Page 51 of Fearless
“I don’t give a fuck even if you are a monster.” I placed my knees outside of his thighs on the mattress. “You’remymonster.”
“Really, Mari?” He stared at me as he breathed the question, as if he couldn’t believe it. “Even after seeing what I just did, you’re not afraid of me?”
“My love,” I stroked the back of my fingers down his cheek. “You make me feel like I don’t have to be afraid of anything. With you, I’m fearless.”
“My God, woman.” His voice grew thick and husky with desire. An erection already began tenting his towel as he pawed at me. “How are you so perfect for me? How are you always exactly what I need?” He searched for the answer in my throat with his tongue.
“Um.” Jandro cleared his throat. “Should I leave?”
“No,” Reaper and I protested in unison. We wore matching smiles as our foreheads nudged against each other. “Stay, Jandro.”
Twenty
MARIPOSA
My heart crashed so hard in my chest, I was certain both of them could hear it. Jandro looked a little dumbfounded, like he didn’t believe what he just heard.
“You’re sure?” His eyes bounced from me to Reaper.
Reaper pulled my shirt over my head as he answered. “Shut the door all the way, or else Hades will think he’s invited to this party.”
While Jandro did that, my top and bra were discarded on the floor. I slid off Reaper’s lap to stand while he pulled my jeans down. He was more attentive with my lower half, kneeling on the floor to pull the fabric down from my hips all the way to my ankles. I used his shoulders for balance as I stepped out of them. His spot on the floor put him right at eye level with my panties, and he took full advantage of it.
He placed a slow, smoldering kiss on the crest of my hip bone, hands inching up my ankles to my calves, where his fingers rolled into my flesh. Kneading the muscles with his skilled hands, his mouth ghosted a trail over my lower belly until his lips met my opposite hip. There, he used more teeth, sucking a hard kiss on the skin before soothing it with the flat of his tongue.
His breath through the fabric of my panties sent a shiver up my spine. My fingers curled into his hair with impatience. I wanted no barriers between that mouth and my skin. As his hands moved to the back of my thighs, Jandro approached us slowly.
“Where do you want me,Mariposita?” His voice was tight with restraint, like he had to hold back from just inviting himself in. Even though that was exactly what I wanted him to do.
“Right here.” I held an arm out to him.
He grabbed my palm and kissed it sweetly before moving in close enough for me to really touch him. His eyes stayed locked on mine as my arm wrapped around those thick shoulders. Always wanting to read me, to watch me. But I didn’t want him to pull back anymore, so I took his hand and placed it on my bare breast.
Jandro needed no further instruction. With a groan, his mouth fell to mine. I slid his cut off of his shoulders, then tugged up on the back of his shirt. We only separated at the mouth for him to take his shirt off, then he filled his palms with my breasts. He moved to stand behind me, rolling my nipples between the rough pads of his calloused fingers while moving his kisses to my neck. When I arched into him, he traced every curve, gliding his hands over me while the warm, soft pressure of his lips lit up every sensitive nerve like a match.
He had me so delirious and needy for his touch, I barely noticed Reaper had pulled my panties down my legs until I felt the rough stubble of his face on my inner thigh. When I looked down at him, he shot me a wry grin and smacked one side of my ass as if to say,remember me down here?
A jolt of panic hit me. Sure, I knew my way around a man’s body, but two at the same time? Even when I started to get a handle on loving two men, pleasing them both in bed seemed like a monumental task when there was only one of me.
Jandro must have sensed how my body stiffened up, because he wrapped an arm around my waist and turned my head to one side so he could kiss me.
“We’re here foryou,” he said as he molded the full length of his body against my back. “Don’t worry about anything youthinkyou have to do. Letusplease you.”
Reaper murmured his agreement as he nudged my legs apart, inching his burning kisses closer to my center. My knees were already weak, and I was all but certain my pussy would start dripping onto his face.
“Let me taste you,” he moaned greedily, pulling me forward with his hands on my ass until I was practically sitting on his face. Right where he wanted me.
I gasped at the heat of his mouth on my sensitive flesh, rising on my tiptoes to ease the pressure a little, but he was having none of that. He devoured me like I was his last meal, holding me in place with his unforgiving grip. He sucked me into his mouth, alternating between teasing nibbles and deep strokes of his tongue inside me.
I found a rhythm, rolling over his mouth as Jandro supported my upper body. His arms wrapped around me, somehow helping to hold me up while also setting me on fire. He moved with me, his torso following my writhing as I rode Reaper’s face. Jandro’s erection rubbed against my ass, reminding me of his own need as a counterpoint to mine.
No matter what they told me, I couldn’t bring myself to lay back and be selfish. To only take and not give. Part of my own pleasure was in giving, to hear those sexy masculine moans and watch them shudder as they lost control. And I wanted to ensure I gave to them just as much as they gave me.
With one hand still in Reaper’s hair, I reached behind me to stroke Jandro’s length through his pants. He hurried out of them quickly, all the while keeping one hand splayed on my belly to support me. When the hot, rigid flesh met the cleft of my ass, I wrapped a hand around the base and stroked upward. His pre-come already coated my palm, aiding in my gliding up and down to the rhythm of his tight breaths.
Reaper chose then to stop teasing me. Releasing my tender lips, his mouth dragged up to the tiny bundle of nerves that had been begging to be touched for ages. He stilled my squirming with a large hand on my hip, aided by Jandro’s forearm against my lower belly. I was no match for all the sensory overload—not Jandro’s mouth on my neck, his relentless torture of my nipples, nor Reaper’s mouth sealing over my clit or his fingers pressing inside me to curl against my contracting walls. Those fingers beckoned me once, twice. On the third time, I shattered.
My feet left the floor and I was weightless, held up by four strong hands I knew would never drop me. My vision danced with stars and my pulse thumped like my whole body was a giant drum. I felt it throbbing between my legs and every point of contact my men had on me. Someone cradled my head. Another set of hands supported my ankles.
