Page 24 of Blood & Kisses

Cormac removes my plate of pasta in sauce before my chest lands in it. The chair is kicked out from under my backside, and I’m bent over the table while Cormac leans back in his chair, arms folded across his impressive chest to enjoy the ride.

“I know you feel easily suffocated,” Blake starts pressing his full crotch against my backside, drawing a sigh from my lips. I’m so wet and constantly checking myself to see why I am like this. Why am I so turned on by the boys killing Gavin? “So, I won’t hold you down.”

I nod as my hand goes to the sodden place between my legs, but Cormac protests. “No, you don’t. Keep both hands on the table, Rae.”

“Are you going to sit there and watch?” I stab a look at Cormac as Blake moves his hardness against my butt cheeks.

“I might join in. Or I might sit here watching you getting railed,” he replies flatly.

Blake’s finger runs up my butt crack over my shorts, and the sensation reverberates down my thighs, drawing a sigh from my lips. Bashfulness comes over me with Cormac’s eyes drilling holes into my skull, expectantly, nostrils flared, devilish smirk. He’s enjoying this.

Blake’s other hand crawls under my shorts and grabs a hunk of my butt cheek while his finger still runs up and down my butt crack, and my skin quivers. His warm breath graces the back of my neck as the sexual heat peels from his body, triggering a hunger to be fucked hard.

“Take your hair out,” Cormac demands as those eyes watch me raise one hand from the table, seize my hair tie, and pull my hair loose, flowing down my back. Cormac’s pupils widen as he licks his bottom lip before lunging off his chair and claiming my mouth.

The kiss is deep and distracts me for a moment until I feel Blake’s hand move to the front of my shorts and cup my pussy. I panted into Cormac’s mouth, yearning for more and wishing they wouldn’t tease me like this. One man in front of me and one man in the back. It should be suffocating. I should feel my chest closing in and struggle to breathe, but instead, I melt into their touch and hunger for more. Have I been cured of my panic attacks and extreme resistance to being caged?

Blake moves his hand over my shorts until wetness seeps through onto his hand, and he takes it to his mouth and licks it. That’s it for me. I need him inside me. Now. Making up for two years of going without sex started today.

“Fuck me,” I demand in utter agony. My entire body is on fire, and everything aches in an erotic, yearning way. Two men. Two criminals. Two killers. “Please.”

“Go easy,” Blake says smoothly as if he owns the world, still moving his hand between my thighs, drawing out a groan. “I’m taking my time.”

His naughty fingers pull my zipper down slowly and let my shorts drop to the floor before placing his hand between my legs again. His hard crotch is pressed firmly against my butt as he whispers in my ear, “Nice ass.”

“Why are you dragging this out?” I groan as Cormac has parked his ass back on the chair as a one-man audience brimming in lust.

Blake brushes his lips against my ear. “Because I can and I will.”

“No, please. Fuck me,” I paw at the front of his jeans and brush my hand away.

“Rae, if you don’t behave, I’m going to drag this out even longer until you’re screaming for my cock,” his voice is steely, inserting his control over me.

“I want it now,” I cry out as my entire body turns to rubber.

“Get on your hands and knees on the table,” he growls into my ear.

“What are you going to do?” I pant as nerves spiral through me, struggling to trust the men with secrets.

“You’ll see,” he replies, giving nothing away.

I place my knee on the table, and Blake pushes me up by the butt cheeks, and I position myself on all fours, face to face with Cormac. I expect him to reach out and touch or kiss me, but he prefers to watch me squirm from Blake withholding his cock.

My sodden panties are stripped down my thigh as hands grab my butt cheeks, squeezing hard as a warm, soft tongue brushes along my vaginal opening. A sharp sigh exudes from my lips, and I look to Cormac to hold me, but he refuses to move, sitting on his throne like a king watching a slave being tortured.

Blake’s tongue licks a line from my sodden along my butt crack to my anus and starts sucking. I can’t see what’s going on, but it feels like a finger is now worming its way into my anus and moving quickly in and out as a surge of an impending orgasm encompasses my core, radiating outwardly and down my thighs. My knees bore into the hard table, causing a slight ache in my shins, only adding to the overwhelming sensual experience.

“Oh god,” I sigh as his finger and tongue make work of my anus, and his fingers on his other hand find my clit. “Please.”

“Hush,” Blake’s voice muffled by my butt cheeks. “Or I’ll go slower.”

“No,” I groan, pushing my butt against him, only to receive a small smack. “Please, Blake, please.”

Cormac rises from his chair, and I assume he will comfort me, but instead, he brushes away the hair that had fallen over my face. “I want to see your cum face,” he says flatly and sits back down.

“Fuck you,” I hiss, and the corners of Cormac's mouth tug, almost a smile, but his permanent mode is sullen.

The orgasm came fast, claiming my entire body and my mouth parts frozen in that peek moment; my breath hitched before the wave surged through my body from the tip of my toes to the top of my head.

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