Page 16 of Deathless
A sharp pain suddenly lit up my nipple, the pinching of the sensitive peak making my breath stutter and a whimper squeak out of my throat. The moment it was released, Santos’ tongue lashed over my clit.
“Oh, you fuckers planned this,” I groaned, hips bucking against his face.
“The specifics only a minute ago,” Torr admitted with a chuckle. “With lots of hand signals and mouthing to each other while you stripped so pretty for us.”
My retort was cut off by rough treatment to my other nipple, this time by Torr’s mouth. There was no softness as his teeth scraped and pulled. The sensation pulsed its way down to my clit, which was desperate for more attention from Santos’ tongue. My sweet fighter didn’t give it to me until after a short scream left my mouth, and Torr pulled away.
“Too much?” He took my chin in a hard grip, and even though I couldn’t see, I could sense him watching me carefully.
“No,” I panted.
Fuck, I was so close to coming already. The whiplash of having control and then losing it had me teetering on the edge. This place between them, the balance between my dominant partner and my submissive one, was exactly where I belonged. Exactly where I thrived. I needed to be Santos’ domme just as much as I craved being submissive to Torr. And the fact that the three of us found a way to satisfy each other, all at the same time, felt nothing short of incredible.
“Is that all you got?” I taunted Torr. “Blindfold and some nipple play? I thought you were going to punish me.”
Just because I let him dominate me in the bedroom didn’t mean I wasn’t also a brat.
There was a flurry of movement I couldn’t track, like Torr was arranging himself on the bed somehow. The next thing I knew, a hand cupped my nape and brought my head down, forcing me to pitch forward. My hands landed on muscular thighs and the blunt head of a cock brushed over my mouth.
“Good girls don’t talk back,” Torr said. “Open your mouth.”
I did as told, and hot, velvety skin pushed past my lips. Torr moaned as I formed a seal around him, making him wet with my tongue. I brought a hand up to grip his base, but to my dismay, he grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them against the small of my back.
“No hands. No eyes,” Torr commanded. When I moaned in complaint, he brought a hand down in a hard slap on one side of my ass. “You can do it. Suck me, good girl.”
Fortunately, I still had Santos’ mouth between my legs. That tongue laved over my pussy, sucking and licking me like it was his full-time job. After Torr’s no-hand command and the sting of his palm on my ass lingered, Santos rubbed over that same cheek, his hand soothing the heated, tender skin. Then he brought his fingers to join his mouth, stroking them in and out of me as he finally concentrated attention on my clit.
He was soothing my pains, pleasing me in equal measure to Torr’s punishment. God, what more could a girl want? I had sweetness and pain wrapped up in one incredible package deal.
Torr continued roughly playing with my nipples and spanking the hell out of my ass while I took more of his cock down my throat. Every muffled scream, whimper, moan, and slap earned me more of Santos’ treatment. Loving passes over my bruising skin, another finger to fill me, and the most perfect suction and pressure on my clit.
My hips ground down hard over his face, my orgasm moments away. At the same time, I felt Torr swell and stiffen between my lips.
“That’s a good girl, take me deeper,” he urged. “Let me shoot down your pretty throat.”
He had loosened his grip on my hands and I took the opportunity to massage his balls. He was too far gone to punish me anymore, his release on the precipice. His curses and groansfilled my ears, and Santos’ moans vibrated all the way up my body.
It was both of my men combined that did me in, sending me over the cliff in a rush of sensation. Hot spray filled my mouth, and I swallowed Torr’s release on the second wave of pleasure.
I removed the blindfold as I lifted away from Santos’ face and just had to pause, soaking in the sight of my men. They were both panting, muscled bodies glossy with sweat. Torr’s back was against the headboard, with Santos further down the bed and flat on his back.
To my surprise, there were stripes of cum on Santos’ stomach and chest. His cock lay against his lower abdomen, softening as the tip dribbled. “Someone wanna get me a towel?” he asked sheepishly.
“Did you…is that from without any touching?” I asked.
“Just barely, at the end,” he admitted. “If you and Torr would have taken a little longer, I might have been able to go completely hands-free.”
“Now that’s talent.” Torr tossed him a towel from the bathroom. “I haven’t been able to go hands-free since I was like thirteen.”
Santos smiled up at me as he wiped himself down. “What can I say? It’s pleasing our girl that does it for me.”
“Ourverygood girl.” Torr dropped onto the bed behind me, bringing an arm around my waist and a kiss to my neck. “You’re so fucking incredible, you know that?”
He kissed my shoulder, my upper back, and caressed me with such adoration and care. I knew this was him saying he loved me without using those words.
“I love you both,” I said on a contented sigh, kissing Torr over my shoulder first and then leaning down to kiss Santos.
“Love you, paloma,” my sweet fighter whispered reverently with a returned kiss and stroke of my cheek.
