Cayde carries me up to his room, and to my surprise, Dean doesn’t argue. Instead, he just follows us in, closing the door behind him and leaning lazily up against it as Cayde sets me down next to the bed.
I don’t have a chance to say anything. Cayde grips my chin, surprising me as he brings his mouth down onto mine in a hot, rough kiss that startles me with the force of it. I’d expected demands, orders, a spanking, maybe just for the hell of it, not because I’d actually done anything that needed punishing. But instead, Cayde is kissing me like a lover, like aboyfriend, his tongue lazily tracing the seam of my lips before pushing inside, sending a rush of lust through me as I think about what else he could push inside of me like that, all the creative ways that he and Dean could take me and make me theirs.
What are you thinking?My mind screams at me as I open my mouth under Cayde’s, my hand coming up to cup his broad jaw as he nips at my lower lip, and I moan, returning his kiss as fiercely as he’s giving it.
My mind and my body are completely at odds with each other, and right now, I know which one I want to win.
“I want you,” I moan against his lips breathlessly, my hands sliding over his muscled shoulders, his hard, flexing back. “I want you both.”
I catch a glimpse of Dean leaning casually against the door, his arrogant smirk firmly on his lips as he undoes his belt, sliding his hand into his jeans for a moment before tugging down his zipper. I don’t see him pulling out his cock, though, because Cayde drags my mouth back to his. He grabs my hand as his tongue plunges into my mouth again, pressing it against the hard ridge of his cock in his joggers.
“You want this?” he groans against my mouth. “Tell me you want it, baby—”
I flinch, startled. Cayde has never called me a pet name other thanlittle Saintor, quite literally,pet.Neither has Dean.Babyisn’t what you call a woman you think you own, a possession that you want to keep and command and punish.Babyis a pet name for a girlfriend, someone who comes over for dinner and meets her boyfriend’s parents.
You’ve met Cayde’s parents, and you weren’t impressed.
I should pull away. I should shut down, make them take it from me if they want it. ButIwant it. I want to keep going, to stay in the bubble of tonight’s magic, to taste sugar on their tongues and smell the fairground scents on their skin, to let them make me scream with pleasure and give in to all their demands.
The fact is that I might not be made for the kind of life they have planned for me, but my body was made for them and everything they want to do with it.
“Yes,” I whisper before I can stop myself, pressing my hand against him. He’s so thick, so hard, tenting the front of his joggers and lurching against my palm as I wrap my fingers around him through the fabric. “I want it. I want you—oh god, Cayde, I want it—”
My body feels as if it’s pulsing with need, like a second heartbeat beating in my veins, heavy and aching. I want them both because just one could never be enough, could never fill me up like both of them can. And if Jaxon would just give in, oh god, having all three of them—
I moan as Cayde slides his hand up underneath my crop top. He makes a very similar sound, but deeper, as he discovers that I’m not wearing a bra under it, the fullness of my breast and my diamond-hard nipple bare to his hand as he slides his palm over the sensitive flesh, squeezing as he brushes his lips over mine.
There’s a sound from the door, and I look over to see Dean watching us, his smirk replaced by hunger in his eyes as he strokes himself slowly, his length gripped casually in his fist as he toys with it. “Keep going,” he says with a smirk. “I want to watch her suck you, Cayde.”
“I can’t see anything to argue with there.” Cayde pulls down the waist of his joggers, his hard cock slipping out and nearly slapping me in the face as I sink to my knees at the same time, his hand cupping his large, tight balls as he angles his cock towards my face. “You wanna suck it, Athena?”
“Yes,” I whisper, and Cayde grips himself, smacking the slick head against my cheek once.
“Louder, little Saint,” he says with a grin, and I bite my lower lip, feeling a fresh rush of arousal dampening my panties.
“Yes,” I moan again, louder, and Cayde smiles.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, and he pushes the head of his cock against my lips, groaning as my tongue slides out, rubbing beneath the tip as he slides it into my mouth.
I feel like I’m slowly becoming addicted to this, to the feeling of Cayde’s large hand on the back of my head, pressing my mouth down as I fight to get my mouth around him, to take all of him down into my throat. It’s a far cry from when I puked on him in a library to avoid doing exactly this. I know I’m not supposed to like it this much, that I’m not supposed to want it, but I do. He looks so fucking hot, towering over me, his broad jaw set as he looks down at me, his green eyes dark with lust as he watches his cock disappear into my mouth.
When it’s entirely stuffed down my throat, cutting off my air as he holds my nose to his groin, I brace myself against his thighs, waiting for him to let me go. He does finally, his hand still threading through my hair as I come up off of his length, gasping for air.
“My turn,” Dean says, striding forward with his own cock in his hand. I have just a moment to catch my breath before he’s standing next to Cayde, his hand surprisingly gentle on my face as he turns it towards his waiting cock.
I hear the slap of flesh on flesh as Cayde strokes himself while he watches, his cock lubed with my spit, and he lets me suck Dean for a few moments before he pushes himself towards my face again, demanding my attention.
Usually, I’m bound or being punished in some way when this happens, but tonight is surprisingly—normal. Except for the fact that there are two of them, I could be any college girl in her dorm blowing her boyfriend after a date. And I don’t mind in the slightest that there’s two of them. I never would have thought, before Cayde and Dean, that I’d be the kind of girl who wanted more than one man at once. But now I’m not sure how I’ll ever go back.
They’re so different, too—Dean with his cool, arrogant lordliness and his lean, handsome body and face and pale blue eyes, Cayde with his jock’s build and bulging muscles, powerful and full of anger that only lately seems to be tamed when he’s inside of me. Cayde with his sea-green eyes, his blond hair, his roughness next to Dean’s elegance.
They’re sinful and wrong and bad for me in every possible way, but I can’t seem to stop myself. Not from wanting them, not from grasping one as I suck the other, aroused beyond belief by the feeling of them in my hand and my mouth, stroking and sucking and licking until the two of them suddenly pull me to my feet.
“I’m going to fucking come if we don’t take a break,” Cayde growls, backing me up to the edge of the bed so that my legs bump against it, and I topple backward, landing on my ass on the mattress as he grasps my chin, tilting it up so that he can kiss me again.
I feel fingers toying with my shoelaces, and I realize with a start that Dean is taking off my shoes as Cayde reaches for the zipper of my shorts. The thought ofDean, Dean Blackmoor, lord and master of Blackmoor House, taking off my shoes for me seems like the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. But he’s doing exactly that, tossing my Docs aside before standing and starting to strip off his own clothes as Cayde tugs my shorts and panties down my hips.
He’s so fucking handsome. I watch the lean muscles ripple in his chest and abs as he strips off his shirt, tossing it aside as he starts to take off his jeans, licking my lips as I feel the pulse between my thighs intensify, my pussy and thighs drenched with my arousal by now. I need to be touched so badly, and when Dean steps forward, bending to kiss me as Cayde steps back, I moan aloud as I reach for his cock.