“I want your flavor on my tongue.” His free hand slid up the inside of my bare thigh, brushed over the eager folds of my pussy. “Your scream ringing in my ears.”
“My scream?” I asked, arching my back as he learned me with his fingertips.
“Oh, you’ll scream. I won’t let you up until you do.”
Styx’s words were a promise, and I lowered myself back to the cold stone as he put his mouth on me and proved it.
He had me writhing in a matter of seconds, my hips rising into his every lick.
“I told you she was sweet,” Blade said. “Sensitive.”
Styx growled as he sucked on my clit and slipped a finger into me.
“Oh god,” I moaned.
I was wet. I could feel it, and I was sure Styx could taste it. The sound of his mouth on me filled the room. I tried to grip the table, but I had no purchase, my fingers sweaty.
Styx lifted his head, and I cried out.
“Shh,” Blade soothed, his calloused hand sliding up and down my calf. “He’ll take care of you.”
I believed him, but I wasn’t sure if I would survive. I’d been so close to coming when Styx pulled away. The bastard.
But when he slipped his thumb into my pussy, I felt something pressing against my bottom. A slick finger.
“Styx!” I cried out.
“You said you’ve been with two men,” he said, his voice coming from between my spread thighs. “Ever been taken here?”
His finger circled, then pressed in, gently yet insistently. My body instinctively resisted, but it also knew the pleasure to be had and relented, the digit sliding in up to the first knuckle.
I nodded my head as I clenched down.
“Good, then you won’t need to be trained.”
Blade’s palm squeezed my leg, and Styx lowered his head, taking my clit into his mouth and giving it firm suction.
This wasn’t Styx getting a taste of me. This was an all-out assault. I couldn’t hold anything back, the pleasure too great. His tongue was skilled on my clit, his finger and thumb sliding in and out in an alternating motion that mimicked what they would do with their cocks. They’d claim me together, and they knew I’d done it before. In college, I’d paired up with a couple of guys who were roommates in my dorm. We’d had some fun together, enough that the thought of sharing Styx and Blade that way nearly overloaded my system.
I liked what he was doing to me right now. Not liked it. Loved it. I couldn’t hold back. Styx wouldn’t let me.
My body coiled tight, my skin heated, my mind completely blank. The pleasure overwhelmed, coalesced and burst. I came on a scream. Hard. So hard that I saw white behind my eyelids. My fingers and toes tingled.
Once wasn’t enough for them it seemed because while Styx eased up on his attentions while I came, he didn’t stop. In fact, the second I exhaled and slumped on the table, he revived his assault. I came again, almost instantly.
Then again.
Only when I was a sweaty, wilted mess did he stand up, pull me from the table and toss me over his shoulder.
“Styx! Where are you taking me?” I asked, feeling the cool air on my swollen, very wet pussy.
“Our quarters to fuck you.”
“People will see,” I replied. I was barely coherent after the overload of pleasure, but I knew I didn’t want to be shared. Or carried bare ass naked through the hallway.
“Our personal quarters are attached,” he countered. It was only then I paid enough attention to notice we weren’t going out the door I’d entered with Blade, but through a different one I hadn’t noticed before.
“Why didn’t we come into the meeting this way?” I asked Blade.