Page 32 of Maiming
“Yes, yes I like it. Please—” I don’t even know how to beg for what I want but I’m begging nonetheless.
And Rime has pity on me.
His hands leave me just long enough to shove his jeans down his hips. The carving lines veering down his torso direct my attention to the hard length of him and my throat goes dry as he leans over me. His tip teases and presses against me but never slides in like I really want.
We hold each other’s gazes for a moment: his taunting, mine lustful.
I don’t know what it is, but Rime was wrong; he is perfect. He’s so fucking perfect it’s hard to look at him and not be transfixed by every detail, every angle, every beautiful cut line of his body.
And when I look into his frost kissed eyes, I know the inside—deep, deep inside—matches his exterior. If you have the patience to wait for him to show you what’s beneath the surface, he’s perfect.
The demanding sound of his tormenting voice doesn’t reflect the affectionate way he’s looking at me right now.
Not even when he speaks once again.
“Are you going to be thinking of me and Chaos, while I’m fucking your pussy?”
He sinks in hard, his lips ghosting over mine, his question hanging in the air as I gasp against his words.
I nod to him. He smiles as his hips grind against my slickness.
“Good.”
I’m so wet and strung tight that the moment he kisses me I come against his shaft. He groans, deepening the kisses, his arms caging me securely. He takes his time thrusting long and slow strokes that drag against every part of my sex before sinking in hard once more.
We’re wound together even as Chaos’ teeth rake over my jaw line. I pull back just slightly. Rime turns and Chaos’ lips barely brush his before their tongues slide against one another. It’s a quick, flicking kiss that I feel deep within my sex. When Rime’s mouth claims mine again my fingers grip his hair hard, my teeth sinking into his lower lip as my hips pound harder against his.
A growl rumbles through his chest, his dick slamming into me hard enough to take my breath away. Chaos’ lips meet my neck, nipping and teasing as his cock grows hard again, pressing against the side of my hip. Rime keeps his arms in place on either side of my head but a big palm skims along my hip, wandering down, down, down. Chaos’ fingers slide over my clit, slipping down to feel the way Rime’s cock thrusts harder and harder into my pussy. A low groan hums against my throat and then pressure hard and fast circles over my clit as his hand works between hips. Waves of pent up energy crash through me, and when my sex clenches around Rime’s shaft a second time, his arms flex rigidly around me, his body stilling with tension locking into every muscle.
Chaos’ fingers slide slowly and sweetly against my wetness one more time before he pulls back, his head resting against my shoulder. The three of us lie like that, tangled together, sated but exhausted.
Rime’s dick pulses as he breathes me in, his gaze shifting over my eyes. I wish I knew what he was thinking right now.
His lips press slowly to mine and then I don’t have to wonder any more.
“I love you,” he whispers on a weak breath. The commanding tone in his voice isn’t there. Raw emotion is bared to me and I just stare up at him for a long moment.
When my lips part to speak, he kisses me again. He silences my response with deflecting affection.
“Don’t say it.” He cuts me off once more. “Let me fuck you and let me make you feel good. But don’t say it,” he whispers.
“Why—”
“Just don’t. Not to me.” Once more his mouth brushes over mine, and then he pulls back until there’s too much space between us.
Chaos hesitates as his attention passes between us. His palm pushes over my stomach and I’m still stunned and staring at the man above me. My heart hurts more with each passing second because I don’t know how to change the thoughts in his head.
The ones that make him think he’s not good enough to love.
My hand pulls at his from where he kneels between my legs and all I can do is curl into Chaos’ arms, pulling Rime down against me. Their warmth surrounds me. The hard beating of our hearts fills the span of silence that stretches on.
I can’t sleep and all I find myself doing is staring out with an empty gaze as I think hard about these beautiful broken men.
I won’t say it. I know what it’s like to be terrified of that four letter word.
So, I won’t say it to him.
But I won’t allow him to think he’s less than completely amazing either.
