Page 38 of To Claim A King
A light kiss pressed against my neck at the same time another nuzzled into the tender skin below my ear. They were soothing touches, not sexual or suggestive, but the turn in my belly shifted the energy housed beneath my skin.
My puffy eyes and swollen cheeks were tomorrow’s problem. Makeup could mask their effects well enough. I needed a balm for the pain in my heart, a salve to stifle the burn. These men—mymen—could offer that escape.
I reached my hands down to grasp each of theirs—Lucky’s resting on my hip and Aaron’s gently cupping the underside of my ribs. I interlaced our fingers and squeezed with little vigor, just enough to get their attention.
“Distract me,” I begged, too tired to demand, and too needy to care. “Please.”
The words remained suspended above our heads until my dark knight broke the spell.
“As you wish,Mi Reina.”
Aaron’s honeyed eyes stared through mine as his fingers released their grip, sliding down the crest of my hip where my sleep shorts sat on my skin. He dipped into the seam, dragging them down my thighs at an agonizingly slow pace, the depth of his gaze leaving me tingly and wanting.
Lucky helped him pull down the other side as his lips latched onto the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder. He sucked the muscle between his teeth and nipped the nerve, shooting zings of current straight down my spine and deep into my belly.
Aaron’s hands traced the line back up my legs as he completely removed my shorts, bypassing my pussy to skim the skin of my abdomen. Landing on the swollen undersides of my breasts, he palmed them with a soft squeeze, rubbing his thumbs in concentric circles over my nipples.
I writhed between them, moisture seeping from my pussy onto the front of Lucky’s PJ pants. When I ground against the head of his stiffening cock behind me, his curses broke the silence and he thrust up into me in response, the cloth-covered head barely giving me any of the friction I needed.
“Mo—” I tried to moan, but the heat of Aaron’s mouth completely cut off my plea, the taste of fresh toothpaste and mafia man deliciously invading and holding me prisoner. He attacked my mouth like he attacked my nipples, thoroughly and demanding, each pass of his tongue and thumb inciting a riot of pleasure through every facet of my body.
Lucky massaged down my hips, thick fingers stroking along my seam. His shudder of excitement vibrated through me as he delved a little deeper, coating the tip of his index finger in my wetness.
“You’re so fucking wet for us, love.” He cooed the praise into my hair, pushing the finger entirely inside me. I welcomed him greedily, thrusting against his hand as he curled one digit up, stroking my walls with delicate precision. “I can’t wait to sink my cock into you and fill you with my cum.”
When Lucky turned off the charm and turned on the dominant dirty-talker, my brain re-wired, like it was adjusting to the phrasing of a new language. I relished it, eager to forget the burning sensation in my chest by embracing the sensations in my core.
Another body-wracking shudder bolted through me when he added a second, then third finger, scissoring them inside my channel, deliciously alerting so many nerves at once.
Aaron’s erection pressed hard into my thigh, but it grew impossibly stiffer at Lucky’s words. Apparently, his dirty talk had the same effect on both of us.
My hands found the seam of Aaron’s boxers under the confines of the covers. I reached in, to pull out the steel rod seeping pre-cum, and brought it to my pussy, teasing the tip against my clit with languid strokes of the shaft.
He let out a rough gasp at the contact, but an even rougher gasp came when Lucky removed his fingers from my pussy and gripped Aaron’s cock instead, jerking him off with a firm hand over mine as we both brought his tip to my entrance.
“Ever tandem fuck before, Daddy?”
Aaron looked over my shoulder, locking eyes with Lucky with a manic gleam of lust. “No,Rojo. But I will tandem fuck with you.”
Oh God. Oh… God. Yes. This was a good distraction. My two men, enjoying pleasure with me, with each other. Yes, yes, yes.
Lucky pulled down his sleep pants with his free hand as he continued to grip Aaron’s cock in the other. His heavy erection slapped my ass cheek, skin-to-skin, the sticky residue of his own pre-cum leaving its mark.
“Blondie,” he whispered into the nape of my neck, “we’re going to take turns with you, alright? A thrust for a thrust. You just need to be a good girl and take it, okay, love? Be our good girl, and take our cocks like you own them.”
Tremors of anticipation wracked every nerve ending as he lined up behind me. Aaron’s lips latched back onto mine, capturing my sigh as Lucky’s thick cock entered me from behind. He wasn’t gentle. His thrust was wild and aggressive, wedged in as deeply as he could get at this angle. Just as abruptly, he pulled out, leaving me empty and wanting.
“Your turn, Daddy.” The directive came out on a strangled gasp, desperation and lust carrying through every syllable. My Dark Knight shifted his weight, gripped his shaft, and plunged into my heat. My body convulsed with pleasure at the intrusion.
“Fuck,Mi Reina.” Aaron’s praise was also uttered through gritted teeth. “You will milk us both with that pretty pussy. I will be undone in minutes.”
“Just wait your turn, Daddy,” Lucky teased, nudging him with a hand on his hip, urging him to pull out. “That’ll help you last.”
Aaron’s acquiescing grunt accompanied him leaving my body, but no sooner than I had time to experience the pain of longing Lucky entered me from behind again, flooding my body with salacious sensation.
I floated between them as they sunk into a rhythm, each taking their turn with quiet, almost-practiced movements, showering me with kisses between their thrusts. I let them consume me entirely, allowing them to use my body for their pleasure, savoring each grunt and groan as they wrung me dry.
Their lips left my body to explore each other. Their mash of tongue and teeth hovered right above my head with each drive of their dicks inside me. Lucky’s lips left Aaron’s for mine, his tongue leaving the taste of my mafia man in my mouth before the mafia man himself claimed me, the three of us locked in a messy three-way kiss.
