“Yes,” I whimper, my hips arching into his hand as Cayde’s mouth trails below my navel, and I realize where this is going. “Yes, please—”
But it’s not Dean’s fingers that slide into me as Cayde parts my folds from above, his lips pressing against my clit as his tongue flicks out against it. It’s the chess piece, hard and cool, quickly warmed by my body as my pussy clenches around it, not caring what’s inside of me as long as something is, as long as there’s something to help soothe the hollow ache.
“So needy,” Dean murmurs, but it’s not the taunt I would have expected. Cayde holds me open with his fingers so that they can both touch me simultaneously. He swirls his tongue around my clit, lips sucking at the sensitive, pulsing flesh as Dean starts to thrust the chess piece in and out of my clenching pussy, his hand resting on my inner thigh.
“Oh god. Oh my fucking god—” I moan, helpless in the face of my desire, slightly embarrassed at what I’m allowing him to do, and so, so fucking turned on. I can feel the heat of the fireplace on my skin, making me flush even more, burning up inside and out. My hips thrust against them both, Cayde’s tongue and Dean’s fingers holding the chess piece inside of me, moving it as he fucks me with it. Nothing could have prepared me for this, for what it would feel like to have Cayde licking me while Dean touched me, the knowledge that it’s both of them at once as erotic as the actual act.
Cayde presses his mouth more firmly against my throbbing pussy, lashing his tongue over my clit, licking up my arousal as Dean fucks me harder with the chess piece until I feel as if I’m going to come apart at the seams. “Do you like getting fucked by the king?” Dean asks, a smirk on his face, and I know he’s talking about himself, about Cayde, the two of them almost certainly the ones who will run this town. Still, I have a sudden flash of Jaxon here with us, naked and handsome, and there’s an ache in my chest as I realize that I wish he was.
He’s the piece that’s missing, and he always will be unless something changes.
I’m too overcome with pleasure to think about it for very long. Cayde’s mouth is sucking at my pussy, his tongue hot and wet and firm against my clit, rubbing and licking and swirling, and I moan again as I feel my inner thighs starting to tremble, my pussy gripping the smooth surface of the chess piece as I feel the pleasure beginning to spin out of control.
“I’m—oh god, I’m going to come—” I almost scream as my back arches, my thighs spreading open even wider as I twist to one side, the orgasm crashing over me with a sudden, dizzying force that tears another moan of pleasure from me. I feel myself thrusting against Dean’s hand, wanting more, and they don’t stop. Dean snatches the chess piece out of my pussy, thrusting two of his fingers in instead, caressing my g-spot as they move inside of me, quick and hard. Cayde is still sucking my throbbing clit into his mouth as if he wants to make me come forever, both of them seemingly trying to prolong it as much as they can.
I slump back against the rug as the last waves wash over me, and Cayde moves back, giving my clit one last, soft lick as he brushes his hand over my hip. He licks his lips, and I look up at him through dazed eyes, still feeling the last tremors of pleasure washing over me as Dean kneels between my legs, his hand going down to encircle his still-stiff cock.
They’re so fucking hot,I think dimly, detaching myself for a moment from all they’ve done and all that they could still do to me to just look at them—at Dean, tall and lean and firmly muscled, that deep v running down his hips to his gorgeous long cock, swollen and dripping with lust for me. And Cayde—built like someone carved him from stone, thick muscle through every inch of his body, bulging arms, and thighs like tree trunks bracing him as his wide, heavy erection points straight at me, both of these boys ready to worship me with their bodies tonight like the goddess I was named after.
Well, Athena, the goddess, stayed a virgin. How, with all those gorgeous Greek men, I’ll never know. But I’m going to have absolutely no problem letting these two ravish me tonight.
“Please,” I whisper, a fresh flood of desire washing through me, and Cayde grins. He strokes the length of his cock slowly, squeezing the tip as he reaches the end so I can see the pre-cum pearling there. “Is this what you want?” he asks, rubbing his thumb over it. “Me and Dean, inside of you?”
“Yes.” I lick my dry lips, looking at him, letting him see the need in my eyes. “Please.”
“What if one of us licked your clit while the other fucked you? Does that sound like something you’d like?”
My eyes widen. “I—” I can’t even speak, but my body talks for me, my hips arching up at the thought. Cayde laughs, stroking himself again. “Your turn to taste her, Dean?”
