Castle Coeds 10, page 16
Chapter 11
The lights from the giant signs across the street pooled into our room and flickered on Gwen’s pale skin. Her brown eyes seemed to burn like the fires outside, and she licked her lips like a ravenous lioness.
My gaze darted around her face as I tried to take in all of her and etch her features into my brain. Her wavy, chestnut-brown hair framed her heart-shaped face and made her look almost like a porcelain doll. Her cheeks were rosy from the aroused flush that had crept up the curve of her neck.
Her breasts rose and fell in even breaths, and I couldn’t help but notice that her nipples were poking the thin material as if they were trying to break free.
She sauntered over to me, and each of her steps was taken with deliberate slowness. Gwen placed a delicate hand on my chest, and the heat of her fingertips seeped through the fabric of my T-shirt. Goosebumps rose at her touch, and a sweet shiver rolled down my spine.
I followed her unsaid directions and backed up toward the window on the opposite side of the room. I leaned against the ledge and shivered at the cool glass against my back. The sensation was almost jarring compared to the warmth of the room.
Gwen’s smile was like a feline’s as my knees instinctively inched apart to let her in. She stepped between my legs and draped her slender arms around my shoulders, and my hands slid over her narrow waist.
The reddish-orange glow pulsed on her face, and the strong urge to caress her overwhelmed me. I reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and cup the side of her face.
She closed her eyes and leaned into my touch with a soft sigh and a faint smile. Her cheek was warm and smooth, and I absentmindedly made circular motions with my thumb.
Gwen was so easy to touch. Being near her instantly soothed my nerves and calmed my worries.
My hand glided over her jaw and down the curve of her neck. Her head lolled back as I dug my fingers into her hair at her nape and gently pulled and massaged the base of her head.
Gwen’s lips parted, and her eyelids fluttered as if she were in the middle of a dream.
I kneaded my way up and down, and with each stroke, Gwen let out a soft hum that sounded closer to a purr. The noise made my dick strain against my jeans, and I suppressed a groan of pleasure.
Everything about Gwen was so perfect, it was criminal.
The willowy brunette swayed on the balls of her feet as if she was lost in a trance, and I had to hold her in place with my other hand on her hip to keep her steady.
“Your touch…” she said in a soft voice. “It feels so nice.”
I doubted it was as nice as she was. I was hooked on how soft and warm she was under my touch and how her muscles subtly twitched under my fingertips. Her dreamy voice had taken on a sultry quality that could drive me mad with lust.
She had a sweet scent of cinnamon and vanilla as if she’d spent hours baking, and it made my mouth water for her. I wanted to devour her whole and make her feel just as good as she was making me.
I tightened my grip on her nape and pulled her toward me. I claimed her lips like they were uncharted land, and she sighed against my touch and opened her mouth for me. Our tongues swirled around each other with teasing strokes. Each one sparked tantalizing currents that ran up and down my body and made me weak in the knees.
She leaned into me, and her fingers scrunched the material of my T-shirt. My heart was hammering against her closed fist, and I was sure each beat echoed her name. Gwen had such a pull on me, she was even making me cheesy.
With a firm hold on her nape and waist, I suddenly spun her in place to press her back against my chest. She let out a soft gasp of surprise as I pinned her against the window. She arched her back and tilted her perky ass, and my cock buzzed at the firmness of her butt against my crotch.
“Isaac,” she gasped.
I could hear the smile on her lips, and it ignited a storm of fire in my lower abdomen. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and delicately held her by the neck, and my other hand slid over the curve of her hip.
She was perfect.
Gwen had both hands splayed out on the glass, and the warm lights from the signs bathed her in a dewy hue. The shadows that danced on her face were heavily contrasted with the light, and it almost made her look like a moon goddess.
I kissed her jaw before traveling down to the sensitive skin of her collar, and she hummed with pleasure. My other hand traced her hip and wandered over her flat stomach to her waistband. Gwen moaned, and her ass shimmied over my dick and sent electric currents up my spine.
