“You can touch me, Folami,” Lex husked, breathwhooshingthrough his teeth as I grasped him firmly. His shaft was just as warm, just as perfectly smooth as it looked, and I pushed up to my elbow to taste him.
My tongue snaked out, flicking over his head and pulling a groan from deep within his chest.
“What is she doing, my Mage?” Ilyas commanded, his voice gravely with desire.
“Licking me, tasting me. Using her hand and tongue,” he said, breath hitching as I took him into my mouth. Slowly, I pushed down until he was nearly encased fully before retreating once more, trailing my tongue up his shaft as I went.
Lex groaned, chin falling to his heaving chest.
“Did she take you into her perfect mouth?” Ilyas goaded, the slick sounds of his hand on his erection matching the obscene noises coming from me as I took Lex into my mouth once more. “Cup his balls. Play with them,” Ilyas commanded.
Instantly, I obeyed, my free hand snaking out to pull on his testicles, nails lightly scratching the sensitive skin as I lay down once more. Lex took over while I adjusted my position on the bed, his hips fucking lightly into my mouth.
Once this was done and my hindbrain was no longer in control of my actions, I was certain I’d be horrified by the way I so easily gave up control, so willingly let Lex and Ilyas command my body.
But those thoughts were far from my mind.
All that possessed me was pleasure—theirs and mine. The idea of joining our bodies together, joining Lex’s and my soul, was an aphrodisiac in and of itself.
I hummed around his length as he jerkily thrust into my mouth, the tip of his cock occasionally striking the back of my throat.
“That’s enough,” Ilyas called. Lex’s motions stilled immediately, his erection pressed halfway down my throat. I gagged, spit escaping the corners of my mouth and tears welling in my eyes as he withdrew, allowing me to breathe once more.
A wicked smile painted Lex’s face, desire glinting in his chocolate irises as he moved to the bed, exposing Ilyas once more.
My eyes quickly shot to the other Vessel, surprised to see a mask of cool confidence and his hand resting on his thigh rather than gripping his erection.
“Make her come, Lex. Then fuck her.”
His crude words sent ripples of heat down my skin, exposing my nerve endings and standing my hair on end.
“Gladly,” Lex murmured, already lowering his head to the apex of my thighs.
“Eyes on me,ayaba,” Ilyas barked as my eyelids drifted shut with the first swipe of Lex’s tongue.
I pulled them open with an incredible effort, focusing my hazy gaze on the dominant man in the shadows.
My breath came in quick pants, small moans breaking free, as Lex ate me like a man starved. His tongue alternated between erratic patterns directly on my clit before moving lower, pressing against each of my entrances with fervor.
It was hot and messy, my skin heated and sweaty with insatiable desire only deepened by the carnal lust glinting in Ilyas’ steadfast gaze.
Never once did he pull his eyes from mine, and I obeyed his every word.
“You’re getting close,” Ilyas remarked, and I nodded fervently, pulling desperately on Lex’s hair to urge him closer to my center, to the place I needed his tongue the most.
“Lex, suck her clit and push two fingers inside her. She’sgoing to come.”
A slave to Ilyas’ demands, Lex breached my entrance with two thick fingers, immediately finding that forbidden spot deep inside and pressing hard while pulling my clit into his mouth. He suckled it, swirling his tongue around my bundle of nerves, and I came with a shout, eyes locked on Ilyas.
Breathing heavily, skin buzzing with my orgasm, I released Lex’s hair as he pulled away, lips glistening with my release. With a feral grin, Lex lined himself up with my entrance and pushed inside, squeezing past resistance to both his size and from my orgasm.
I hissed at the stretch and burn, both men stilling at the sound.
Lex paused, cock twitching inside, as I willed my muscles to relax. A softness returned to his features as he stroked my cheek, thumb resting on my lips.
“Are you okay? Is this okay?” he asked fervently, desperately searching my face to ensure he hadn’t hurt me.
My heart ached; for him, for me. For the trauma we both survived.