“Sure,” Dean growls, his hand on his dick too, feverishly rubbing for a moment before he slows back down again. In the space of a moment, he and Cayde have switched places. Suddenly it’s Cayde’s cock between my legs, his hands pushing my thighs apart as Dean slides a pillow under my ass, elevating it as Cayde’s swollen tip presses between my folds, stretching me open with its thickness.
He pushes the first inch inside of me as Dean leans down, his cock hanging heavily down as he spreads my folds open with his fingers, groaning at the lewd sight of Cayde stretching my wet, pink pussy, my clit throbbing and exposed in the open air.
When he runs his tongue over it, the sensation mingling with Cayde’s cock sinking another inch into me, I scream. I can’t help it; the pleasure is too much, too fucking good. I hear Dean moan at the taste of me, the vibrations running over my skin. I gasp again, squirming as Dean suddenly moves over me, straddling my head as he presses his mouth against my clit. At the same time, Cayde slides even further into my pussy.
I don’t have to ask what he wants. His cock slaps my cheek, and I reach for it, guiding it between my lips, the salty taste of his pre-cum coating my tongue as his length fills my mouth, my hand wrapped around it to keep it from going too deep as I moan around him. My body clenches around Cayde, the sensations all mingling, Cayde filling me and Dean’s tongue lashing my clit and Dean’s cock in my mouth all together. I never would have imagined them doing this—Dean’s mouth is dangerously close to Cayde’s cock. Still, they’re entirely focused on me, on touching every single part of my body until I feel as if I’m melting with the sheer sensation of it.
“Fuck,” Cayde groans, sinking into me to the hilt, and then he starts to thrust.
I moan around Dean’s cock, almost feeling as if I might choke. Cayde’s cock thrusting in and out of me, Dean’s tongue circling my clit, it’s all so close to making me come for a second time. My hips arch up, my breathing coming faster around Dean’s cock, and I’m almost afraid I won’t be able to breathe as I reach the edge of another orgasm. My fingers claw at the rug, my whole body tightening, my cries of pleasure muffled by Dean’s swollen length as my hips grind against Cayde, and my back arches and everything around me blurs. I want to scream with pleasure, my pussy gripping Cayde until he almost can’t move inside of me, the sensations almost too much, and I buck and writhe beneath them, nearly dislodging Dean as I come harder than I ever have before in my entire life.
Dean slips out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for breath as he moves to one side, his hand fisting his cock as he licks his glistening lips. “You taste fucking incredible,” he growls, his hand smoothing over my breasts as he pinches my nipple, sending another shiver down my spine.
“Do you want to come in her ass or her pussy?” Cayde asks breathlessly, slowing his thrusts. “Or her mouth?”
“You won your game, you choose,” Dean says. “Take whichever hole you want.”
They’re dominating me again, and it feels so fucking good, sending me to another peak of arousal as Cayde reaches for me, lifting me up as he meets me down on the rug, rolling onto his back and pulling me atop him to straddle him.
“I want to come in her pussy tonight,” Cayde says. “The rest is up to you.”
Dean grins, and I gasp as I sink down onto Cayde’s cock, my thighs splayed on either side of him as Dean comes to kneel between Cayde’s legs, his hands squeezing my ass. His fingers slide down, sliding some of my wetness up between my cheeks. I moan when I feel the thick, hot, slippery head of his cock pressing against my tighter hole as Cayde grabs my hips, grinding me down onto his cock.
He slides his other hand around my neck, pulling me down to kiss him as Dean pushes himself against the tight ring. I cry out as the head pops inside, the sharp burning sensation quickly replaced by pleasure as Cayde’s lips claim mine. I feel the two of them filling me, only a thin wall separating their two cocks, and Dean begins to thrust.
Cayde feels harder than ever as I wriggle on his length, moving against him as my breasts are crushed to his chest, his hand tangled in my hair as his hips thrust upwards. He and Dean find a rhythm, each of them moving with the other so that I feel more filled than I ever have, and I suddenly wonder what it would be like to take them both in my pussy, their cocks rubbing against each other—
I feel like I’m riding the crest of another orgasm, my heart beating in my chest so hard that it almost hurts, and Dean thrusts into my ass harder, both of them fucking me intensely now as I feel myself getting closer and closer to a third climax, my body pushed to the limits of its capacity for pleasure yet again.