Wicked Hot, page 15
“Of course, dessert should be on the table.”
My eyes were going to roll back in my head if he kept this up, I decided. Eli lifted me up, and Dal assisted. Between the two of them they seated me on the table, my knees drawn up and my feet flat against the surface. Then they lowered me back. Eli came to stand by my head. Dal stood in front of my open thighs. And I realized I was in for a session of group oral.
Eli proved my guess right by undoing his pants, opening them so that his cock sprang free. I’d have to turn my face to the side to draw him into my mouth, but the height was right.
“How does your dessert look?” Eli asked as he closed his hand around the base of his shaft and guided himself toward my mouth. He drew the head of his cock across my lips, so that answering him meant my mouth moving against that sensitive skin in a soft caress.
“Mouthwatering,” I answered.
“What do you think of yours, Dal?”
Dal put his hands on my inner thighs and pressed out and down until my knees were turned out and lowered to the tabletop, altering the angle of my hips just a little and opening me fully to his view. “Succulent and sweet as a ripe peach.”
He lowered his head and gave my sex a long lick. I opened my mouth and Eli thrust inside.
There was an added dimension to my play with Dal when it included Eli. Or rather, when it was orchestrated and decided by Eli. He was definitely the leader. Knowing that Dal was giving me oral sex and I was to surrender to it because Eli wanted it made him as intimately involved in the act as if he’d been between my legs, too.
In many ways, I thought hazily, Dal was a surrogate or extension for Eli the way I was a surrogate for Dal’s desires. The complexity of our threesome, which extended to the absent Claire, went deeper than physical delights.
It was a practical arrangement for all of us, and a very enjoyable one, but as I lay between the two men with my body linking them, I had the strong sense of ties connecting us in intersecting layers.
Me, bound to Eli. Eli and Dal, sharing the bond of brotherhood. Dal, drawn to me as a solution for his dangerous dilemma. Eli, capitalizing on my presence to prove his control. All of us pushed and pulled by various factors to bring us to this place, this moment shared among the three of us.
I devoted my mouth to Eli’s pleasure, and Dal did the same for me. Giving and taking flowing between the three of us, connecting us all. I felt bound to both of them. Dal’s tongue thrust deep into my inner folds and made heat curl through my abdomen. My lips wrapped around Eli’s shaft, sliding up and down, my tongue dancing over his sensitive skin for added stimulation.
I felt the heightened arousal from the gel that made my body ache to be fully penetrated, fully possessed by them both, a physical echo for another ache I had no words for. The rush of blood and the highly stimulated nerve endings of my anus and my sex hungered for more contact, more touch, more penetration. I squirmed and writhed on the table as the need increased. Dalen’s mouth drawing on my clit made my hips buck wildly. My mouth on Eli’s cock grew frantic.
“Now,” Eli said. He pulled out of my mouth. Dal gave my pussy a last lap with his tongue.
I noticed that I wasn’t feeling overwhelmed by their combined effect yet. They were still clothed, and physical contact had been limited so far. That was probably deliberate, so they could prepare me for full dual penetration without sending me into a heat-drunk coma.
Eli came around to Dal’s side of the table, his pants still open. Dal stepped to the side. Eli gripped my hips and pulled me forward until my butt rested on the edge of the table top. Then he positioned himself between my thighs and looked down at me. “I told you the next cock you had between your legs would be mine.”
I licked my lips and nodded. “You did.”
His hard flesh probed my sex. He thrust forward, and I arched up to meet him, offering myself to him. He continued to press deeper until he’d buried his shaft inside the tight clasp of my pussy. He stayed deep inside me for a minute without moving. Then he withdrew, and I let out a sound of protest.
He spanked my exposed mound, and the protest turned to pleasure. Again he thrust deep inside me. Again he withdrew and spanked my swollen sex, making my hips work in helpless, urgent rhythm as my body begged for more.
He gave me a series of deep, hard thrusts next, then varied his stroke, going slow, fast, deep, shallow, until I was wild with need.
