The pressure of Beast’s hand on my neck eases a little and I pull back as he leans in and takes Gaeton’s mouth. Their kiss is tentative and so filled with yearning that I feel like the worst kind of voyeur for witnessing it. I don’t care. I soak up the sexual tension rising between them, luxuriating in the fact that there will be no choosing tonight. We get it all.
Beast kisses me next. It’s nowhere near as tentative as the one he shared with Gaeton. No, this is like him reminding me who owns me, body and soul. By the time he lifts his head, I’m shivering against him, gripping his arm with one hand and Gaeton’s with the other. Beast nips my bottom lip, and then I’m kissing Gaeton again as Beast moves to my back, reaching around me to run his hands down Gaeton’s chest to grip his cock.
There’s no talking, but there really doesn’t need to be. Not for this. It feels like the most natural thing in the world to be pressed between these men, our bodies getting tangled up in our need to touch each other, to stoke our desire until it threatens to consume us whole.
I don’t care about the danger.
I want to burn.
Chapter 25
Gaeton
With every touch, every kiss, my trepidation fades. Beast is right. I hate that he’s right, but it doesn’t change the truth. The three of us fit. Physically and otherwise. Our strengths complement each other; with three of us, our flaws feel less pronounced. I don’t understand how it works, I just need it to work.
They topple me back onto the mattress, Isabelle ending up astride my stomach and Beast between my thighs. I arch up to press her breasts together and tongue her nipples even as she bends back to kiss him and his hand closes around my cock again. It’s an assault on the senses, but in the best way possible. I never want it to end.
Isabelle pushes me back down and kisses me, writhing against my chest in a way that leaves me with no doubt that Beast has his fingers in her pussy. She breaks the kiss to say, “I need your mouth on me. Please.”
As if my woman has to beg for something I’m just as desperate for. I drag her up my body and then lift her to straddle my face. Her ass must still be sore from the spanking, because she winces a little when I grip her, but her sharp inhale turns into a moan on the exhale. She loves that spice of pain, and I love that she loves it. I drag my tongue over her pussy, savoring the feel and taste of her. A dark, savage part of me loves that she’s begging for my mouth after she had Aurora going down on her like the other woman never needs to breathe. It’s not jealousy, exactly. Just a heightened possessiveness in the aftermath of that kind of game. It makes my cock so hard, I almost come the second Beast’s mouth closes around me.
He sucks me down, pleasure damn near making me black out. I growl against Isabelle and pick up my pace, as if fucking her with my tongue has any effect on the slow blowjob Beast is currently torturing me with. Slow, steady, wet heat and the drag of his tongue along the underside of my cock with each retreat. Fuck, it’s good. Too good.
I suck hard on Isabelle’s clit. Harder than I mean to. I wanted to draw this out, to tease her until she’s sobbing through an orgasm, but I left my control on the floor with my clothes. Her hands hit the wall at the head of the bed and then she’s grinding against my face as she comes. Too hard, too fast. It won’t satisfy her for long, but that’s okay.
Beast lifts his head with a dark laugh. “Got you.”
“Shut up.” I give Isabelle one last lick and then lift her off my face. He’s there to catch her, dragging her down my body to straddle my hips. It’s his hand that fists my cock and guides me into her pussy. He grips her hips as she rocks slowly, still winding down from the fast and dirty orgasm.
Beast climbs off the bed and moves to dig through the nightstand, coming up with the bottle of lube. My whole body goes tight with anticipation. This, this is what I need.
Not doubt, not reality, just us.
He urges my legs wide. “Up.” I lift my hips and Beast slides a pillow beneath me, and then shifts Isabelle a little to make room for him. Both me and Isabelle go completely still as Beast spreads the lube, and then his cock is there, pushing into me slowly but inexorably. My breath hisses out at the sensation, and I can’t help my grip flexing on Isabelle’s hips. “Fuck.”