Page 39 of Fire Kissed
GODDAMMIT!
My mouth takes his so fast and hard, the press of our teeth against my lips hurts. But the hum of his approval feels oh so good along my tongue. He freezes in place beneath me. There’s a moment where I think he’ll let me down gently. Ease away from the spark that’s always between us. Be the responsible man he always is.
Until big hands slide up my hips, over my stomach, and push over my breasts in a needy and greedy way. He fills his hands with my curves. Loki may truly have enchanted my bosom too. Because Torben’s touch feels so damn good. It tingles from my nipples all the way down to my core in blooms of pulsing pleasure.
My gasp against his mouth is silenced as he deepens the kiss. He brushes one hand down my body to grasp my ass, aligning me firmly against the hard outline beneath his jeans. Ever so roughly, he rocks his hardness perfectly against my sex. Buzzing electricity shoots through me with a gasp tearing from my throat. His body against mine feels like heaven. It’s the most perfect embrace of lust and maybe even more...
I gasp once more at the thought of loving him... He pulls back just slightly at my sudden change. Our gazes explore the emotions written all across our faces.
I do love him. The one man who would never let anyone in is the one who took me down hardest, I think.
And I know that’s why I can’t tell him.
Ever.
Instead, I glance away from the intensity of his gaze. Just to collide with an all-knowing one. Latham sinks to his knees right in front of me. His curious features search out what I’m hiding.
He always knows.
“You don’t have to be afraid of us.” His hand lifts, and he cups my face in his palm. “You look as scared as the day I found you. You’re still just as good at hiding it too.” His smirk is both parts sweetly adorable and sinfully sexy.
How does he always know?
The urge to kiss him strikes fast, and I’m covering his lips with mine just as fast.
I expect his hesitation. Especially after last time. Our relationship is confusing. It might always be. So I wait for him to pull away. But something’s changed between us. Maybe he believed me when I said I’ll never choose between the three of them.
Maybe none of it matters. Because he doesn’t leave me. In fact, he kisses me harder. He isn’t sweet though. He never fully is, is he? Because the moment he gets his hands on me, they shove right past Torben’s wrist, and he’s skimming his palm up my leg like he’s claiming what’s his. My thighs shift around his demanding touch. It’s light along my flesh and it sends volts of pleasure all through me with barely a fingertips brush along my inner thigh.
How would he have ever survived as just my friend? He really thought the two of us could live the rest of our lives without wanting to fit together in the deepest way possible? His finger teases the edge of my panties, brushing over the thin fabric with a light touch that’s just the barest hint of teasing my senses until every single thing I feel and see is Latham. He’s everything in that single second and yet... he’s hardly even touching me.
I need more.
My fingertips trace the lines of hard-cut abs. The valleys of his stomach lead me down his beautiful body. The waist to his jeans is tight against his hips. And yet the button pushes away easily beneath my fingers. His tongue tangles with mine faster then. His kiss is fervent. Every little move the three of us make feels heightened and electric. Sparks could fly the moment my hand slips down Latham’s waist and smooth, rigid skin meets my touch. He feels so good. His dick pulses at the feel of my fingers wrapping slowly around his thickness.
I’ve barely began a leisure pace along his shaft when sharp teeth drag over my lips, hooded eyes meeting mine as my moan shivers over his. The press of a kiss along my collarbone pulls at my attention. But Torben simply watches everything around us. It isn’t his mouth doing sensual things to the curve of my neck.
“You’re so sinfully sexy, Love.” Aric’s whispered words brush across my ear, sending those hypnotic words right through me. They shiver all the way down to my core.
Right when Latham’s fingers finally slip beneath my panties and down my sex. My gasp is devoured as Torben kisses me. Aric skims long fingers up and down my thighs, sliding under my dress to tease my flesh even more. I’m trembling in their hands. All of my senses are trembling from their many touches. I’m on edge. I’m tight rope walking an unsteady line of lust. I’ll surely fall.
With two fingers, Latham makes me fall apart entirely. His palm arches against me, hitting a spot deep inside just right over and over and over again.
My pace against his smooth cock tries to mimic the way he touches me. The rhythm between us is like a dance. A game. A fucking war of pleasures.
And just when I think I’ll lose the fight, Torben lifts my hips, and slides right in to join Latham against me. The head of his cock slips across my clit, and I pull back from him to watch the gleam in his eyes as he teases me while Latham works me. At some point, my dress is pushed down savagely as long, diligent fingers roll across my nipples. The deep press of a demanding pace within me and the pressure of Torben’s thickness against me is all too much. The three of them push me too, too far.
Blooming sensations wrack my body, pulsing from my sex and sending out waves that drift on through every inch of my being. The rush is unending. Time is suspended. For a single beautiful moment. It’s just the four of us.
I barely catch my breath when the pressure between my thighs becomes fuller. Torben watches me with as much diligent care as he does when he’s on guard. Except he isn’t looking for the danger in our lives. He’s looking for the excitement in my eyes. And he finds it as he sinks in inch by inch, filling me entirely.
A moan trembles over my lips. He pumps into me, and I take that slow building pace and give it to Latham, sliding my palm up and across the head of his cock before slipping all the way back down. His stature weakens, and he’s soon leaning into me, letting his heavy breaths whisper across my throat with every move I make.
It empowers me to know I can make these godlike men feel as good as they make me feel. So much so that I’m reaching back to pull Aric closer. His chest is against my shoulder when my hand slides down his lithe body. The hardness of his chest flows in guiding valleys down his stomach to the deep veering lines of his hips.
“Mmmm, make me feel good, Love,” he whispers along my ear while still holding me and peaking my nipples into aching mounds.
I shove his jeans down, and his cock springs out against the back of my hand, waiting and ready. It’s hard for me to focus on just one of them when all three of them are touching and tasting and fucking me into oblivion. Lips brush against my throat. My chest. My nipples. Fingers caress so lightly, it brings every nerve in my body to a tingling awareness. Every single part of me is alive and thrumming for more.
