Page 101 of Fated Exile

Delilah rolls her eyes, then cheekily turns around, backs up, and lowers herself down onto me. I moan and grab onto her hips as she slides onto my length, her wet arousal eagerly taking me in. Bastian watches and jerks himself hard and fast as she moves up and down me until my length is buried inside her body.

"This to your liking?"

"And then some, Dollface." I grab her waist, lean forward, and take her weight in my hands so I can thrust in out and of her with a roll of my hips. "But I do believe the man wants to watchmefuckyou,and I think he should get what he wants a thousand times over."

My eyes connect with Bastian, whose arousal is appearing as two high points in his cheeks. Shifting Delilah's weight to my right arm, I reach out to grab his cock, murmuring, "Let me help you."

He's thick and aroused in my grip as I work in time to my thrusts inside Delilah's body. There's no finesse to it, nothing but hot arousal and incredible pleasure. Delilah's moans and gasps grow sharper and louder, and I'm sure that we're not making ourselves completely unnoticeable, but I also don't care.

"I want to lick you like I did before," Bastian tells Delilah, his hips coming up off the bed as he thrusts into my hand. "Can I do that while Finn is inside you?"

We both say, "Yes," and Bastian slides off the bed to the ground, turning to face Delilah. I grab her hips and rise up off the mattress as I bury myself in her body, unsure what will happen next.

It nearly blows my mind wide open when I see Bastian open his mouth and bring his broad, flat tongue out to lick at Delilah's clit. She gasps and jerks forward, clenching around my cock. I moan, thrusting inside her slowly, which is when Bastian opens his mouth wider and brings his tongue down to the place where our bodies meet.

His tongue touches the base of my length and moves across my balls until I shake with unexpected pleasure.

"That feels great." I moan, reaching around to twist my fingers into his hair. "That's—gods, yes."

Based on the eagerness with which he licks me, he's enjoying himself too. And so is Delilah, who is brought to orgasm with a few more thrusts of my cock and licks of Bastian's clever tongue between the two of us.

I growl and hold on tight to her hips as she clenches around me rhythmically, her gasps as quiet as they can be given the way she's trembling from head to toe.

Then Bastian, with a stunning eagerness that nearly makes me come, grabs hold of the base of my arousal and tugs on it. I move my hips back, and he draws my length out, then takes the first few inches into his mouth. The rest slides between Delilah's quaking thighs. She reaches down to slide her fingers against her clit, gasping and clamping her thighs around us both.

I moan, sliding myself inside Bastian's hot, eager mouth as far as I dare. He makes a noise around me, which is how I manage to glance down and notice that he's coming, jerking himself harder and faster as he strokes upward. His cum sprays up to paint the inside of both our thighs and my balls and shaft, and he keeps going, sucking and jerking himself as more and more comes out.

Delilah whimpers. "That's hot."

I mentally agree, but find I can't say the words out loud because my arousal is throbbing so hard. Drawing myself out of Bastian's mouth, I pull the condom off, tangle my fingers in his hair again, and position my hips just right as I reach down to touch myself. It takes barely two strokes before I'm coming, my body curling around an aching, building orgasm that pulses out of me and stripes Delilah's body and the edge of Bastian's lips with my cum.

His eyes glow with pleasure as it lands on him, his pink tongue flicking out to lick a bit that settles in the corner of his mouth, curiosity on his face.

Groaning, I sink back onto the mattress, inadvertently taking Delilah with me. She squirms and slides off my body, turning her head to kiss my cheek. I bring my mouth to hers and kiss her deeply, stroking her tongue with mine, loving the pulses of pleased contentment I can feel from her.

Not jealousy, or anger, or worst of all, anxious second-guessing. I hope it stays that way. I've spent most of my dating years wanting so much more than I've ever been offered. If I can have everything I wantandhave the one woman I've ever loved, that means so much to me.

I only jerk out of our kiss when I feel a warm, wet tongue on my naked length, and look down to find Bastian licking me. He shyly moves over and licks Delilah too, who shudders at his touch, then grabs his hair to pull him gently up her body.

"C'mere." She kisses him, and I watch them for a moment. When she pulls back she motions towards me, and Bastian eagerly dips forward, his lips parting. I meet them in a bruising kiss that sends my pulse racing as Delilah says, "That was absolutely amazing, mind-blowing, totally unexpected, and definitely something I'm glad we did. I hope we get to do it again."

I part my lips from Bastian, who has simmered down and is actually softening. He lowers himself down onto the floor, and I glance back and forth between them, a quip coming easily to my lips. I'm about to say it when I decide to, for once, treat something serious like it's actually serious.

"I hope we do it again too." Watching Delilah, I dare to ask, "It doesn't bother you at all—me being with a man? Being... attracted to men?"

"No." She shrugs casually, looking surprised. "Why would it? It's not like we'll stop being mates just because we have a little fun together."

"Some women don't... like it. Or at least, they haven't in the past."

"Those women are dumb." She watches Bastian relax down onto the carpet, then sheepishly grab the loose bedsheet and pull it over his naked body. "I guess it makes them feel jealous or... something. But I enjoyed seeing you show Bastian a few things. And it was hot having someone else there while we had sex. I think Bastian enjoyed it too."

His eyes lazily move over to us as he stretches. "It was what I thought sex is supposed to feel like, but better."

I snort. It's good, I suppose, that Bastian has such an easy, open way of approaching sex, especially after everything he's been through. "Next time, if we want, we can do more. Together." I glance over at Delilah. "Or separate."

She considers this for a long moment, then murmurs, "Maybe together for now. At least until Bastian is used to having sex in the first place."

"That works." I try not to show how much it means to me, how my middle is swirling with too many emotions. Needing an outlet, I tell Bastian, "Think about this next time you're jerking yourself, big man, and maybe your big, hard cock will actually go soft after you're done coming."

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