Dal watched us, his heavily aroused state visible through the straining fabric of his pants. When Eli paused with his length buried all the way inside me, Dal leaned over to suck my nipples by turns.
The pressure of his mouth on my breasts made my womb contract. My vaginal walls clenched around Eli’s shaft. He began to thrust harder, so hard my tits bounced from the force of his body ramming into mine. I made inarticulate shrieking sounds. Dal laved my swollen nipples, Eli fucked me with punishing pleasure, and the two of them pushed me over the edge. I came so hard I saw spots.
Eli pulled me into a sitting position, his cock still buried inside me, and gathered me into his arms, stroking my back. Then he withdrew and my sex instantly ached with the need to be filled again.
“Time for a more accommodating surface,” Eli said. To my surprise, he lifted me up in his arms and carried me to his room, Dal following. Eli settled me on the bed, and they undressed in unison. Shirts, removed and tossed aside. Pants, stripped off and discarded. They bracketed me on the bed and turned me onto my side, facing Dal.
“Lift your leg,” Eli said behind me. “Hook your thigh over his.”
I did, and Dal shifted so that his hard penis probed my sex-softened pussy. The contact made me shudder and press closer, trying to gain more of him.
“Like that, do you?” Eli stroked my bare buttocks, then delved between them, searching out my anal opening. “Does Dal’s cock feel good?”
“Yes.” My voice sounded thick with desire.
“Do you want him to slide his cock inside you, fuck you?”
“Yes.” I strained my hips forward, sliding against Dal’s rigid length. I was hollow and aching and I needed to be filled. “Yes, I want Dal to fuck me.”
“Fuck her,” Eli said as he positioned the head of his cock and began to press forward.
Dal altered his angle and thrust into my sensitized sheath. Acting in unison, Eli penetrated my anus and pushed his shaft steadily in, filling me until I was so stretched, so stuffed, I couldn’t breathe. And at the same time I burned for them to move, to thrust. For both of them to take me until I could take no more.
They weren’t gentle, but they didn’t have to be. Eli’s perfumed concoction protected my tissues, lubricated my pussy and my ass, and he really hadn’t been kidding about the aphrodisiac effect. That, combined with their unique effect on me, pretty much turned me into a nymphomaniac.
I felt drunk on sex, on the sheer bliss of physical contact. Dal faced me, one hand playing with my breasts like they were his favorite new toys, his hard length thrusting between my legs, screwing me while I squeezed his dick in the tight clasp of my inner walls. Eli curved behind me, marauder and protector all in one. His strong embrace guarded my back while he plundered my ass with his implacable cock.
They filled me by turns, they filled me with simultaneous thrusts, but over and over, they filled me. They fucked me until I lost count of the number of times they made me come, until I sobbed and pleaded and begged, and when at last they allowed themselves to come, they fucked me until they’d given me every ounce of their cream.
NINETEEN
It was Dal who left, after they finally withdrew from my spent body. He kissed me and I tasted myself on his mouth. I wrapped my leg around his, hugging him to me while he ran his hands over my torso and gave my tits a last squeeze. Then he got off the bed and I was alone with Eli.
I could feel his penis nestled between the rounded cheeks of my buttocks and his long hair sliding over my bare shoulders.
“I told you you should thank him,” I said throatily. I gave my butt a suggestive wiggle against his groin. “If he hadn’t broken me in for you like I asked him to, I couldn’t have taken you like that.”
“I think the job was its own reward,” Eli said. “He doesn’t need to be thanked for the pleasure of giving it to you in the ass. Although if he did, you expressed sufficient gratitude by spreading your legs for him until he’d fucked you into exhaustion.”
I rolled to face him, nuzzling my face into his bare chest, breathing in his scent. “I’d be happy to spread my legs for you until you fucked me into exhaustion.”
“Would you?”
“Mmm.” I squirmed closer, pressing my breasts into his chest. “I’m not feeling sick or passing out. You timed that just right, so you could dual-penetrate me before I had too much exposure to both of you together. Also, you smeared aphrodisiac cream all over my sex parts. I am at your disposal.”
