“Good. Because you look so fucking beautiful.” Quoth sighed as he pressed his lips against my skin.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Imoaned as Quoth’s lips touched my skin, my body shivering all over – from nerves, from fear, from desire.
Quoth’s lips remained against that one spot, heat from his kiss spreading right through my skin. The bed creaked again, and I knew Morrie now stood in front of me. I gasped as he cupped my breasts in his hands, teasing the nipples with his fingers – the tips still cold from handling the ice.
The only parts of them that touched me were Morrie’s fingers and Quoth’s lips. And yet, my body responded. Every sense kicked into overdrive. Their scents mingled in the air around me – Morrie’s zesty grapefruit and vanilla, Quoth’s crisp air and sunshine and fresh-cut grass. I wet my lips with my tongue, longing to taste one of them,bothof them. The air shifted around me as they moved on the bed, their bodies close, so close, but untouchable. Oh, how I itched to touch. Electric currents leapt from their skin and crackled against mine, drawing them closer, closer…
Quoth moved his lips in feathery kisses along my collarbone. His fingers twined in my hair as he kissed down my spine and over my shoulders, each touch standing my hairs on end. I leaned back into the cuffs, testing my weight against them, trying to press myself against Quoth’s body. But he stayed just out of reach.
“She’s keen,” Morrie chuckled. His hands skimmed my sides, teasing my thighs, circling between my legs, so close to where all my aches converged, but never touching, never giving me what I wanted.
“Please…” I murmured.
“Since you asked so nicely…” Morrie surged forward. One hand cupped my cheek, his tongue plunging between my lips. His other hand dived between my legs, battering against my clit. I reeled under his sudden force, and my back slammed against Quoth. I moaned as he wrapped his body around me, enveloping me in his protective warmth.
The two of them pinned me in place, exactly where I wanted to be. Four hands caressed my body, exploring every part of me, circling my breasts, rolling and pinching my nipples, stroking and rubbing my clit. I lost myself in the sensations of it, giving up on the need to know who was who and what they were doing, and reveled in the hedonism of being worshipped by the two of them.
Under their relentless caresses, I was gone. The ache inside me became a roaring fire, an inferno, that swept through my veins and swallowed me whole. I bellowed into Morrie’s lips as I came.
Blue light exploded across the darkness. My legs collapsed from under me. The handcuffs scraped my wrists as they caught my weight.
“Oh, no, gorgeous. We’re not done with you yet.” Morrie whispered something to Quoth. I strained to hear what they were planning. But then their hands were on me again, touching and diving and caressing.
The bed creaked as someone knelt on the edge. Two hands wrapped around my thighs, swinging me forward. A tongue slid down me, parting my lips, lapping at me.Morrie.That has to be Morrie with his cool, controlled rhythm…
Behind me, a condom wrapper crunched. A finger touched my cheek, light as a feather, turning my head to the side. Quoth’s lips brushed mine, soft, cautious. I parted them with my own, slipping my tongue over his, drawing him closer, deeper.
“Mina,” he whispered, his voice choked with need. “Do you want me?”
“I wanted you from the moment I saw you,” I whispered back.
Quoth moaned, folding his body against my back. His cock pressed between my legs, hard and ready. I spread my thighs wider. He slid in.
Oh, yes.
Quoth felt so good, so perfect, filling me completely. He sighed against my lips as he moved slowly, drawing himself out and thrusting in again. And all the while Morrie’s strong hands gripped my legs, his tongue lapping at me.
This is… I can’t…
The intensity of it blew me away. I came again, howling against Quoth’s lips as my body lost control. Morrie’s grip and Quoth’s cock held me upright. Quoth’s nails dug into my thighs as he rode through my orgasm, moaning as my walls closed around his cock.
They didn’t stop. My clit hummed with fire as Morrie continued his relentless rhythm. Quoth thrust inside me, burying himself so deep, and this time I screamed as another orgasm slammed into me. Bright stars of blue and purple light exploded across my eyes.
Wow. Okay… wow…
I faded into a wobbling mess of nerve endings, coming again as Quoth buried his teeth into my shoulder. Pain surged from the bite as his muscles tightened and his cock twitched and he came.
“My turn,” Morrie cried happily.
“I can’t…” I gasped.
“Sure you can.” Quoth’s body fell back. Morrie slid behind me and rolled on a condom. Quoth must’ve positioned himself in front of me, because his body pressed against my chest and his lips sought mine.
Morrie parted my legs again and pushed his way inside me. My body tightened and ached, adjusting to his size. While Morrie thrust with his regular, controlled rhythm, Quoth kissed me, his tongue fluttering against mine, his lips releasing all the things he couldn’t say to me. His soul he did outpour in a kiss that stole my breath and broke my heart at the same time.
Everything about this moment was so perfect. Quoth released his hopes into me as Morrie released all his desire for control. Morrie’s body tensed, and his teeth scraped along the same spot on my shoulder as he too came, in that one nanosecond where he allowed his own chaos to reign.
