Except Knox shook his head. “As much as I love your mouth, that’s not what I’m after right now.”
She furrowed her eyebrows, her motions slow as if she didn’t understand.
Knox’s smile widened before he bent enough to dance his fingers over the curve of her breast. “Let me be clearer, then. I’m going to put my cock here”—he moved his fingers up the valley between her breasts—“and you will push your pretty breasts together tightly. I want to fuck between them, then paint your sweet face in my cum.”
His words had me baring my teeth with a snarl, a sting in my tongue saying they’d shifted to sharpened points.
Knox chuckled at my reaction even if he didn’t look my way.
Which was fine by me. I enjoyed the friction as Hera rode me, the impossibly tight heat of her pussy, the way she twitched and squeezed down around me.
Knox didn’t move as he stared at her, not demanding but not giving in, either. He wanted Hera to do as he said, to volunteer and give in to him. It took only a moment for her to do just that.
She brought her hands to the outside of her breasts, then waited. Knox had to crouch slightly, but he moved close enough to rest his cock right where he’d said he would. “Tighter,” he growled out when Hera used her hands to squeeze herself around him. She obeyed, and Knox’s eyes glowed a bright green, flickering between the man and the incubus, both clearly enamored with the woman before them.
He rocked his hips, gliding against her, testing the speed and angle. It didn’t take long for him to quicken and to try to get more.
And Hera gave him everything. She let him set his pace, and instead of rising and falling as she rode me, she rolled her hips and ground down against me.
Fuck,it was everything I’d wanted. Hera’s panting, her scent drowning the room, the promise of more—it made me sure I wouldn’t last much longer.
I took the chance to just lose myself in it, in her, in the grasping snugness of her sweet cunt.
Knox must have felt my need, because he followed suit. No doubt the pleasure inside Hera and I drove him closer to his own release.
“You’re the only person who makes me want to be touched like this,” Knox admitted softly. His gaze was soft as he looked at Hera, which felt odd. He was fucking her breasts while she had my cock inside her. She’d already fucked two other men. We had an audience currently. That gentle look belonged in dim evenings in bed, moments of quiet romance, not here.
Yet, that was how he looked at her, as if she were precious and special and he cherished her.
I didn’t look at her like that, didn’t know how to offer that sort of thing, even if I felt the same way.
So I let Knox give her what I couldn’t, forcing myself to stay still, to let her chase her own release because it would take me over that edge with her.
Knox reached down to take Hera’s breasts in his large hands, moving to pinch her nipples tightly, to tug them as he kept the snugness around his cock. Hera gasped, and if she had a voice, I had no doubt she’d have screamed.
What a loss to not be able to hear that…
“Fuck,” Knox muttered to himself before he let go of her and wrapped his hand around his cock. He stroked himself quickly, his hand moving so fast it was nearly a blur, showing just how badly he wanted her.
Hera closed her eyes, a reluctance there as if she didn’t want to lose a moment of the sight. That signaled Knox, because he let out a nearly feral sound as he came, spilling onto her face, over the freckles on her cheeks, the pink of her lips, with some running down to drip off her chin.
The sight was unbearably filthy, especially when Hera’s sweet little tongue slid across her bottom lip to take some of Knox’s cum into her mouth. She came again, hard, and something about her having Knox’s spend on her face, about her getting off on that, drove any hope to resist from me.
At the end of the day, I was only a man.
My release shuddered through me as I gave in to my desire to bite down on her shoulder again, to leave a deeper mark there in her skin as I added my own cum to Kit’s, to Knox’s, to Deacon’s that she’d already swallowed.
As soon as I could breathe, as soon as the tension inside me relaxed, I kissed the bite mark I’d left, soothing it with my tongue.
I never wanted this moment to end.
Wade
God, I want to touch her so badly.
The thought kept running around in my head, making it impossible to focus on a damned other thing. Hera wore the scent and cum of the others, but I hadn’t touched her yet.
Why not?