me that even his kisses hadn’t been able to equal. I turned to see Trace had copied me and removed his own top. He glanced at me with one hand braced on his flies.
“Trousers off?” He seemed to be checking every step with James too. James grunted a rusty affirmative, then all three of us were suddenly trouserless. Trace’s eyes were hot as they roved over both our bodies.
“On the bed, Marsh,” he commanded me. “Then I’ll decide what to do with you.”
I shuffled backwards, feeling suddenly unanchored without James’ hand in mine. I eyed his bulge instead, which was as substantial as I’d thought it would be. Damn, why was it always the skinny dudes who packed such impressive weapons? I could only hope I’d feel it inside me one day.
“Concentrate, Edwin, I’m right here, in front of you.” Trace’s gentle mocking tone snapped my focus back to him. His smile reached his eyes, wide and unfettered. I grinned up at him, shamelessly thrusting my groin in his direction.
“Oh, I’m here.” I made to slide my shorts off, but his fingers pressed down over mine, hampering my efforts. “No rush, we’ll get there.”
“I was too close back in the kitchen,” I grumbled. “Now, I’m desperate.”
“Good.” He leapt onto the bed and straddled me, then sat back, pinning me by my calves. “Desperate is fun.”
I groaned. “I should probably mention I’m a needy bastard. I don’t do torture well.” Although in truth, I could feel a spurt of precum adding to the already considerable damp spot on my boxers. Perhaps a little edging wasn’t so bad after all.
Trace rose and knocked my legs apart, settling between them, although he kept his weight on his hands as he arranged me to his satisfaction.
“Rarely had a vampire to play with before,” he murmured.
“You’re about as perfect as a man can be.
It’s intoxicating.” He ran one index finger down my torso from neck to navel, detouring to add in a thumb so he could pinch a nipple on the way down.
When I shuddered, his grin returned. “You like nipple play?”
“Uh huh.” My nips were hotwired to my cock, so yes, I liked it a lot.
James swallowed next to me, and I let my eyes slide sideways.
He took his own nipple and pinched it. Then the other, alternating for a while.
Both Trace and I paused our action to enjoy the show.
My gaze travelled to James’ navy boxers and the twitches and jerks of his cock within the confines of the stretchy cotton.
“And?” Trace enquired finally.
James gulped. “Good.” The tip of his tongue wetted his pink lips.
“Never thought about it before.” His face took on the glow I associated with human arousal.
I wanted so much more of it. I could sense his unease at being the centre of attention though, so I bucked my hips insolently. “More please. Want to come.”
Trace smiled a maddeningly slow smile. “So do I, but it’s fun watching you squirm.”
Then he yawned. One of those damn-near-dislocate-your-jaw efforts.
James and I both laughed. Trace scowled.
“Bloody typical. First time in ages I want to really take my time with someone and my own body’s cockblocking me.
” He tweaked my other nipple until I gasped.
“Guess this is what I get for messing with the nocturnal set.” He bent and ravaged my mouth until I was a jumble of incoherent nerve endings begging for release.
“Sorry, gorgeous, it’s going to be over fast tonight.
Apparently, I need my beauty sleep.” One last hard press of his lips to mine.
“If you let me, I’ll make it up to you another time. ”
With an efficiency I admired, he stripped us of our underwear, leaving me naked and panting.
“Lube?” he asked. He had to lean so high over me to grab it from the drawer I could almost have bent over to suck him into my mouth, but I didn’t, because I got the feeling he’d have stopped me, and honestly, I was so anxious to come, I didn’t want any further delays.
His cock was long and lean, like the rest of him, jutting proudly from a neat thatch of light brown hair.
I wondered how long it would be before I could persuade him to fill me, fuck me, take me apart with it.
Behaving myself, I stuffed a second pillow under my head as he squeezed a handful of lube out, squelched it in his palm, then wrapped it around both our cocks.
I hissed as my thighs tensed. “Oh fuuck…”
“All right?” The quirk of his brows told me he knew the answer.
“Hell yeah. Need this. Please…” I begged. I was on a hair trigger and I could taste my orgasm from here.