“Then lie back and spread your legs.”
A thrill shot through me at his words. I obeyed without needing the compulsion of being bound to him. I arranged myself in an inviting sprawl. He rolled on top of me and settled between my open thighs.
“Did you like taking me in anally?” Eli asked. He rocked his body into mine, a delicious preliminary.
“Yes. It was very intense and primitive and raw. It made me feel…” I trailed off, not sure I should say more.
“What?” He kissed the line of my jaw.
“Taken,” I mumbled. It was an inadequate word for the emotional and physical reality of having my most vulnerable opening aggressively and sexually claimed by a dominating male. He might have bound me before, but he owned my ass now. It was his, marked, taken. I was his to fuck, his to share, his to command. Not by any magical working, but by force of sheer sexual possession.
“I did take you,” Eli pointed out. “I took your mouth. I took your pussy. I took your hot ass.”
“So did Dal,” I said.
“That doesn’t count. I gave you to him.” Eli rocked into me again and I felt his penis probing at my labia. I rubbed myself against him in blatant invitation and felt deeply grateful for magical cleansing that made interrupting the flow of the action unnecessary.
“That’s what I mean. You took me.” Not that I was complaining.
“And I’m going to take you again.”
I tilted my pelvis to make a cradle for Eli and he settled into it as he thrust deep, filling me with his demanding length once again. I wound my arms and legs around him, urging him on, holding him close, surrendering to his possession.
He fucked me long and hard, ejaculating inside me twice more in violent spurts of spending, finally coming to rest with his penis still buried in my plundered sex as if unwilling to relinquish his physical claim of ownership.
I expected him to be gone when I woke, but I luxuriated in the sensation of being held close, my body still pinned under his and joined with his, while I drifted off to sleep.
I dreamed of fire and smelled sulfur. My dream self went looking for the source, opened a door, and stepped into a familiar room. Nick sat behind his desk as if expecting me. He waved me to a chair.
“No, thanks,” I said to dream Nick. “I’d rather stand.”
“Perhaps because you can’t sit down.” He tossed a file onto the desk and gave me a basilisk stare. “Are you enjoying being their plaything, Edana?”
“Are you criticizing my performance?” I crossed my arms over my ample chest. “I am doing everything under the sun to provoke them into fully surrendering to lust. You just neglected to mention that their species is capable of immense sexual energy without succumbing to lust. They’re even powerful enough to experience lust without being controlled by it. In other words, they can screw a succubus silly while starving her. I can’t help thinking you knew that would happen.”
He made an impatient gesture with his hand as if waving away this insignificant detail. “There’s always some pertinent information missing from your case files. That’s no excuse for failure.”
I gritted my teeth. “I have not failed.”
“You haven’t succeeded, either.”
“I’m trying.”
“Try harder.” He shot flame across the room, hitting me between my navel and the rise of my mound. I clutched at my abdomen, seared with pain, crying out in shock. “Remember who you belong to.”
I woke gasping and curled my body into a defensive ball. My belly twisted and burned and I whimpered at the pain that was no phantom remnant of a nightmare.
Eli stirred behind me. At some point he’d moved off me, but he’d stayed close. My back pressed into his side as I scrunched up tighter. He rolled toward me and curled his body around mine. “What is it?”
“Stomach,” I gasped out. “Hurts.”
“Cramp?” He slid his hand over my belly and I flinched from the contact.
“No.” I started to cry, helpless tears of pain and anger. That was no dream. Nick had hurt me.
“Shhh.” Eli gathered me into his arms, hugging me closer. His warmth enfolded me, soothed me. His nearness was a comfort, all the more precious for being unexpected. I’d been prepared for him to leave me after he’d finished with me. But he’d stayed. “Let me feel.”
I forced myself not to pull away as his large hand searched out the source of agony that twisted my insides. He pressed his palm hard against the spot and it felt like he’d stabbed me. A hot rush of tears spilled down my cheeks, but I made myself hold still for him. He spoke low, an incantation in that ancient language lost to men but still known to angels.
