“Nyx,” I gasped.
He just grunted as our mate clung to me and shuddered, once again demandingmore!
“I know, I’m trying,” I panted as I managed to catch hold of Nyx’s hair, yanking hard, which just made Nyx growl and change his pace to shorter, sharper thrusts.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Kekoa cried.
It wasn’t what I’d been going for, but it sure as hell felt like it was working because Kekoa started trembling, their grip on me growing more punishing as their kisses grew out of control. My fingers were still snarled in Nyx’s hair as they came within moments of each other while I was still hard as hell and desperate to claim some part of Kekoa’s body for my own.
Unfortunately, Nyx collapsing half on top of me while Kekoa clutched me close meant I was the filling in an exhausted mate sandwich and not in the best of ways. Having one arm was a disadvantage on the best of days, but when one of my mates weighed over two hundred pounds of solid muscle and was dead weight to boot, it meant utter defeat. All I could do was easemy fingers out of Nyx’s hair and nudge his shoulder, not that it prompted him to do more than moan.
Oh no, moaning was not what I wanted to hear, even an exhausted one, because all it did was make my cock throb.
“You both suck,” I grumbled.
When Kekoa shifted his hips slightly, causing his hip to rub against my cock, I groaned in utter frustration. Gasping, I felt Nyx’s hand slide over my ass and squeeze lightly, fingers ghosting over the crease of my ass. At this point, I was beyond caring if I was going to fuck or be fucked; I just wanted to get off like they had.
“I can, but you’ll have to turn over,” Kekoa muttered.
“Can’t move with the heaviest sea turtle in the universe sprawled on me,” I grumbled as Nyx’s finger grazed my crease again. “Not helping.”
“The help department is closed right now,” Nyx mumbled. “If you’d like to leave your name, number, and a brief message detailing the nature of your call, I’ll get back to you at my earliest possible convenience.”
“Which will be never because you never check your voicemail!” I snapped.
“There could be some truth to that,” he replied, trying and failing to sit up, which just meant I had a moment to draw in a full breath before I was somewhat squished again.
“This is truly getting sad,” I sighed and pressed my forehead against Kekoa’s as they giggled.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I asked them, well aware of how huffy I sounded.
“Him inadvertently tormenting you is kind of amusing,” they admitted.
“You know you suck, don’t you?” I complained.
“I said I would if you’d roll over and climb further up me.”
“Which I’d do if our mate wasn’t so damned heavy.”
“Kind of your own fault, isn’t it?” They shot back, giggling again. “Since you do all the cooking. Isn’t that what you told me?”
“Only because two kitchen fires in six months were excessive enough to get him banned from using the stove,” I replied, sighing as my cock finally began to soften, our conversation helping clear the fog of lust from my brain while leaving me with a serious case of blue balls in the process. “They weren’t small fires either. The wall behind the stove has had to be replaced twice because of him.”
“Damn, that’s almost as bad as the time I tried to make homemade chicken tenders and nearly burned down my first apartment,” Kekoa said.
“Please tell me your cooking skills have improved since then.” I groaned.
“Umm, does only scorching a counter and a few minor grease fires count?”
Sighing, I thunked my forehead against their chest. “You know what? You can consider yourself banned from the oven too.”
More giggling; apparently they thought that was the funniest thing in the world while I sat there trying to sort out what I might have done in a previous life for the fates to have blessed me with two mates who couldn’t cook.
“Fair,” they said as I raised my head to gaze down into their prismatic emerald eyes.
Sunlight made them shimmer, bringing out the faint purple lines embedded in them. Interesting, it seemed like hair wasn’t the only way a jellyfish’s colors were displayed. I kissed the tip of their nose and brushed the hair back from their forehead, longing to see what it looked like with that flat shade of brown stripped away.
“We’ve got an awesome seven-function Ninja machine that does everything,” Nyx said, interrupting the moment. “I’m at least allowed to touch that. All I have to do is set it right, and everything comes out perfectly.”
