Still, what pushed me over the edge was when Knox moved his lips from my nipple to my mouth, when he kissed me aggressively, licking into my mouth as if searching for a taste of the cum Deacon had left there.The idea of it made my body tense as I came.
Whether Knox managed to get a taste or not, I didn’t know, but the heat in his green eyes when he pulled back made me shiver.
Clearly, my night wasfarfrom over.
Brax
People often joked that I had no patience, and right now, I had to agree. I didn’t mind watching Hera with the others, but I craved the ability to touch her.
Sure, seeing Knox run his tongue over her nipple, and watching the way her lips had stretched around Deacon’s cock and Kit sinking deep into her had turned me on. The dazed expression on her face, along with the filthy way she was positioned, made my cock ache with need.
Still, I wanted to touch her. I wanted to taste the sweat that glistened on her skin, to feel the way she trembled, especially since she couldn’t moan or speak.
And I was well past willing to wait any longer.
I went over to her on the other side as Knox. Kit and Deacon only chuckled as I gathered her against me, ignoring the slight whimper as Kit’s softening cock slid out of her. White rested on her thighs, some of his cum having leaked from her.
Why the hell did that excite me? I wasn’t sure if I liked her marked in that way or if it was the knowledge that I’d mark her as well, as if I were washing away Kit’s claim with my own.
All I knew for sure was that far too much of my blood was in my cock at the moment to think about any of it clearly and come to an answer.
Instead, I went with it, with instinct, with the desires that filled me, demanding I have her.
I pulled her into my lap, her back to my chest, as I sat on the floor. Her knees pressed against the ground on either side of me, and I leaned back to grasp my cock.
I gave her no chance to worry or think as I guided her down to take my length in a single thrust. I nipped her earlobe, then whispered to her, “You’re so wet, but it’s not just you, is it? I slid into you so easily because of Kit’s cum.”
She sucked in a quick breath and rose. I almost thought she’d pull away, but leave it to me to underestimate her even still. As soon as she lifted up, she sank back down hard, as if she needed to take me as deeply and roughly as she could.
And for some reason, I let her do it. I let her fuck herself on my cock, let her have me in whatever way she needed. Sure, a part of me loved to hold her down, to make her submit, but another part of me saw the benefit in letting her use me for her own pleasure.
It seemed if I were twisted for getting off on Kit having already fucked her, so was she.
Being perverted together is better than being perverted by myself, I guess.
She looked like a dream, someone so stunning that I struggled to believe she was real. She moved with such beautiful, intrinsic fluidity. She was, on one hand, fragile and broken and trapped. On the other, she was a predator—tough and dangerous and hungry. They were two sides of her, both real and both precious to me. I leaned in and bit down on her shoulder as if I could create a bond the way Kit had, as if I could ensure she carried something from me no matter what.
She shuddered hard at my bite, her drenched cunt squeezing around me. Had she come again? It seemed she’d hit a point where one ran into the next, where it was all so much that she couldn’t tell.
She wasn’t done, though, judging by the way she rode me, as rough as before, straining for something that remained just out of reach. Maybe she was outrunning tomorrow like the rest of us, trying to build a tiny place here between us where we didn’t have to think about anything else.
I was happy to stay in that place with her forever.
“You know,” Knox said, his voice drawing my attention to where he’d knelt in front of Hera, how he looked straight into her eyes. “Normally my incubus is happy to stay on the outskirts, to taste the passion of others without my own pleasure. I don’t know what it is about you, but you makemecrave you. My incubus is satisfied with whatever way it can taste your desire, but I’m not. It’s not enough for me.” Knox leaned down and dragged his tongue over her nipple even as she rode me.
And somehow, it was even more lewd that he did it without touching her anywhere else, without palming her breast, with his eyes locked on hers.
No, don’t finish yet.I drew my hands into fists to hold off, unwilling to embarrass myself by coming already, unwilling to let the moment end.
I forced myself to calm down even as the tightness of Hera’s pussy threatened to undo me.
Knox flashed me a smirk. No doubt he knew exactly how I felt and how close to my edge I remained and enjoyed teasing me over it.
Brothers never changed, did we?
Knox palmed Hera’s breasts tightly, telling me he enjoyed that particular part of her. “I like these,” he said before he moved his fingers back to take her nipples in a tight grasp. She moved forward to lessen the pull, but her shiver screamed her real opinion.
Knox rose to his feet when he let go of her, and Hera seemed to guess what he wanted. She dragged her tongue up his hard length, then pressed a kiss to the head.