The pain eased by stages until it was gone, but the memory of it stayed. I’d been warned. Nick wouldn’t tolerate my failure, and if my performance didn’t satisfy, I’d be punished again.
“That shouldn’t have happened,” Eli said finally. “I left some opening in our defenses. Dalen’s the better sorcerer, I’ll have him inspect, reinforce…” His voice trailed off and his hand tightened on my belly. “Nothing should be able to harm you here. We’ll find the opening and we’ll close it.”
I shook my head. “Not your fault. Not a weakness in your defenses. He can reach me anywhere.”
“Can he? We’ll see about that.” Eli got out of bed and retrieved his sword. He swirled it in the air, and I saw flashes of light forming lines and markings in the darkness. When he finished, he placed the sword on the bed lengthwise as if to guard me from the front and wrapped himself around me from behind.
“Thank you,” I said. “It won’t work, but it makes me feel better that you tried.” I didn’t much trust that unearthly sword, but I knew its power. So would Nick.
Eli pulled me closer, his arms tightening around me like bands. “What makes you so certain it won’t work?”
“He can reach me anywhere I am, because I belong to him.” My voice sounded as dull and flat as I felt.
“Do you?” Eli’s voice took on a steely edge. “Have I released you?”
I blinked in the darkness. “No.”
“I bound you. I claimed you. I own you. Until I release you, you belong to me.”
I was pretty sure Nick would argue that a preexisting claim took precedence, but I still liked hearing the fierce, possessive tone in Eli’s voice.
He stroked my torso from breast to belly in a knowledgeable caress, overlaying the memory of pain with a touch that gave pleasure. “This is mine,” Eli murmured, running his hand over the round swell of my breast, stroking my nipple. “And this is mine.” He squeezed my waist, smoothed his hand over my hip. “This, too.”
He palmed the naked curve of my butt. “This belongs to me.” He slid his hand over my belly, rubbed the site of injury in a gentle circle, then moved down to take my sex in a possessive hold. “This is mine.” He probed between my legs, drove a finger into my tight, unprepared flesh. My unready state magnified the sensation of being penetrated and claimed by him.
“Who owns you?” Eli’s voice was a rough challenge in the night.
“You do.” I raised one knee to open myself to him, acquiescing to the demand of his hand.
He drove a second finger into me, hard. “That’s right. Me. I own you.”
My body was already softening for him, responding to his claim, accepting the invasion of his fingers. Eli’s hand between my legs gentled, his fingers stroking instead of spearing inside me, then withdrawing to caress my outer labia, petting and soothing the tender flesh. “Mine.” He breathed the word against my ear.
“Yours,” I agreed.
His strength made me feel safe. Even if that sense of safety was an illusion, it was a comforting one. I relaxed in his protective hold and slid into a dreamless sleep with his hand still cupped between my legs.
* * *
The warmth of sunlight on my face woke me. It was a much nicer sensation than searing flame across my abdomen. I blinked my eyes open and saw the indentation on the bed where the sword’s weight had rested. It was gone now, and I wondered where it went when it wasn’t in use. Into a dimensional fold?
I knew without looking that Eli was also gone. I was becoming very attuned to his absence. When Eli was near, I could feel his pull. Sort of like the moon and the tides. When he was gone, it was like a vacuum.
Stockholm syndrome, for sure. Or possibly sex addiction. Codependency. Whatever it was, it wasn’t right. I was a demon. He was the sworn enemy of demonkind, upholding the balance and wielding the sword of justice. I shouldn’t lose sight of that just because he liked to wield a fleshly sword between my legs and a few other choice places.
He parked you in the void, I reminded myself. He made you wash dishes.
He’d also utterly delighted my body, ravished me with awesome thoroughness and creativity, given me the blissful experience of taking two men at once in varied combinations. I was a creature of desire who had never known satisfaction, and now I was getting it in spades.
In other words, Eli had found my vulnerability, and he was exploiting it to the max. If this went on much longer, I might become too sex-drunk to even protest when he decided to banish me because he no longer needed me.
