We are about halfway through the movie when my hand that was gently rubbing her thigh starts to head north. Her hand comes over to rest on my thigh, like we are going to play the hottest version of chicken ever. She looks over at me with heat in her eyes, and over the top of her head I see Dee watching us. It only takes him a moment to run his hand up the inside of her thigh too.
Those hazel eyes suck me in and I can only hold myself back a moment before I am claiming her lips with my own. We battle for dominance with our lips, biting and sucking. Tongues dancing between us.
My calloused hand reaches up under my hoodie to palm her breast. My forefinger and thumb tweak her already pebblednipple. A soft moan leaves her throat and my cock hardens even further. This woman is everything I could ever want for myself and Dee.
“Why don’t we pause the movie and take this up to my room?” We break our kiss while Dee palms his hard cock in his basketball shorts. She nods and Dee scoops her up bridal style and makes his way towards the stairs.
CHAPTER 23
NYX
You would think that I would totally not be into the caveman I apparently bring out in Demitri but DAMN. His ability to just pick me up and make me go wherever he wants does a number on my panties. He is carrying me up the stairs like I weigh nothing. At five foot seven, I am not exactly a light woman, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
I look over his shoulder and see Graham following behind him with a heated look in his eyes. His shorts are tented in the front, but he doesn’t seem to pay his cock any mind. His eyes locked on mine over Demitri’s shoulder. I am not sure where we are heading, but I would have to imagine he is carrying me to his room.
My Demon kicks open a door and walks into the room. The entire room is decorated in blacks and reds. It feels like I walked into a Vampire den. The lighting is dark and moody, sconces line the walls sending beams of light up to the ceiling. He shares the same line of windows my guest room has, or at least I assume they are behind the blood red curtains that cover the whole wall.
He walks across the room and drops me on his four-poster bed before heading into what I assume is his en suite. I continueto look around, noticing that his headboard appears to have metal rings attached.I smirk thinking of the reason for those rings. My blonde god walks over to the chair across from the bed while he strips out of his shirt. He has a couple small tattoos but nothing like I can imagine line Demitri’s flesh. The dark lighting doesn’t allow me to get to many details from his shirtless form, plus he is just not close enough to inspect every mole or freckle.Why is he so far away from me?
Demitri walks out of what I confirm is his bathroom shirtless. I feel my jaw drop open and my mouth waters. He is sculpted from marble. The statue of David has nothing on his body. His skin is almost completely covered in ink. The ones I noticed peeking out of the collar of his shirt are intricate swirls and lines. A gorgeous pattern that I want to run my tongue along. The only design I can outright name would be the eagle, globe and anchor, the Marine Corps symbol, that rests right above his heart.
Demitri turns his back to me to say something to Hutch, and that is when I get a view of the giant angel wings that span most of his back. There is what looks like a name written in script between the wings. It looks like it says Anastasia from here, but I am not sure. I make a note to myself to ask about it later.
He stalks over to the end of the bed, grasping my feet and pulling me towards him. His large hands trail from my ankles up to the waistband of my leggings. With one sharp tug, my leggings and panties ripped down my legs. He pauses for a second to carefully remove my feet but now the only thing hiding me from their view is Graham’s huge hoodie.
My eyes meet Graham’s, his gaze filled with so much heat and lust that I think I could burn down from just this second of eye contact. With his eyes locked on me, his hand trails down his chest to his abs to palm the large tent in his shorts. A low growl emanates from his throat before I am forced to watch Demitri crawl up the bed in just his shorts.
“Eyes on me, Little Fox.” He takes my chin in his hand and pulls me to meet his gaze. “He will get his turn, but for now he wants to watch all the ways I can make you scream my name.”Holy fuck.
His lips crash down to mine. He prods the seam of my lips with his tongue for a second before I give him access. This kiss is more passionate and less desperate than our first few. We tease and nip. He is such an amazing kisser, both of my men are but for their own reasons.
Demitri likes to have a hold of either my hair or throat and wants full control of every single movement, nip and lick. Graham still likes to control, but his hands like to roam, touch and tease. Both absolutely perfect but so very different. Demitri tastes of the beer the guys drank while we were watching the movie and popcorn. I surprisingly don’t mind it.
His hands trail down my body, pausing only for a brief moment to take my breast in his hand. He continues down my body not breaking our kiss until he moves to remove the well-worn hoodie. The hoodie yanked over my head is desperation to gain access to my whole body.
As soon as my breasts are bared to him, he pulls one nipple in his mouth while his calloused hand tweaks the other. He lathes the pebbled bud with his tongue and every so often nibbles just on the peak.
“Oh, fuck, Demon.” I gasp as he moves his attention to the bud he’s been pinching between his fingers.
“In this room I will be Sir, Master or Daddy. It is your decision, but I pick what I will be called while I make your body bend to my whims.” His voice is so deep and gravely it causes electricity to shoot directly to my clit. “If we play in any other room, you can call me whatever you want, but while you are in my space, you follow my commands. Do you understand me, Little Fox?”
“Yes.” I breathe out. He gives me a dark glare before my brain has enough blood flow to realize I missed something. “Yes, Sir.” I manage to form a coherent thought before he starts peppering wet, open-mouthed kisses down my stomach.
“He is in charge here, Little Witch. I get to enjoy the show until he gives me the okay to either join him or until he is done.” I barely can concentrate enough to understand what Blue is telling me, but I think I grasp enough.Does he like to watch?
Demitri takes my hips in his hands, using them as handles to pull my pussy to meet his mouth as he lays between my legs in one motion. He takes his tongue from my opening to clit in one lingering lick before focusing on the little bundle of nerves. Removing one hand from my hip to prod gently at my entrance.
“Fuuuck,” he moans. “You are dripping. Is this all for us?” His fingers haven’t entered me yet and I am dying to feel him inside of me. I whimper, needing to feel his fingers fill me while he licks and teases my clit. He nips gently at the swollen bud and I let out a sudden squeal. “I asked you a question, Little Fox. When I ask you something, I require a response in words.”
I feel my wetness leaking out of me. I have never had a man take control like this. Usually, I am the one in control of my pleasure. I could get used to this. “Oh. My. God.” I get out while he continues to lick and tease. “Yes, it’s all for you.” I remember he needed my words.
Finally, his fingers fill me while he continues the torture of his tongue. The slight stretch over his fingers pulls a deep moan from my throat just moments before he curls them to hit that perfect spot inside of me. I am not going to last if he keeps this up.
“I can feel your walls fluttering, baby. Are you going to come on my face and fingers?” All I am capable of doing is nodding and whimpering. “Words, Little Fox.” Goddamn this man. Hisfingers are still inside me and he looks up at me from between my thighs. Stopping all the pleasure in one moment.
“Fuuuck,” I groan. “Yes, please let me come…Sir.”
“There we go. Do you think she deserves to come, Hutch?”