My head buzzed with prickly magic that blurred my vision and turned my mind into mush. All I could think about was Gwen and how her body reacted to my touch. Every press of my fingers seemed to ignite something in her, and she whimpered and squirmed against me.
I unfastened her jeans and dipped my hand into the rough fabric.
“Mmm.” Gwen’s head lolled forward, and her fingertips pressed against the windowpane.
I nibbled at the curve of her delicate neck between soft kisses while I moved my hand further down to cup her hot pussy. Her panties were already damp, and I slipped inside the lacy band with eagerness.
Gwen was practically pooling in my palm, and I had to hold back from ripping her clothes off to take her right there.
I gently rubbed her clit, and with each circular stroke, Gwen’s breath hitched in her throat. I glided my middle and ring fingers over her sleek slit and was thrilled at how wet she already was.
I drove my fingers inside her tight pussy, and she practically threw herself back on my chest with a guttural moan. Her head rested on my shoulder, and her brows curved in an expression of blissful torture.
Her chest rose and fell with each raspy breath she took, and my eyes zeroed in on her perky tits. Gwen’s shirt was a deep magenta color that suited her fair complexion, and it looked painted onto her. Her nipples taunted me as they pricked through the thin fabric.
I moved the hand that cupped her neck lower, and her heart hammered against my palm. The rhythm was rapid as if there was a chorus living behind her ribcage. I glided my hand down to the hem of her shirt and slipped it inside. She was warm, and goosebumps rose on her skin as I drifted up to cup one of her tits.
She fit perfectly in my hand, and I tenderly squeezed the soft tissue as I pinched her hardened nipple between two fingers. Gwen’s lips parted in a silent plea, and I couldn’t look away from her beautiful features.
My fingers inside her panties were soaked with her juices as I hooked them and sped up my thrusts.
Gwen groaned as if the pleasure was too intense to contain, and I grinned at her writhing body.
She was exquisite.
“Isaac…” she moaned, and she pressed her head harder against my shoulder. “Yes…”
She hummed under her breath, and her hips swayed against my hand at the same rhythm that my fingers were pumping.
“Yes,” she whined. “Yes, yes, yes!”
I could sense her climax building up inside of her, and it thrilled me to be the cause of her blissful explosion. I wanted her to melt into me from the sweet release.
Gwen’s body shook against me, and she burst into a cry of pleasure that I imagined would have rattled the glass signs above the buildings outside. After several intense seconds, she collapsed in my arms like putty, and I slipped my fingers out of her with satisfaction.
I sucked the sweet juices off of my fingers before pinching her chin to tilt her head toward me. She wore a dreamy expression as if she were lost between consciousness and awareness, and I kissed the pleasant smile on her plush lips to share her taste.
Gwen sighed when I pulled away, and her eyelids fluttered open.
“You have magic fingers,” she said with a tired chuckle.
Her voice was like honey, and it seemed like it was dripping inside my bones and fueling the fires inside.
“You’re one to speak,” I said as I helped her to an upright position.
She was wobbly on her legs, and she gripped my arm for support. The sleepiness in Gwen’s face dissipated like she was slowly waking from a long slumber, and a devilish smile curved her mouth.
It sent a spark up to my chest, and my magic in my core danced with agitation. My cock threatened to burst out of its confines, and my fingers twitched to touch her again.
Right as I was about to succumb to my temptations and pounce on the willowy brunette, there was a knock on the bedroom door that startled me. The door opened a crack before I could ask who it was, and Andamora popped her head in.
Her curls bounced around her face, and a coiling strand fell over her almond-shaped eyes. Her hazel gaze darted between Gwen and me, and the green flecks seemed to burn like the center of a flame.
“I hope I am not intruding,” Andamora said, and there was a hint of anticipation in her sing-song voice. “Or maybe I do…”
The Castilan woman licked her full lips and nudged the door a little wider.
“Not at all,” Gwen said, and her dreamy tone dripped with honey. “I was just about to treat Isaac… would you like to join us?”
A sly smile slipped over Andamora’s striking features, and she nodded with eagerness. She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.
