“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he whispers, his nose nudging mine. He curls his fingers up and my body feels as if it’s soaring.
When Faust grips my chin and twists my head his way, I pant against his mouth as Sylvan fingerfucks me harder, and I’m moaning his name but it’s Faust’s lips I’m speaking into.
“Such a good girl,” Faust whispers, but there’s a dark edge to his tone. I don’t know if he likes this, if he’s ever done something like this—I haven’t—or how he feels, but neither one of them back off and neither one of them let me go.
“Tell me how to make you come, Neve,” Sylvan demands, like he’s sick of me paying too much attention to Faust. He pulls his fingers from me, then turns my head so I’m staring up at him, and I clench my thighs around the emptiness.
“I—” I start to speak but words fail me.
He circles his wet fingers around my lips and when I part them, he pushes both inside my mouth. I suck obediently and watch his eyes light up as I do, his breath coming in rasps.
“You are so fucking perfect,” he says, then he drags his wet fingers down my throat, my clavicle, all the way back where I need him. “Tell me what you need.”
I push against his hand again, but this time, when he’s three fingers deep inside of me, I rub my clit on the outside of my bodysuit, trapping his hand, and mine overtop the fabric.
I tilt my head back, resting against Faust whose arm tightens to hold me up as my neck arches, throat exposed, and I’m moaning so loud, if anyone comes to the outside of that door behind Faust, they’re going to hear me.
It doesn’t matter to me.
I don’t think I could stop if I tried. This tension between us three needed popping.
I keep circling myself as Faust licks a line down my throat and Sylvan’s free hand pulls at my nipples, twisting and brutal, but I don’t want him to stop.
The moaning is louder and it feels like it’s coming from somewhere outside of me. Sylvan’s fingers are stretching me so deep, it’s as if I might break.
And I’m almost…
“My perfect whore,” Sylvan says as he tugs on my nipple, and I hear the lust low in his words. “I need to feel this pussy come, or I’ll go spreadhers.”
It’s exactly what I need. My eyes squeeze shut, a loud noise comes from my mouth that I don’t bother to hold back, and I’m riding Sylvan’s fingers as I stand, leaning against Faust for support.
Sylvan slaps down on my breast as I jolt, the orgasm stretching out, the pleasure bursting throughout my body.
But it isn’t Sylvan’s name I say.
“Faust, fuck,”I moan, and his hand come under my chin, grabbing my throat. The gesture is possessive but pleased, his tongue running along my cheekbone, as if he’s claiming me.
Sylvan slaps my nipple. “What a good little whore.” This time he doesn’t sound in awe. He sounds pissed.
But I’m done, gotten what I wanted, and as I sag against Faust, my eyes lazily open, and a smile curves my lips.
Sylvan pulls his fingers out of me and I straighten my bodysuit as I watch him suck all three, his narrowed gaze on mine. Then he drops his hand and looks me up and down, my pants still low on my thighs.
“I’ve been dying to see you like this.” He jerks his chin, and I don’t know what or who he’s indicating until he says, “Now get out.”
Shame sits heavy on my shoulders, making my face hot, but I don’t look away from him and I don’t cower.
“Go fuck yourself, since clearly, I won’t.” I reach down and pull my pants up, doing the button quickly, my body heated and my mind begging me to leave.
“Nah. Tasia’s cunt is waiting for me.”
My blood runs cold, but Faust’s arms circle me from behind and he says, “Watch how the fuck you talk to her, Connor.” Low and deadly.
Sylvan’s already pale complexion grows a shade whiter. “Tasianeedsme.” There’s a gleam in his cold eyes despite his pallor.
“Yeah,” I say, before Faust can step in. “Just let her know it’s me you’ll be thinking of when you’re spitting on her pussy.”
Sylvan groans low in his throat. “Don’t tempt me.”
