“How do you feel, gorgeous?” Morrie’s breath caressed my earlobe.
“I feel fucking amazing now that I’m out of the dress,” I whispered back, my words fading into a moan as Quoth’s lips took my other nipple.
“You’re not the only one desperate to get out of these ridiculous clothes,” Heathcliff muttered. After some considerable fumbling and cursing, both Heathcliff and Morrie tossed their topcoats and breeches on the floor, and Quoth rid himself of his silk boxers. I lay back on the pillow. Heathcliff leaned over me, his mouth claiming mine in one of his breathless, passionate kisses. Morrie’s hands snaked up my bare legs, kissing a trail of fire along the inside of my thighs.
“Let’s give those Jane Austen erotica writers downstairs some inspiration,” he murmured as he plunged his face between my legs.
Stoked by what Morrie had done to me at the dinner table, my clit hummed and throbbed beneath Morrie’s lips. Each slight touch from him sent a new shudder of delight through me. I moaned against Heathcliff’s relentless lips as Morrie drove me close to the edge.
Quoth sat back, his legs crossed, his eyes locked with mine. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, the words catching in his throat.
I reached out to Quoth and took his hand in mine, placing it on my breast, above my heart. Morrie plunged his tongue inside me, teasing the ache that begged for more, before he battered against my desperate, throbbing clit. I squeezed Quoth’s fingers as an orgasm shuddered through me.
My back arched. My core exploded with warm shivers that spread down my limbs to touch my fingers and toes. The world blurred and blackened, and a streak of bright blue neon color arced across my vision. My own personal fireworks display, courtesy of my men.
As quickly as the blue light appeared, it flicked off, and I could see again. Morrie sat back, flashing me with his wicked grin. Heathcliff continued to kiss me, as though no one else was in the room. Quoth just watched, his eyes ablaze with things he desperately wanted to say and do.
I wish… I wish he could feel as free around Morrie and Heathcliff as he does when it’s just the two of us… maybe there’s some way I can draw the real Quoth to the surface…
When I’d recovered enough to move again, I flopped forward and wrapped my arms around Quoth’s shoulders, pulling him down with me. I leaned him against the pillows, meeting his lips with mine, tangling my hands in his luxurious hair as we fed on each other.
When Quoth kissed me, a well of emotion bubbled up in my stomach, rising through my chest to flow through my mouth, along my tongue. I fed him all the dark thoughts that hid inside me, and he gave me his. I tasted him – not his physical self but his soul. All the emotion he usually poured into his artwork flowed into me – dark and broken and terrifying. But I wasn’t afraid of him. How could I be, when he cared so much and so deeply?
This was Quoth, my caged bird, slowly, slowly learning to be free.
I knelt back on my knees and wrapped my hands around his shaft. Quoth’s lips parted. His black lashes tangled together as he watched me through heavy-lidded eyes. I leaned forward and took Quoth into my mouth, tasting the sweetness of him, running my tongue around the tip of his cock. He sighed, the sound so full of bliss it cracked my heart.
I kept my eyes locked on his, demanding he watch me, knowing that he knew I watched him take his pleasure in me. I wanted Quoth to know that I would find a way to make him as happy as he made me. That he was worth caring about.
Rocking back and forth on my feet, I took more of Quoth inside me, relishing the stretch of my lips around him, the way his cock strained and jerked against my tongue. He tasted amazing, like wind and butter, like the softness of falling into a pile of autumn leaves.
“Mina,” Quoth’s voice shuddered. His hands clawed at the sheets. I moved with the same sedate pace Morrie adopted, drawing Quoth deep into my throat before releasing him in a long, slow stroke. Each time his cock slid inside my mouth, I imagined myself drawing all his darkness inside me, leaving him only with the bright, shining light of his heart.
Warm hands stroked my bare legs.Heathcliff. I recognized his unrestrained touch, the way he clung to me as though I was the only thing holding him upright. A condom wrapper tore, and then Heathcliff wrapped an arm around my chest, and his cock rubbed between my legs, seeking the entrance.
“Yes,” Morrie said, from somewhere to the right. “This is hot.”
“Wait your turn,” Heathcliff growled, his deep voice reverberating through my whole body. As I took Quoth in, I shifted my legs further apart to give Heathcliff better access. My whole body ached with need of him, of them.
Heathcliff held my torso rigid and entered me in a single deep stroke. I gasped against Quoth’s cock as my body accepted him.
I had two of them inside me.
Wow.
This is glorious.
With an animalistic growl, Heathcliff moved, drawing himself out and plunging deep again, tearing my body and heart open in all the best ways. His darkness twisted through mine, finding a melancholy partner in Quoth and in me. I was cracking them open, exposing the hidden things they didn’t want anyone else to see. But I saw them, because they reflected my own fears and my own strength back on me.
Quoth’s hand on my shoulder steadied me, and the orange fire in his eyes burned through every regret I’d ever had, turning them all to ashes. Heathcliff’s body on mine was hot, slick, drenched with sweat and pain and instinct. Unlike Morrie, he relished his lack of control, giving himself over completely to the animal side of him, to the dark aspects that made some call him a brute, a cruel and twisted thing.
But not me. I called him only Heathcliff.
I called him myself.
“I don’t mean to break up the party,” Morrie pouted. “But I’d like to point out that one of us is feeling a little left out.”
“She’s got one mouth and one cunt, and we’re currently occupying both of them,” Heathcliff growled. “Unless you have another suggestion, wait your turn.”
