Page 47 of Eight Embers

The thing is, I don't even care if this feeds me. All the little ways he's been nice and sweet to me since I met him are echoing in my mind right now, all the times everybody at school has been awful to him while he just tries to be good. He's easily one of the sweetest people I've ever met, and I want nothing more than to make him happy. To give him something that feels like it's just his. Maybe this is how we start that. “Wil,please.”

I'm rubbing my thighs together, because he's breathing hot air on my shoulder and my neck, teasing me like a madman.

He smirks at me, and once again I'm thinking Rush has taught him way too many tricks. I don't even know if that's true, but clearly Wil has been taking notes. “You need something?” And then he fucking runs a hand down his stomach and full-on grabs himself.

I'm certainly going to expire. This is how I die. The nerdy quiet boy has suddenly gone rogue, giving me classes in seduction.

“Holy fuck man, did not know you had this in you,” Spencer says in disbelief.

I giggle, because same. But then I moan, because Wil leans forward and bites down on one of my nipples. Their lust is putting my mind into crystal clear focus, but making it go hazy when Wil grabs my other breast with this other hand, pushing his face between them and touching them every way he's apparently been dreaming of touching them if his words have any stock to them. But I believe it. The way he's touching me is the product of many a dirty daydream, especially if he seriously doesn’t have any experience whatsoever. He knewexactlywhat he was going to do the second he gave himself the green light.

I love that for him. And me too, obviously.

They do in fact clean me very,verythoroughly. Then they do it again. Then, I'm exfoliated. Spencer even double washes my hair before coating it in conditioner, and opens the bar labeled ‘facial soap’ to carefully cleanse my face with.

At some point in there they manage to clean themselves as well, which is not as fun, but still necessary. And just when I think that maybe Wil has lost all of his bravado, he falls to his knees in front of me and looks up at me with the water sluicing through his curls. I’m unaccustomed to seeing him without his glasses, his eyes so intensely turquoise without the barrier of them.

He stares up at me before touching me at all, and it feels like an important moment between us. I've heard that they've done studies on how long it takes to hold eye contact with somebody before you can fall for them, and there's clearly something to it. Because after it stops being awkward, it starts feeling intimate. Starts feeling deep. It starts feeling like I want keep looking at him just like this for possibly many years to come.

And I will say the one thing that these bonds from the goddess do is assure me more or less that I can count on a future with the men I'm with now. Once made, the bonds are strong and true and it's so freakishly uncommon for anybody to dissolve them that that's not something I'm worried about. The goddess matches us up well, so I get flashes of us doing this years from now when we've had all kinds of experiences together, looking at him just like this and carving out time amidst a crazy day to just be together.

It's a very nice daydream.

I appreciate that Spencer doesn't try and rush Wil or anything, he just stands behind me with his chin on my shoulder, running his hands up and over my sides while kissing my neck. He's watching Wil as well, waiting for him to make a move, clearly not wanting to overstep.

And then Wil leans forward. He uses those long fingers the goddess blessed him with to part me open for him, studying me like he'll be tested on it later. After how thoroughly they just got done cleaning me, I'm sure I taste like soap, which can’t be the most appealing thing in the world, but by his expression you’d think he just tried drugs.

After the initial swipe of his tongue, he groans in the back of his throat, chokes off a bleat that tries to escape, and then divesright in without overthinking it. It's special though because it's Wil.

I know how far out of his comfort zone he must be, which makes his enjoyment of this even better for me. It's torture having to stay still while the two of them touch me and explore me, because I want to touch and explore them, too. I want to run my fingers through Wil's hair and lean on him for support, want to reach behind me to make Spencer feel good.

But I'm stuck. I'll start panicking about that later maybe, but for now, I can't take my eyes away from Wil. He's so beautiful on his knees before me, his face serene as he works my body with his mouth. What he lacks in experience he makes up for in enthusiasm.

Making a quick study, he tries all kinds of things until he gets a reaction from me, and then he keeps doing those things. In this way, he learns pretty quickly the best way to make me lose my mind, and it's surprisingly not very long before my lower belly starts to clench. It's warming and tightening, and I'm starting to get that floaty, high feeling in my head that always proceeds an orgasm.

When Wil reaches between his own legs to grip himself tentatively, using some slick he's taken from my body to do so, I very nearly combust right there.

And then there's that damn eye contact again.

I can only see his eyes peeking out from between my legs, can see his arm as he works himself, his other fingers running slow circles around my clit. And I give myself over to the sensation. I fall, knowing he's going to catch me.

He stands to kiss me as his fist works fervently over himself to make himself come, and by the burning in my arm, I know my magic is sick of waiting. So with his tongue down my throat, hishand jacking himself off, and Spencer behind me, I make Wil mine for real.

I'm still on high alert, wanting to watch his face when he can't delay it any longer. I’m not disappointmented at all. His forehead lands against mine as I feel him pour into my soul, breathing heavily together.

As far as orgasms go, it's pretty damn magical.

What I'm not expecting nor am I prepared for, is for him to shift immediately after he comes. His cute little goat hooves slip in his own mess, and he's bleating and crying out as he tries to get out of the shower.

“You think we can let the others take care of him for now?” Spencer whispers in my ear.

Now that Wil has been claimed, apparently the hotel is satisfied and lets me go. I'm able to take my hands off the wall and stretch my back in the opposite direction, relieving the ache that was starting to form there.

I'm quick to pull Spencer against me as my back hits the tile, wrapping my arms around his neck and hitching a leg up onto his hips.

Unsurprisingly, the fact that I was able to get a little bit of nourishment from Wil's orgasm tells me how he feels about me, and I already know that Spencer can offer me at least as much as he did earlier.

“I don't want this to be just about what I need; I want it to be about us. Earlier I said I wasn't ready for anything, but I should have known better. Now that I've had you once and I've kissed you, it doesn't matter. Knowing you’re mine actually changes everything. And I want to be with you, just for the sake of being with you. Not because I need to refill my magic stores.”

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