Or pleasure.
I can’t even tell anymore.
“Touch her,” Bastian snaps. “Make her come.”
Kai fumbles between our bodies. With my hips lifted for Bastian, it’s easy for him to shove a hand between my legs and work my clit. I stare down at him, hair in sweat-curled ringlets around my head as Bastian pounds into me. As Kai rubs my clit, a frantic glow in his eyes.
When my orgasm hits, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. It’s not hard and fast like it usually is—a quick swell, then a tender, lingering release.
This time I’m shot into the air, and I just keep ascending.
I gasp.
Yell, “Fuck!”
But Bastian just keeps thrusting into me, his hips slamming against my ass, sending tremors through my entire body, making my collar’s chain rattle.
I keep climbing.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I groan, pushing myself up, grinding back into him, and that changes the angle, and that changes everything.
Bastian pulls me up the rest of the way, hand locking around my throat, his teeth on my ear, tugging, hips not once relenting.
I’ve lost sight of Kai, but his lips touch me a moment later.
On my fucking clit.
And I spread my legs like a shameless whore, because I’m still climbing, and I can see the top. I’m almost there.
“See this, boy? This is how a real man fucks.”
Bastian turns my head and forces me to kiss him. A second later, he pounds into me, and then stops, buried deep. Draws out. Slams back in again.
Then once,hard, so hard I shout against his mouth.
Again.
And a final time.
He erupts inside me. Emptying as he grinds his hips into my ass, groaning.
And, fuck, I’m still climbing. My body shudders and shakes, and then he’s pulling out, his hand still on my throat, on my belly.
“Get under her.”
I’m suspended on a high wire, my body electrified as I wait to drop. The whole room wobbles, and I clutch onto Bastian because I’m going to fall and die.
Then Kai’s head is under me, between my legs, and Bastian pushes me down. Kai’s mouth closes over my tortured pussy, so hot and wet, his tongue diving inside me.
“Oh, God,” I mewl, grinding against his face. “Oh, fuck.”
Bastian laughs, kissing the side of my neck as his hand glides down to toy with my clit. I smell the blood his split lip leaves behind on my skin—and holy hell, it’s fucking hot knowing Kai hurt him like that.
“Come for him.”
“I don’t know…I don’t know if…” I whisper breathlessly, but Kai’s lips and tongue don’t stop, and all I can think about is how much cum and blood he’s swallowing, and why the fuck that makes me arch and grind, why that makes me grab Bastian’s wrist and force him to rub me harder, only God can know.
Or the Devil.
