Chapter 15
Logan
My body feels like it’s in free-fall from an abundance of pleasure while entangled with Viking and Priest on the floor. The way they wanted me to give and take their bodies’ carnal delights has left me feeling high.
Strong hands maneuver me now, and I can’t focus enough to see what’s happening until the warmth of a mouth between my legs grabs my attention. “Oh god!” I cry when those lips take my clit and scrape their teeth across the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Slowly, I blink my eyes open, my vision blurry, as I concentrate on my surroundings. Viking stands at the corner of the bed, gaze glued to what Priest is doing between my legs.
The man’s ravenous tongue licks me from bottom to top repeatedly until I can’t stand any more and reach for his hair, tugging him into me. His chuckle vibrates through me like an electric zap, and my back arches while a moan breaks free, and my core pulses, begging to be filled.
“Please, please, please.” I had no idea oral could be like this. I enjoyed taking Priest in my mouth, swallowing his essence, but I never imagined I would like a man’s mouth on me so much.
The way they touch and watch me brings back this fantasy I had a few years ago, when I was crushing on two hot football players at school. Two men at once, and now I have it. I’d forced away those thoughts due to the abuse I was going through; it felt dirty and wrong. But this, this feels oh so very right, and I don’t want it ever to stop.
“Take me,” I gasp when Priest bites the inside of my thigh. He does that a lot, the biting, and I love it. “Both of you, please, I’m yours.”
Watching them through hooded eyes, they conduct a silent conversation I’m not privy to, and there seems to be a struggle as Viking clenches his jaw before finally undressing. My eyes dart to where his hand moves down to stroke his length, and my mouth waters for a taste.
Trying to sit up to get a hold of him, Priest pushes me back, shaking his head. “No moving. You do as we say now.”
My breathing stutters, but I stop like I’m told, my eyes roving between the two men who have me completely under their spell. Viking’s scars appear more prominent in the low light as he stands before me in the nude.
“You want her pussy or ass?” he asks Priest.
I hold my breath, waiting for his answer. They’re roughly the same size, so I’m not sure if either will be easier on my body. I just know it’s going to hurt no matter who takes what.
“I want this juicy cunt. Ass feels like a prize for you today.” Priest licks his lips like he enjoys the taste of me. The burn of a blush rises up my chest and neck, then blossoms across my face.
Closing my eyes, my body bows at the sensation of hands on me. Strong, dominant, and possessive as they move me of their own accord. I’m picked up, and my eyes open to see Priest getting on the bed and lying on his back. Viking holds me so tightly, I know I never have to worry about him dropping me.
Leaning up, I place a kiss to the underside of his jaw, inhaling the masculinity and brushing my cheeks against the fine hairs of his beard. His growl vibrates through his chest and into my body when he turns his head to nip at my bottom lip.
“Keep doing those cute things, and I won’t be able to resist fucking you like you’ve got experience.” A shiver tingles up my spine from the allure of his words.
“Maybe I’ll like that.” My response earns me a sharp look.
Nuzzling his face against my ear, his gravelly tone sounds like he’s losing control. “Keep it up, hellcat, and you’ll be walking funny for a week. Just remember you have two men to please now, and we can be…voracious.”
My mouth dries as I attempt to swallow, following his apparent threat that feels more like a promise.
“What the fuck did you just say to her, Vik? That look on her face is filled with wild craving.” Priest’s voice is just as harsh as Viking’s.
“Making some future promises on how we’re going to fuck her together.”
I moan as Viking places me on my knees, helping me situate over Priest’s body.
With my knees on either side of his hips, he takes my hands and raises them over his head, bringing our mouths together in a sweet but wet kiss. He sucks my tongue into his mouth just as Viking shuffles in behind me. His hand grips Priest's length, bringing it to my opening before I feel him stroking up and down the other man’s length.
“She’s fucking gushing,” Viking growls against my back, biting his way down my ass cheek until he reaches my pussy and flicks out his tongue, lapping at me.
“Fuck!” Priest grunts, pulling away from our kiss and thrusting his hips. “What the hell, man?”
As Viking moves back up my body, his sinister chuckle leaves me wondering what he did.
Gripping my jaw with his free hand, he turns my head, and our mouths touch. “Guess he only likes it when you bite his cock.”
My eyes widen as he begins to fuck my mouth with his tongue.
