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Authors: Selena Illyria
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Carver’s hands moved, undoing his belt buckle and popping the button on his fly, but he stopped short of yanking down the tab.
Sera gritted her teeth. A desire to make them both lose it gripped her. She lifted her hips and moved her hand to tease and stroke her dripping opening with a light touch. Taking first one pass and then other, she slipped the tip of a finger inside of her.
With a gasp, her vaginal muscles contracted, trying to pull the digit deeper. She withdrew and pushed it in again. Thorn’s hand worked faster, but he hadn’t made a move to take off his shoes, socks, or pants. Carver shifted in his seat, his gaze still focused on her. His gaze was like a weight on her chest. She didn’t want to disappoint either of them.
With her free hand, Sera cupped a breast and kneaded it, squeezing the plush globe before working her nipple between her fingers. She pressed her palm down on her clit and held it there as she sunk a second digit into her tight sheath.
“See how wet I am for you,” she whispered as she withdrew her digits and held them up for all to see. They were slick with her cream, glistening under the dim golden glow of the room.
Thorn was the first to move. He dropped to knees with a whimper and crawled over to her. If she didn’t know better she would have sworn he was a big cat. His muscles rippled under pale skin. He moved with slow grace, as if he had all the time in the world to get to her. He settled down in front of her on his knees.
She didn’t disappoint him for his effort. She smeared her honey over his lips before slipping her fingers back inside of herself, scissoring them to prepare for the coming invasion.
Thorn licked his lips with a leisurely flick and then he stood. He towered over her. She wasn’t sure what he was going to do but couldn’t stop her hands now. She whimpered as she squeezed and held her nipple. She fucked herself, rocking her palm against her clit. The hungry stares from both men egged her on.
“So close,” she moaned. She could feel herself at the edge, but she needed something extra to push herself over.
Thorn leaned over her. He bent his head down and took her lips in a slow kiss. The contact took her by surprise. His lips were so cold. Sera sucked in a breath and it was like inhaling ice, but she refused to break the bond between them. The sensation only pushed her closer to orgasm.
Thorn’s hand covered hers, even as she worked her nipple. He guided her grip, pinching her nipple harder. Pressure built in her breast as her orgasm hung just out of reach. The contrast of temperatures upped the ante, but still she couldn’t quite come. She lifted her palm over her clit only to have the tension wind tighter still. She let out a frustrated growl and moved her head, breaking the kiss, and turned to Carver.
Desperation filled her. “Please.”
Carver stood up, yanked down the tab on his zipper, bent over, and pulled off his socks and shoes.
“Fuck this. No more games,” he growled and moved to her. He dropped to his knees in a show of liquid elegance.
Stress and heat radiated off him in waves that amped up her own need and clashed with Thorn’s chilly touch. He took hold of her wrist and pulled her hand out of the way. Thorn took her lips once more. Carver shifted his position and settled between her legs. He lifted one of her limbs and placed it over one arm of the chair. He did the same to her other leg, opening her wide to his gaze. Then he buried his face between her thighs and feasted on her sensitized flesh.
Thorn moved his touch to her free breast, working it and showing it the same attention she had herself. She mimicked his moves as she rocked her hips against Carver’s mouth. When Carver let out a growl, the sound vibrated through her sex. And that was what set her off. She came hard, stars drifting before her eyes as her internal muscles clenched and relaxed around his tongue.
Carver’s didn’t stop. He continued to suck, nip, and
Sera gritted her teeth. A desire to make them both lose it gripped her. She lifted her hips and moved her hand to tease and stroke her dripping opening with a light touch. Taking first one pass and then other, she slipped the tip of a finger inside of her.
With a gasp, her vaginal muscles contracted, trying to pull the digit deeper. She withdrew and pushed it in again. Thorn’s hand worked faster, but he hadn’t made a move to take off his shoes, socks, or pants. Carver shifted in his seat, his gaze still focused on her. His gaze was like a weight on her chest. She didn’t want to disappoint either of them.
With her free hand, Sera cupped a breast and kneaded it, squeezing the plush globe before working her nipple between her fingers. She pressed her palm down on her clit and held it there as she sunk a second digit into her tight sheath.
“See how wet I am for you,” she whispered as she withdrew her digits and held them up for all to see. They were slick with her cream, glistening under the dim golden glow of the room.
Thorn was the first to move. He dropped to knees with a whimper and crawled over to her. If she didn’t know better she would have sworn he was a big cat. His muscles rippled under pale skin. He moved with slow grace, as if he had all the time in the world to get to her. He settled down in front of her on his knees.
She didn’t disappoint him for his effort. She smeared her honey over his lips before slipping her fingers back inside of herself, scissoring them to prepare for the coming invasion.
Thorn licked his lips with a leisurely flick and then he stood. He towered over her. She wasn’t sure what he was going to do but couldn’t stop her hands now. She whimpered as she squeezed and held her nipple. She fucked herself, rocking her palm against her clit. The hungry stares from both men egged her on.
“So close,” she moaned. She could feel herself at the edge, but she needed something extra to push herself over.
Thorn leaned over her. He bent his head down and took her lips in a slow kiss. The contact took her by surprise. His lips were so cold. Sera sucked in a breath and it was like inhaling ice, but she refused to break the bond between them. The sensation only pushed her closer to orgasm.
Thorn’s hand covered hers, even as she worked her nipple. He guided her grip, pinching her nipple harder. Pressure built in her breast as her orgasm hung just out of reach. The contrast of temperatures upped the ante, but still she couldn’t quite come. She lifted her palm over her clit only to have the tension wind tighter still. She let out a frustrated growl and moved her head, breaking the kiss, and turned to Carver.
Desperation filled her. “Please.”
Carver stood up, yanked down the tab on his zipper, bent over, and pulled off his socks and shoes.
“Fuck this. No more games,” he growled and moved to her. He dropped to his knees in a show of liquid elegance.
Stress and heat radiated off him in waves that amped up her own need and clashed with Thorn’s chilly touch. He took hold of her wrist and pulled her hand out of the way. Thorn took her lips once more. Carver shifted his position and settled between her legs. He lifted one of her limbs and placed it over one arm of the chair. He did the same to her other leg, opening her wide to his gaze. Then he buried his face between her thighs and feasted on her sensitized flesh.
Thorn moved his touch to her free breast, working it and showing it the same attention she had herself. She mimicked his moves as she rocked her hips against Carver’s mouth. When Carver let out a growl, the sound vibrated through her sex. And that was what set her off. She came hard, stars drifting before her eyes as her internal muscles clenched and relaxed around his tongue.
Carver’s didn’t stop. He continued to suck, nip, and
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