Page 18 of Endless
"Yes," I choked out in a strangled whisper. Shadow's hand found my clit at Reaper's command and strummed me with practiced expertise. My body wound up tight like a bowstring between them, unable to move or ease how they tormented me from either end. All I could do was feel and take.
I whined louder, desperate and needy as Shadow's fingers walked me toward another orgasm. His cock swelled inside me and amplified that need. The sting of Reaper's grip in my hair and his pressure on my throat swept me up in a perfect, raging storm of pleasure that was nearly painful.
My orgasm hit me like a bolt of lightning, spreading through my nerves like an all-consuming wildfire. Fingers curled into the flesh of my hips and heat flooded my core. Shadow moaned out his orgasm, the sound deep and animal-like over the blood pounding in my ears.
Pressure released on my neck and the room spun, the pulses of my orgasm suddenly squeezing around nothing. Then just as quickly, a thick cock pressed into me, driving deep and taking me with long, aggressive thrusts with no preamble.
Reaper, I realized in the dizzying haze of my orgasm. He was behind me now, looking down at where he was fucking me like he promised he would. His arms were tight and corded from where he gripped me roughly. His abs flexed with each rough thrust against my ass, and his breaths dragged raggedly out of his chest.
He barely gave me any chance to recover, and I felt another orgasm building. My frayed nerve endings had no choice but to respond to the rough, delicious assault of him.
A caress on my cheek brought my attention forward. Shadow. He kneeled on the bed in front of me, his softening cock glossy with my wetness. I rested my head against his hip, so weak and wobbly as Reaper fucked me into oblivion.
"That's it. Lean on me, lover," Shadow purred with a gentle stroke over my hair. "Is it too much?"
Reaper slowed his thrusts just a fraction at the question, waiting for my response. He'd make it intense, maybe even painful. But he'd never give me more than I could handle.
"No...no, it's just...ohh, fuck!"
Another orgasm rippled out of me, much to Reaper's delight. He swatted my ass, grunted out some curses, and kept up his brutal pace. He overloaded my senses in the best ways, and I found myself grabbing and clawing at Shadow through my release.
"Yes, use me, lover." Shadow stroked my neck with light, reverent touches. The one thing he would never do was grab my throat. "Scratch me, bite me. Take what you need to let it out."
Reaper drove into me even harder at that, as if taking the offer as a challenge. I looked at him over my shoulder while clinging to Shadow’s waist like a lifeline. Reaper smirked back at me before lifting a hand to smack down on my ass again. He wanted to drive me into a frenzy of orgasms and practically maul Shadow in the process.
And I was helpless to do anything but take it, holding on to Shadow with nails and teeth while I came apart.
My pleasure rose and fell in intensity, but it never felt like each orgasm actually began and ended. They rolled into each other like waves crashing on a beach as Reaper crashed into me. I groaned, gasped, and screamed, clawing at the solid wall of Shadow and making his skin bright red. He hissed and grunted but loved the pain, especially when I was rough with him during an orgasm. I could never hurt him seriously, so I didn’t hold back as another bolt of pleasure stabbed through my clit like lightning. My mouth latched onto his hip bone, teeth clamping down as his body muffled my scream.
“Oh fuck, I love it when you come this hard.” Shadow’s grip was loose in my hair, just keeping the strands out of my face.
“Can’t take much more,” I panted, leaning my forehead on his lower stomach.
“Oh, you’ve got at least one more in you,” Reaper taunted, his breath tight. He was rock-solid and expanding inside me, his forceful rhythm stuttering as he neared his limit.
Shadow stroked down my side, his fingers grazing the edge of my breast, and I shivered at the contact.
“She’s really sensitive everywhere.” Shadow sounded pleased, continuing a featherlight touch down to my waist and across my back. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Keep touching her like that.” Reaper’s voice was bright with a new idea, his rough thrusts slowing down to deep, languid strokes.
My body was abuzz with the change in sensations, the gentle strokes almost more intense than the spanks and hard fucking. Shadow’s touch continued up my back, bringing on another body-wracking shiver when he reached the nape of my neck. He then dragged his fingers down on either side, reaching underneath me for my nipples.
I cried out when he rolled them between his fingers, the peaks so taut and sensitive it was nearly painful. “No, don’t stop,” I begged when he paused.
Shadow’s pleased rumble vibrated over me, eliciting another shiver, like he’d touched me with another limb. “Can you come for us one more time, lover?”
“I…I think…” I was in some hazy place between feeling numb and overly sensitive. My heartbeat wouldn’t slow down, and I was exhausted.
Shadow pinched down harder. At the same time, Reaper delivered a smack to the other side of my ass on unmarked skin. The sharp sensations at both points brought my focus back, gave me something new to chase amidst the constant buzz in my body.
“Oh, fuck yeah, that’s it.” Reaper’s thrusts stopped altogether as I rocked back and forth on his length, using him to ride the high I needed. “Fuck me, sugar.”
“Spank me again,” I begged.
He did so, rubbing the tender flesh in between each hard smack of his palm. My orgasm was finally building, growing like a fire as I kept pressing back and riding him desperately. Shadow kept my nipples clasped between his fingers, holding firm and steady as I came apart.
I lost count of how many times Reaper spanked my ass, but when I finally shattered, he was there with me. I sank into the mattress, well and truly spent by the shockwaves rolling over me. Reaper grabbed my hips for his final surge forward, shuddering and cursing as he spilled his release. His hands slapped to the bed on either side of me, keeping himself from collapsing onto my back.