“I am all yours,” she said, and her melodic tone was husky with lust.
“Perfect.” Gwen grinned and reached her hand out for Andamora to take.
I was still holding Gwen by her waist, and her free arm was draped loosely around my neck. The Castilan advisor crossed the room and took the hand offered to her. Gwen pulled the other woman in, and the two collided next to me and instantly fused in a heated kiss.
Gwen’s fingers dug into my shoulder, and my dick pressed against her hip with taunting frustration. The willowy brunette combed her long fingers into Andamora’s mane and pulled the Castilan woman closer. Their tongues slipped into each other’s mouths at a languid pace, but their hands moved with impatience.
Andamora’s fingers explored Gwen’s hips and waist before landing on her tits. Meanwhile, the willowy brunette cupped Andamora’s plump ass and squeezed. It made the Castilan woman sigh and melt into the other’s touch.
It was both exhilarating and torturous to be half-sandwiched between the two, and desire coiled tighter in the pit of my stomach with each of their languid kisses.
Gwen tilted her head to the side and gazed at me with big brown eyes. She lifted her brows in a silent invitation before she pressed her fingers into my shoulder to direct me forward.
I plucked each of the women’s lips in a three-way dance, and each stroke of their tongues sent fire rippling under my skin. I was thrilled that Gwen seemed to be taking charge, and the willowy brunette broke our kiss to suck at the sensitive skin of my neck.
Gwen quickly unbuckled my belt and whipped it out of its loops before unfastening my jeans. My cock sprang out like a sword in battle, and Gwen sheathed it with her warm hand.
I let out a soft groan against Andamora’s lips, and the Castilan woman giggled and gently bit my lower lip. My brain tingled with static electricity that filled my vision as my senses heightened.
Gwen glided her hand up and down my shaft with a firm grip that she gently twisted around my head. Each stroke was meticulous and tauntingly slow, and it filled me with sizzling lust that threatened to burst out of my skin.
“Bed,” Gwen said in a demanding tone.
She could order me around forever, and I wouldn’t mind. I was hers to do with as she pleased, and that made me a happy man.
I let Andamora nudge me backward until my calves hit the mattress. I plopped onto the bed and watched the two women speak in hushed voices.
They looked like they were plotting, but whatever it was, it was no threat to me. All I wanted was whatever they were concocting.
Andamora grinned and winked at Gwen, and the willowy brunette went straight to work on the Castilan woman’s high-waisted, green pants. I watched with rapt attention as the two of them undressed each other until they were completely naked.
They contrasted each other beautifully.
They were a couple of inches apart in height, and Andamora was curvier than Gwen’s slender frame. Andamora’s chocolate-brown curls were a voluminous mane that bounced over her shoulders and tits, and Gwen’s long waves were subtler and darker. Gwen had smooth, pale skin that was the polar opposite of Andamora’s tanned, olive-toned complexion. Gwen was all legs, with perky tits and a narrow waist, while Andamora had prominent curves and breasts.
I licked my lips at the sight of the two women staring at me with equal amounts of hunger in their eyes.
I let Andamora push me onto the pillows, and she mounted me like she was entering a rodeo. Gwen climbed onto the bed, pushed the pillow out of the way, and knelt above my head. Her hands rested on my shoulders, and she seemed to settle in to watch a show.
Andamora straddled my lap, and my pulsing cock grazed her hot pussy. The sensation of her juices against my sensitive head zapped me like tiny lightning bolts, and my limbs quivered with the intensity of the pleasure.
Without any further warning, Andamora impaled herself down on my cock in one fell swoop. I let out a growl of lust through gritted teeth and gripped her thick thighs.
“Fuck,” I moaned.
Andamora’s tight pussy was hot and wet, and each time she landed on my lap, stars exploded in my vision.
Gwen traced circular paths over my chest that brought out a trail of goosebumps, and I tilted my head back to look up at her. Her arms pressed her perky tits together, and her pink nipples were tight. Her hips were swaying to the rhythm of Andamora’s bobs, but her dark eyes were on mine.
