Page 48 of Kiss of Frost

Graeme drifted forward until he loomed over me. Then he bent and closed his lips around my nipple, his head next to Callum’s.

“Oh… Oh gods,” I gasped as they both sucked me. Two men at my breasts. Two hungry mouths pulling and pulling. Every flick of their tongues sent a shudder rippling to my clit, which throbbed with need. My breathing grew ragged and fast. My hips thrust upward of their own accord. When Callum’s dick brushed my hot, swollen entrance, I pumped my hips higher, not caring how desperate I looked.

“Please,” I begged, pulling at the men’s hair. “One of you has to fuck me.”

Graeme released my nipple and straightened. Without warning, he twisted into a column of smoke. His clothes landed on the ground in a heap.

“Gray backpack,” Callum said around my nipple. “Front pocket. Small bottle.”

Graeme reformed and went to Callum’s pack. “What is this?” he asked, withdrawing a plastic bottle of clear liquid. He opened it and sniffed.

Callum pulled his mouth from my breast and twisted to look at Graeme. “You’ll like it. Bring it over here.”

I touched Callum’s shoulder, drawing his attention back to me. “You brought lube to Gelhella?”

He snaked his hand between our bodies and pinched my clit, making me moan. “I’m an incubus, Georgie mine. I don’t go anywhere without lube.” Humor and mischief danced in his eyes. “And if you’ve seen the size of Graeme’s cock, you’ll thank me later.”

Graeme, who was clearly a quick learner, poured a liberal amount of lube into his palm as he returned to the bed. As he stroked moisture up and down his dick, Callum’s words sent apprehension tingling down my spine. At some point, they would take me together. Fore and aft, as Callum had said, their dicks inside me. Stretching me. I wasn’t sure there was enough lube in the world to make that happen.

“Hey,” Callum said, tipping my chin back to him. “Stay with me, witchling. Right here, right now. This is all that matters.” He shifted his hips. “Remember what I told you when we first mated? It’s my privilege to give you everything you want.” At my nod, he smiled and whispered, “Such a privilege, Georgie, to pleasure a woman as breathtaking as you.” His cock nudged my pussy, spreading my lips, and then he pushed inside me in one long, easy thrust.

Pleasure punched through me, scattering my fears. “Oh, fuck,” I gasped, arching and tossing my head on the bedding.

“That’s my lass,” Callum said, pulling out and thrusting back in. I was so slick, his dick tunneled in and out easily. “Let me make you feel good, witchling. So fucking beautiful. So tight.” He swiveled his hips, grinding his dick into me. I could hear how wet I was, and heat spread over my face as the sound of my sopping pussy accompanied his thrusts. Moaning, I let my eyes drift shut.

A warm hand slid up my calf, and I opened my eyes and saw Graeme with one hand on my leg and the other on his dick. He worked the lube over and around his thick length as he stood next to the bed and watched Callum fuck me. Graeme smoothed his palm up my leg and curled his fingers behind my knee. Then he pushed my thigh up, opening my pussy even wider. Letting Callum’s dick drive even deeper, the thick shaft dragging over my clit. Over and over. Ruthless and so good I cried out.

My spine bowed. Lust built, great plumes of it rising higher and higher. I clawed at Callum’s shoulders as he thrust harder, setting my breasts bouncing. Graeme kept his grip on my leg and his hand on his dick.

The orgasm took me by surprise. One second I watched Graeme’s hand pumping his cock, the next I threw my head back and screamed as my body flew apart. My pussy convulsed around Callum’s dick, and my thoughts blanked. Worries were nothing. They didn’t exist. For a moment, I didn’t exist. Just pleasure, warm and perfect.

I rode its waves, floating somewhere sweet and formless, and when I drifted back to myself, Callum’s head was between my thighs, and he was lapping at my come. I gasped and spread my legs wider, and he pushed his nose and mouth into my pussy and ate me like he was starving. Every wet stroke of his tongue sent aftershocks fluttering through me.

“Oh, gods,” I murmured, limp and shivering. Already, a second orgasm hovered. How many could I endure?

“Get everything,” Graeme said, moving behind Callum. In response, Callum thrust his tongue deep, and I realized Graeme wanted him to lick me clean. Before I could squirm in embarrassment, Graeme pulled Callum up by the shoulder and growled, “Now give it to me.”

Callum twisted around and let Graeme pull him into a kiss. They held nothing back, the muscles in their jaws working hard as their tongues clashed. Callum’s legs were spread wide on the bed, and his softened dick glistened with my juices. Graeme rubbed a big palm over Callum’s abs, a growl rumbling in Graeme’s throat as he tasted me on Callum’s lips.

They weren’t even touching me, but pleasure threatened to consume me again. Sunlight slanted over their powerful bodies, highlighting the muscles in their arms and shoulders. The rasp of Graeme’s palm on Callum’s stomach was almost as sexy as the slick sounds of their tongues.

At last, Graeme broke it off and pushed Callum back down. “Spread for me,” he rumbled, and Callum’s groan was deep enough to shake the bed. He pushed my thighs up and lowered his body on top of mine, sealing us from shoulder to hip. His hardening dick notched against my pussy as he braced himself on his elbows and moved his knees apart.

Graeme climbed onto the bed, his eyes glittering with something primal and possessive. He ran a hand down Callum’s back before slipping it between Callum’s cheeks.

“Fuck,” Callum grunted, his breath tickling my cheek. Then his eyes slid shut as Graeme’s arm moved in a rhythmic motion.

I touched Callum’s jaw, lust and curiosity spreading through me as I watched emotions play over his face. I couldn’t see what Graeme was doing. Pinned flat by Callum’s weight, I couldn’t see much at all. But it didn’t dampen my desire. On the contrary, there was something deeply sensual about seeing Callum’s reactions up close. With every thrust and twist of Graeme’s fingers, Callum shuddered or moaned. His lashes fluttered, and his expressions ran the gamut from fierce concentration to discomfort to ecstasy. When Graeme leaned over and kissed the back of Callum’s neck, Callum dropped his forehead to my shoulder.

“Now,” he gasped. “I’m ready.”

“You sure?” Graeme murmured. From the way he rocked his hips against Callum’s ass, he’d lodged his erection between Callum’s cheeks and was now dragging it up and down Callum’s cleft.

My arousal soared even higher. I dug my teeth into my bottom lip as I fought to stay quiet. I wasn’t letting anything derail this.

“Aye,” Callum rumbled against my neck. “Fuck me.” He pulled back and stroked my cheek. “How we doing, lass? You feel all right?”

“I feel perfect.” I touched his jaw. “How do you feel?”

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