Chapter 46 #2
In the end, he held my wrists captive with one strong hand while he used the other to tease me, his nails scraping trails over my bare flesh and up and down my jeans, alternating the pressure depending on my reactions.
My cock was an iron bar straining against my fly, leaking a puddle but totally ignored by Edwin as he scratched, tweaked, and even bit me.
Apparently, he was fast getting over his previous disgust at taking nibbles out of me.
At one point he flipped me face down. “Still green, baby?” he said, his voice cool and concerned right by my ear.
“Yeaah. Yes, I mean yes,” I said hurriedly. My brains had all but leaked out of my ears at this point, but I quickly checked in and realised I felt safe. Anxious, but still safe. “I…I might say yellow at some point.” I had to be honest.
“Thank fuck. I don’t have the first idea what I’m doing.
I’ve done this sort of thing before, but not officially, you know?
That’s why I won’t remove your jeans. I figure you might feel happier being partially clothed.
” I felt the mattress dip as he shifted.
“You look so hot covered in bites and scratches. Like my own personal kinky canvas.” He licked a wet stripe up my spine and I shrieked in surprise.
“With freckles too, like a join the dots puzzle.” He squeezed my arse cheek so hard I whimpered.
My stupid dick pulsed again. “You know, it’s a good job I don’t have plans to turn you.
I’d miss the way your skin flames when you blush.
You’re such a filthy fucker, but you blush like a nervous schoolboy.
” He wrenched my legs apart. “Would you like me to flick your balls, I wonder?”
“Yellow!” I sagged into the pillow as he released me instantly, then flipped me once more so I was face up.
“Are you okay? Did I go too far?” Panic scored his features.
I moaned. “No, you pillock. I didn’t want to come. If you’d touched me like that, I’d have gone off like a rocket.” I buried my face in my hands. “I am such a freaking pervert. You didn’t need to stop everything. I just needed a moment.”
“I told you I wasn’t very good at this.”
I scoffed. “I beg to differ. I’m not even sure I can undo my jeans without exploding. I’m on a hair trigger right now. I need to take it down a notch.”
“Try breathing? Your inhales are so shallow, I’m not sure you’re getting much benefit from them.” He eyed me thoughtfully. “So, you don’t want to come in your clothes this time? That’s new.”
I held up a hand; I couldn’t answer him and suck in some much-needed oxygen.
When I could speak, I said carefully, “I think I’d like to fuck you.
” Then, because we’d promised to be honest with each other.
“Or Trace. Both, maybe. Definitely.” Translation: I know I want to, but I’m still doubting myself at every turn.
“Oh, James. Are you sure?” The sky blue of his irises almost disappeared as his pupils expanded to comic book proportions. Unable to speak, I merely jerked my head. He cupped my chin. “Right now?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“When you’ve come to me drenched in Trace’s cum—Fuck, I’m going to need a minute.” He grabbed his crotch and squeezed. “Damn, you truly are a wet dream come to life, you filthy, fantastic slut.”
The adoring way he looked at me while he said such awful words was almost enough to tip me over the edge. I gulped a few more deep breaths and said, “Should we get Trace to join us?”
Edwin’s blue eyes focused on me. “Yes, we should. Although, for a moment I admit I was tempted to simply impale myself on your dick and ride you like Seabiscuit, but that would be selfish of me.” He gave his crotch another squeeze. “If he doesn’t have his phone on him, I’ll—”
“Down, tiger. I’ve got a solution.” I rolled carefully to my feet and went into the bathroom where I opened the blind and the window. “Trace!” I called. “Can you come over?”
He appeared within seconds, sounding breathless even to my crappy ears. “You all right?”
“Perfectly. Shoulda said that. We, uh, you want to get dirty with us?”
“Ohh.” I heard him smile. “Give me a second to clean up.” He chuckled. “I really love having my magic back. I’m coming, baby.”
“Not solo, you’re not,” I quipped. “Gonna close the blind again.”
We met in the corridor. Trace was pristine and already stripped to his underwear. When I raised my eyebrows, he said simply, “Didn’t want to waste time.”
“My hero,” Edwin said clearly from the bedroom. “Please, Trace, come on through. You too, James.”
With us all in the bedroom, Edwin patted the bed. I went and sat on my side; Trace hesitated. Edwin sighed, then stood up and drew Trace towards him with a hand behind his neck. When they were nose to nose, he sighed again.
“I will explain, but can we fuck first? I want you, and I need you. Both of you, in any and every way I can have you. Plus, James is extra fucking horny and wants to sink his dick into, uh—” He twisted to grin at me over his shoulder. “—did you say both of us, baby?”
“Not at the same time!” I protested. “I’ve only got the one cock.”
There was a beat of silence before we all laughed and the tension was broken. Trace allowed Edwin to remove his underwear and lay him on the bed. They kissed, slowly and deeply, until all three of us were panting with desire.
Edwin surprised me by disengaging first and sitting up. He smiled down at Trace whose lips were ruddy and bruised looking from the way they’d been going at each other like starving animals.
“Trace, babe. You know how you and me have already fucked?”
Trace nodded, his silvery hair rippling over the pillow as his head moved. “What are you thinking, Eddie?”
“If…if James fucked me first, then I’d be the centre of this triangle, and I’m not sure that’s entirely fair.”
“What are you suggesting?” Trace seemed to be unsure who to look at.
Edwin scooped me up so quickly I gasped, relaxing instantly as he settled me into the gap between his legs. “Obviously, the choice is for James to make. But I wondered if you should have this first with him. I met him first. I kissed him first. I realised I loved him first. I—”
“It’s not a competition,” I broke in. “But it’s a very good thought.” I tilted my gaze downwards. “Trace?”
He swallowed hard. “You know how much I want you,” he admitted. “I’m much too weak to refuse. If you still want to, that is.”
Edwin’s eyes snapped back and forth between us for a moment. I saw when comprehension dawned. “When you said you’d not gone all the way, did you want to, but stop?” The dazzling blue of his irises dimmed a little. “You did, didn’t you?”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“Baby, no. This is— My ego’s just taken a little knock.
Fuck’s sake, I literally suggested the exact same thing.
I have to confess I’m big-headed enough to always want to be everyone’s number one.
” His chuckle was a bit forced, but the way he took Trace’s hand and held it against his heart wasn’t.
“I’m going to watch though, right? You wouldn’t kick me out of the bedroo—”
We shouted him down before he could finish that ridiculous question.
He angled me to face him and took possession of my mouth, my tongue, my damn airway, until I was lightheaded and hornier than I’d dreamed possible.
“You know where everything is, darling. Rock our faerie man’s world.
Forget I’m here.” He climbed off the bed by deliberately rolling over Trace on the way and demonstrating how vampires didn’t need to breathe while they kissed.
He gave his erect cock a tug and settled against the wall in the corner of the room, his eyes now back to the heated sapphire that I knew meant he was turned on and content.
I was highly doubtful I’d forget for a second he was here, but I would concentrate on Trace.
I licked my lips and regarded our prone faerie man as I undid my jeans and let them fall to the floor. “So…”