I lifted my hands up to hook under Gwen’s knees and nudged her forward. The willowy brunette shuffled over and planted her knees on either side of my head.
Her pink pussy was radiating, and I was suddenly parched. I eagerly pulled her down to my parted lips, and I lapped at her juices like I hadn’t drunk anything in weeks.
I sucked on Gwen’s clit, and she moaned over me. Her weight shifted, and she pressed her hand on my chest to brace herself as she leaned forward.
Andamora gasped, and my cock buzzed from the sensation of her pussy and the knowledge that they were continuing their makeout session while riding me at both ends.
The combination of Andamora’s rapid thrusts and the sound of the two women enjoying each other was yanking me closer to the edge. Gwen’s legs shook around my head, and I held onto her to prevent her from collapsing.
Andamora’s thighs were also quivering as a wave of orgasm seemed to threaten to crash into her, too.
I felt like I was unraveling at the seams, and I was losing all sense of self. My soul hummed from the intense pleasure and seemed to lift outside of my body with each of Andamora’s delicious pumps.
Gwen ground herself down on my tongue, and my senses were heightened from the blindness. The women’s hums and moans were muffled under the willowy brunette’s slender figure, and they sent a prickly sensation cascading down my body.
Everything seemed to be shaking around me, or maybe I was the one convulsing. Stars exploded behind my closed eyelids as I slipped my tongue inside of Gwen and slurped her juices.
I must have made it to Olympus because she tasted just as I imagined their nectar would.
My climax was nearing, and I pushed my hips off the mattress to plunge even deeper into Andamora. The Castilan woman let out short, tantalizing pants as I pumped up into her.
Andamora and Gwen exploded in a chorus of cries just as my own orgasm barreled into me at full force. I spilled my seed deep inside Andamora, and I growled like a wild beast.
My limbs went limp with satisfaction, and the two women sighed and flopped onto the mattress on either side of me. Gwen and Andamora draped their arms and legs over my torso and lap, and their limbs tangled together like vines.
I fell asleep to their hearts beating against my chest and the soft sound of their breathing. When I woke up in the morning, it was like I was still high from our shared pleasure. I blinked in a daze and scanned the brightly-lit room in confusion.
For a blissful moment, they’d made me forget about all my worries and even where we were.
Once reality settled in, I stretched and got ready for the day. The streets were bustling with merchants and locals, and the glass signs on the buildings had been extinguished.
We met Tevai in Taberna Castora at the corner of the street for breakfast before returning to our horses across town and riding out of the city. We assured Bastian we’d visit him once we’d removed the emperor from his throne, and the man grinned and waved us goodbye with vigor.
We were about a day away from the Shanukstani warriors and would probably arrive in Armedus in the late afternoon instead of morning. It thankfully didn’t change our plans too much, considering we were to leave the following morning.
It was a bit hard to wrap my mind around the fact that our months of planning and scheming were finally coming to an end. Who would’ve thought repairing ACs in a college dorm would lead to becoming a lord who’d save a kingdom?
Not me.
The forest cleared out, and the path cut across lush fields that stretched out to the horizon on either side of us. The grass was tinted yellow, and it swayed in the sea-salted breeze.
To our left, a hill materialized on the horizon like a mirage, and after staring at its unusually flat top, I realized it was a castle. It must have been really big to be visible from so far away.
“What’s that?” I asked and pointed into the distance.
Andamora didn’t even glance over to check what it was.
“It’s Evira, King Lavino’s home,” the Castilan woman said. “It’s a beautiful city with stunning views.”
“Wow,” Gwen gushed. “His palace is huge!”
“It’s built on a high plateau,” Andamora giggled. “It’s an illusion, but it also discourages anyone from invading.”
“That makes sense,” I said with a pensive nod.
I liked the idea of a home on high ground to have better views of the land, but I couldn’t imagine Castle Woodhouse being so out of reach from the Shanukstani tribe. I liked that they were able to visit if they needed to, and it was leveled to show that we weren’t above anyone. That was an important message for me.
