Antoine released my hand and pulled my shorts and panties down in one movement. I was left holding Darren's cock in my hands while Antoine bent me slightly, the head of his own length rubbing against my slit.
I was already wet and ready for him after all the build-up from touching Darren. Antoine slid into me in one go, my shorts keeping me from spreading my legs further, making the fit tighter than usual.
Gasping, my hand stopped moving up and down Darren, instead just holding him there between us, one hand on his waist to steady myself.
Antoine thrust into me, not giving me a momentary reprieve. He grunted to Darren a moment later, "Touch her, Darren. As you always wished."
I glanced up at Darren, curious at what he wanted to do. What he would do.
Those gloved hands lifted - because even naked, he never removed the gloves - and reached out to touch me. I pulled back from him, causing him to frown, and a flash of hurt crossed his face before he built that blank wall back up.
Shaking my head at him, I gasped out, "Gloves. Take. Off." Antoine hadn't stopped, making it harder to get what I wanted across.
Understanding and relief crossed Darren's face. Biting the finger of one glove, Darren slowly pulled it off. I watched with growing fascination as it dropped to the bed between us. Then the other one. Neither of us went to move them.
Those hands were the only part of him that was rougher than the rest. They cupped my breasts, holding the weight of them in his hands before flicking the tips with the rough pad of his thumb.
I gasped and arched into his touch, my eyes fluttering shut.
Antoine's mouth moved to my ear, his thrusts slowing, "Take him in your mouth, Piper."
I jerked, my eyes snapping open. Darren's expression was carefully neutral.
My hand wrapped around his length once more, finding it harder than ever and twitching slightly in my grasp. Keeping my eyes on Darren, I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to his chin. Then I kissed his collar bone, dragging my mouth down his chest, only stopping briefly to lick his nipple. Darren flinched in my hand, making me smile.
I licked a path down his delicious abs until my mouth met my hand. I kissed the tip of him, lapping at the liquid coming out. Darren hissed. His hands sitting on the back of my head but not pushing.
Darren and Antoine leaned forward, draping me in shadow. I slid my mouth over the head of Darren, sucking him down until I couldn't go any further. I knew the moment that Antoine bit Darren. The hands on the back of my head tightened in my hair, and his hips jerked forward, shoving him further down my throat. I had to force myself to relax so I wouldn’t gag and ruin the mood.
I'd never been in this position before, having to focus on two tasks at once. With the twins, they had done most of the work. I had just had to hang on for the ride. With Darren in both of our mouths, Antoine had picked up his pace once more, and I could hardly focus on staying upright, let alone sucking. Darren, thankfully, didn't seem to mind though.
The sharp tinge of copper mixed with sex filled the air, and I didn't find it disdainful. If anything, it made my inside tighten around Antoine and my hips to buck harder.
"Master," Darren panted, his muscles tightening by my hand on his hips.
Antoine's answer to Darren's plea was to reach between us, flicking his finger expertly across my clit. That one single swipe sent me over the edge.
I cried out against Darren's cock, and the world exploded behind my eyes. Darren pulled out and spilled himself all over my chest shortly after my release. The hot feel of his seed on my skin made my body quake, and I felt myself moving toward another crest.
Antoine released Darren, letting the blood dribble down the man's chest and drip onto me. I wanted to be disgusted. I should have been. Bodily fluids from sex were one thing, but blood?
I blamed the blood bond with Antoine because all the blood did was make me moan.
Darren collapsed against the side of the bed, spent.
Antoine wasn't done with me yet. Pulling out of me, I found myself on my back with Antoine cleaning the blood and semen off my skin.
When he buried his face between my thighs, I screamed. I couldn't take it anymore. I was going to pass out if I came again. I just knew it.
And yet, I grabbed a handful of Antoine's pale locks and held him close to me, urging him with whimpers and moans. I caught sight of Darren at the edge of the bed, his head lulling to the side as if in a drugged state, watching me with desire in his eyes. It was that look that had made me fall again. It was his dark eyes I saw as everything faded into nothing.