Page 24 of The Last Bell
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Lera
Iscream into the night, moisture slithering down my naked thighs as the tip of River’s tongue traces the hood around my swollen bud with quicklap lap lapsthat send jolts of sensation zinging through all my nerves. That would have me falling flat on my face if Coal and Tye weren’t now bracing my shoulders, Shade nipping my lips gently before pressing a string of kisses along my jaw.
Down my exposed throat. Along my swollen, aching breasts.
Shade’s tongue circles my nipple, the sensitive tissue already peaked and hard. When the male suckles on it, the slight ache of the pull shoots right to my apex. To where River teases me so so close to the looming release that my whole body shakes with the need of it, my sex, the backs of my thighs, my breaths, all trembling beneath the males’ unyielding hold.
“I do like those sounds almost as much as I like the lilac taste of you, lass,” Tye says with approval, now circling my other nipple with his tongue. “And Itrulylike where we have you just now.”
“Bastard.” The words come in pants, my body so aroused, I can barely breathe for the need.
“Oh, you’ve no idea,” Tye says, rising to whisper into my ear. “I’m just gettin’ started.”
Pulling me away from the others, Tye frees himself in one practiced tug, the tip of moisture on his pulsing cock catching in the starlight. The thick shaft is so long and thick, it curves slightly, the velvety skin stretched with taut, mouthwatering deliciousness.
Hooking his hands under my slick thighs, Tye lifts me easily into the air—and lowers me right atop himself. The large head of his cock penetrates my channel with slick precision, Tye sheathing himself fully a moment later before pausing to let me adjust to the great size of him. Before… Before nodding over his shoulder.
The emerald gleam in the male’s eyes is enough to send my heart racing, my channel gripping his cock as if that can help anything. I know it can’t, not beneath the males’ unyielding hands. And that somehow only feeds my need, whipping my throbbing sex to a new frenzy.
River’s woodsy scent touches me before the male does, coming up from behind to lather his fingers in my moisture while Tye holds me impaled on his cock.
“I will be inside you soon, Leralynn,” River promises, his hands now sliding to massage my backside, spreading it apart to the chill air and his slickened fingers. When he traces my rim, I clench it closed on instinct, despite longing for the feel of him there. For the feel of them all.
“That won’t work, and you know it,” River murmurs into my ear, his commanding voice as intoxicating as the feel of Tye’s cock filling my channel.
I wriggle anyway, though there is nothing to be done.
Slowly, keeping me wrapped tightly around him, Tye lowers to his knees and then his back with me astride him, his eyes glinting mischievously in the moonlight. Before I can so much as adjust my knees on the cool balcony floor, I feel a firm hand on my back, pushing me forward until my nipples brush tantalizingly against Tye’s hard chest.
With both hands now firmly on my bottom, River positions himself at my back hole.My heart races with anticipation, each beat echoing through my core. Through the magic that makes every touch a thousand times more exquisite. Intense. Unbearable.
Tye seizes my mouth, distracting me with his wicked tongue. I whimper against him. Draw a breath.
And that’s when River pumps into me from behind.
I feel a burn as his cock stretches me wickedly, the pain morphing at once to hot liquid pleasure. To a glorious fullness that fills my backside and my magic and my soul. River’s breath is warm and unsteady against my neck, his grunts of pleasure tickling my skin. Driving me mad.
For a moment, he stays there, letting me adjust. Then, as one, River and Tye start pumping in tandem. Slowly, sensually, filling my channels again and again with powerful thrusts that reverberate through my whole body. The heels of my hands dig into Tye’s rock-hard shoulders, the double fullness of his cock filling my sex while River’s claims my back hole stealing both my breath and my sense. Pleasure ripples through me in growing waves, the world swimming more and more with the powerful twin thrusts echoing through my core.
The heat of the males’ bodies wraps like a cocoon around me, their two cocks pumping in intoxicating harmony.
Thrust, thrust. Thrust.
They move faster as my body adjusts. Harder. The wet sounds of slick skin striking full force echo through the night, the males’ groans joining my breathless sounds in the night.
Thrust, thrust. Thrust.
The stars dancing in the sky meld with the ones waltzing before my eyes, my body a bouquet of sensation I can’t keep up with. Heat. Fullness. Desire. A slow, unrelenting climb up to the parapet of the highest cliff I’ve seen yet.
Without warning, River pulls me off Tye and up to my knees, still buried deep inside me. I growl at the loss of Tye’s pounding length, but River slides onto his back, leaving my pale breasts and belly—and sex—splayed wide open to the moonlight. Without hesitating, Coal kneels between my legs, his blond hair loose around his fiercely beautiful face, every ridge of his formidable body tightened with want. Purple specks already dance in his eyes.
My mouth waters at his long, thickly veined cock, twitching with his heartbeat.
He pauses at my opening, longing and uncertainty warring on his face.
“Trust me,” I whisper.You won’t hurt them.
