Page 108 of Triple Threat

“I won’t break, Conan… please,fuck me.”

He moaned and lost his balance slightly when I locked my legs tighter around his back, one hand catching himself beside my hip on the table, the other going to my waist.

“I hurt you, you tell me,” he demanded, and I smiled up at him, biting my bottom lip.

“You hurt me; I’ll tell you,” I promised, even though it was slightly a lie. I wanted him to hurt me more or less. I wanted him to set a pace that rode that edge between pleasure and pain, wanted him to fuck me and make it hurt so good I came screaming his name.

Kyle had been teaching me the pleasures that could be found in that edge of pain and for some reason, my mood led me to a curiosity about what that could be like with Conan Roan.

He started thrusting, and I moaned, gripping the edge of the table and pulling myself down on his cock as he pushed into my body. God it felt so good, that zing of sensation as the head of his dick bumped my cervix was sointensebut not in a bad way, just in… in an intense way.

“Yes!” I cried and my gasping moans of pleasure seemed to encourage him. He touched the outsides of my thighs and I let my legs fall open, he tapped his chest and said, “Put them up, lass,” and I brought them together, he hugged my legs, and I held onto the edge of the table and he pushed into me once more. I gasped and the sound that came out of me was at once feral and tamed, a sultry noise of satisfaction and contentment as he moved inside of me.

It was as though the change of positioning allowed him greater reach, as though he touched every part of me, his shaft pressing out against my walls which I clenched around him tight. He rocked his hips, driving into me steadily and I panted, the only thing missing was that final spark, the one that would set us both ablaze, I think.

“Harder,” I begged. “Please harder.”

He didn’t disappoint, thrusting harder but not faster, his eyes closing as though he listened to the symphony, turning his head, pressing a reverent kiss to the side of my calf. I panted and arched slightly my body pulled taut as he played me from the inside out and oh, God what music we made together.

The orgasm that built felt like a long time coming even though we hadn’t been at it very long and when the crescendo hit, I felt blasted apart, my voice expelled from my lips in a wordless cry of pleasure that hit the high ceilings and painted the windows and walls with sound as Conan bit down on a cry of his own, his thrusts losing their careful rhythm as he shoved into me hard enough I lost my grip on the edge of the table and slid along the gleaming, polished wood several inches.

We heard a camera click and turned our heads to look at Kyle who was smiling appreciatively from the dining room entryway.

“Oh, now that wasnice…” he said and his tone held nothing but affection and adoration.

Conan chuckled, “Have a go, mate?” he asked in jest his cock twitching inside of me.

I turned my head and smiled at Kyle in a strangely shy invitation.

“No, bro… there’s no way I could top that right now. You guys enjoy yourself,” and with that, he retreated. I turned and looked up at Conan who looked down at me with an arched eyebrow.

I laughed, and he grinned, laughing too.

“That was good,” I murmured, and he smiled bigger.

“Aye,” he agreed. “That it was.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Roan…

The hours of waiting crept into days. Sitting and waiting gnawed at my nerves, and it left Lach and Sadie on edge as well. We passed the time, movies and what meals I could pull together in the kitchen. We didn’t dare leave the fortress that was the manse. We spent so much time together, and that was the one thing that made it tolerable, bearable.

I learned a great deal about Sadie, and how she liked it when I went down on her. How she enjoyed my attention, how it was different from Lach’s.

On the third day we could no longer take the pressure cooker atmosphere that had grown in the house, so we left for the afternoon. The system was left on high alert, and all incoming schedules were deferred or even canceled. No need in having the groundskeepers show up while the mines were armed.

We took in a crab pot lunch. Even in the cold, we were surprisingly happy.

Then a swing up to the Royal Indigo Hotel for drinks and live music. Sadie and I sampled their selection of ciders, while Lach seemed to almost float with some curious apple spice brandy.

There were no alerts, no notifications from the perimeter. Nothing on the cameras, nothing for the motion detectors but a few squirrels and a large black-and-white stray cat. “I’ve seen him before, I started calling him Sylvester,” Sadie laughed.

When we returned, the inside the house wasn’t stuffy and oppressive, it was warm and welcoming, as it had been to us for years. It was nearly dark, and while Lach and Sadie were debating the pros and cons of ladies going commando, I was considering what I was going to whip up for a light dinner. The crab lunch had been somewhat late in the day, but it was also not a heavy meal, certainly not enough to carry us through the rest of the evening.

Especially if the conversation continued as it had been. Lach was likening tearing off a pair of panties, especially nice panties, to unwrapping a gift that had thoughtful paper. She was laughing at him, and there was something about how many pairs of her thoughtful paper he had ripped in his haste to get his toy.

The lights went out, there was a five second pause, and then they came back on.

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