Page 79 of Deathless
“Santos! What’s wrong?” I tried to pull away but his strength was unmatched.
“Fine,” he bit out. “Just circulation coming back, it’s gonna hurt for a bit.” We ended up on the floor, him flat on his back and me still on top of him.
“You sure you’re okay?”
“I’m perfect.” He did a small roll of his hips, making me gasp. “When I’m with you like this, it’s impossible to be anything short of that.”
I couldn’t help but admire the indentations in his skin left behind by the rope. They would fade soon but were beautiful reminders of his devotion to me.
Tracing them with my fingers, I said, “You have been very good, and still haven’t come yet.”
“You told me not to, paloma.” He said it like it was so simple, his broad hands spanning my hips and running up to my waist. “Use me to make yourself come, and let me touch you. Please?”
“Touch me all you want,” I purred, pressing my palms into his chest. “I’m just as much yours as you are mine.”
His grip clamped down on my waist as he bucked into me. My head threw back with the impact. As I crashed back down, my eyes found the two men on the bed again.
Hudson’s skin was flushed, his breaths coming in fast, desperate pants as Devin jerked him with a quickening rhythm. I found myself riding Santos at the same pace of Devin’s hand, my breaths finding sync with Hudson’s. When he let out the first strangled groan of his orgasm, I was right there too.
Santos’ fingers dug into my hips as I convulsed along his length, but my good boy remained solid as iron inside me. On my descent from the high, I folded over him and pressed a breathless kiss to his mouth. “Come with me on the next one,” I whispered.
“Won’t be long,” he groaned through clenched teeth.
I sat upright just as Devin wrung the last jolts of pleasure from Hudson, his hand now taking a smooth, leisurely journey from the swollen head to the thick base.
“Devin.” His name left my mouth like an incantation.
And like he was being summoned by me, he gave Hudson a final squeeze and a kiss before rising from the bed. His erection was heavy and taut, bobbing stiffly as he stood. My eyes traveled up Devin’s body until our gazes met. I felt the need to say something, to ask for permission to touch him or ask if he was still okay with everything.
But before my scrambled, already well-fucked brain could string together a sentence, he stepped forward, bringing that jutting erection right in front of my face.
I leaned forward, lips parted, with my gaze never wavering from his. My tongue could dart out and taste him, but I paused mere inches away. He did not step back, nor did he look conflicted in the slightest. Instead, he brought his fingertips to the side of my face. With that small, tentative gesture, he urged me forward.
And I gave in to the temptation I never thought would happen.
My lips stretched around him, tongue leading the way. With a groan and a slight thrust forward, Devin’s hand on my face became a more solid, sure touch. He cupped the side of my cheek, long fingers brushing back my hair like I was the most precious thing.
Santos began a slow, deep roll of his hips beneath me, holding me steady. While I crashed down to meet him, I began a tentative exploration of Devin as I took more of him in my mouth. A hand trailing up the long, lithe muscle of his thigh, fingers spreading wide when I reached the front of his hip and lower stomach. I followed the diagonal lines from his hip bones to the base of his cock, where I wrapped my fist around that stiff length.
The three of us got swept up in a rhythm of grunts, moans, ragged breaths, and slaps of slicking flesh. It was messy and pornographic. My legs ached and I was exhausted, wrung out on all the orgasms I had already, but I would not stop this for anything.
I looked up at one point to see Hudson standing behind Devin, their mouths locked in a brutal kiss as tattooed arms snaked over Devin’s body. One hand slid down, caressing over Devin’s stomach and hip, heading lower. That hand found its prize a moment later, cupping and massaging Devin’s balls.
Desperate moans came from above me and his cock swelled in my mouth. Pleasure coiled in my clit despite my fatigue, and Santos’ cock kicked inside me, urging me toward that peak. When a cool chest pressed against my sweat-slicked back, I would’ve grinned if my mouth wasn’t full. Of course Torr had to rejoin us for the finale. It only felt right this way.
“Come for us,” he commanded in my ear, fingers running down to my pleasure center. “For all of your men. Give us one more.”
My final orgasm unfolded slowly, pleasure bursting at each point of contact. Santos’ wet heat spilling inside me, Devin filling my mouth as Hudson handled him, and the weight of Torr’s hand at the center of it all, his voice guiding me to bliss.
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SANTOS
Devin and I moved silently through the dark. It should have been pitch-black, but I was somehow able to find my way without issue, and he followed me with no complaint. Perhaps Tezca was lending me some of his night vision. Either way, I wasn’t about to question this gift.
We had gotten out of bed way too early for this, didn’t get anywhere near enough sleep after that incredible night with Rori. But I didn’t feel sleep-deprived, and I’d venture a guess that Devin didn’t either.
I was alert and as sharp as the edge of my machetes. All of my senses honed in on my surroundings. I was a primed and ready weapon, just waiting to be used.
