“Oh yeah? What might that be?” I say innocently. I bite my lip as my eyes roam down his body to his erection that clearly shows what he's hungry for.
“A dish that is quite quickly becoming my favourite.” He says with a wicked grin as he moves down to the bottom of the bed placing both hands just below my knees. He slowly pushes my legs up so that my feet press flat on the bed. I lay there propped on my elbows completely bared to him as he looks down on me with uncontrolled lust. Anticipation curls through my body as he lowers his head. Closing his lips around me and pulling my into his mouth. I gasp and my back arches as his tongue glides over me.
My hands grip his arms which are wrapped around my legs. His hands cupping my ass to pull me up to him. Angling me perfectly whilst he devours.
My orgasm rushes through me and I shudder against him. He growls in approval and delight as he flips me over onto my stomach. He grips my hips pulling me onto my knees. I'm still coming down from my high as I feel his cock at my entrance.
He slides in inch by delectable inch. I arch my back as a moan escapes my lips.
“How do you want to be fucked Krista?” He asks in a deep voice laced with arousal.
“I-” I go to answer but then I feel black smoke in my mind.
“I know how to want to be fucked Psychi Mou.”
My stomach plummets. Shocked that he got past my shields, but it's beaten back by Lukas driving into me so deep that it almost hits the perfect spot inside of me.
“You want it slow and deep?” He purrs as he glides out of me only to glide back in all the way.
“Instead of needing instructions he should feel your bodies response to his touch. How you breathe a moan when you like it.”
Alistair's sultry voice is laced with desire. I can't concentrate enough to force him out of my mind.
“You need to be worshipped. Slowly, thoroughly, then so desperately that it takes your breath away.”
Alistair pours images into my mind of him and I. How he would kiss my neck as his hands roam down my sides. Pin me against a wall with my legs around his waist. How my back would arch as he pushes slow and deep into me. Capturing my mouth with his own in a kiss so consuming that the rest of the world ceases to exist.
I start to teeter on the edge of release only partly aware that Lukas is the one fucking me.
“I want to watch as you ride me, purely so I can admire every last bit of you as you come apart around me.”
My orgasm builds and I know what I want.
“Fuck me hard.” I groan. To Lukas. To Alistair. I don't know in this moment.
“I thought you'd never ask.” Lukas groans as he buries deep and hard inside me.
One of his hands go between my legs giving me the touch I so desperately crave. Flicking and rubbing as he pounds intome over and over. His other hand gripping my hip pulling my into him again and again, but my release is just out of reach.
“How desperate are you for my cock inside you? Do you wish it were mine instead of his?”
“Fuck!” I gasp as I shatter into a thousand pieces. Wave after wave of ecstasy rippling through me. I feel Lukas shuddering against me as he's buried as deep as he will go.
As the fog clears I'm able to get better control of my mind. I rebuild my walls of obsidian but before I place the last brick I shout down the bond.
“Stay the fuck out of my head!”
I swear I hear a chuckle as I place the last brick. Barricading him out.
How long have I left my shields down? I make a mental note to check them as often as I can. Maybe if I block him long enough the bond will dissolve into the wind.
I can't ignore the exhilaration I felt at his words though. The effect his words had on me and the images he put in my mind turned me on to no end. Just thinking about it now has my cheeks flushing and my core clenching. How can something that sickens me push me to such an incredible release?
“Mmm, that felt good.” Lukas hums as he kisses my neck.
“Yeah it was.” I purr as I pull away from him and reach for my coffee. Looking at him through my lashes as I take a sip.
“I wish we could stay here another night. Or week.” He says as he drinks from his own coffee.
