Page 55 of The Magic of Discovery
Quickly, I was spun around, gasping when Sloane’s length settled against my lower back. His teeth dug into the skin where my shoulder met my neck, and Fish trailed his fingers down my chest and over the swell of my breasts that were still hidden underneath my clothing.
“Tell me what you need, sweetheart. Do you want to watch us?” He studied my face, and I knew he was trying to read my feelings.
“Yes,” I breathed.Fuck, I want that.
“Tell him what to do, kitten. Make him yours,” Sloane encouraged, his voice husky with desire.
Fischer wanted this, no, heneededthis. This was their dynamic, and they were sharing it with me. I’d never been a dominant person, but the idea of being in control of this powerful man had adrenaline firing through my brain at a rapid fire pace. Plus, there was a part of me that was reveling in the fact thatIcould possibly give Fish what he needed sexually.
“Open his pants,” I whispered, eyes locked on Fish’s face. The side of his mouth lifted in a small grin as he pulled Sloane around so that they were both standing before me. He didn’t look away from me as he easily undid the button on Sloane’s jeans. The sound of his zipper lowering was loud in my ears, but my heartbeat was thunderous.
“Take my cock out, pet. Show her what owns you.”
Fuuuuck.
Fischer’s skin looked even darker in the dusky lighting. He dipped his hand into Sloane’s pants, the latter pulling up the hem of his black band t-shirt to mid-chest. His stomach was a work of art. Intricate flames wrapped up the entire left side of his torso, disappearing into his waistband.I wonder if it goes down his leg?Transfixed by the sight before me, I was completely frozen. Only my chest moved, its rapid rise and fall the sole clue I hadn’t spontaneously combusted. “Commando, Master?” Fish shook his head, a laugh leaving his mouth.
“Show her.” An order.
Inhaling sharply, I dared to drop my eyes to where he wanted them, nearly gasping when Fish pushed down Sloane’s jeans and I got my first good look. His dick was as beautiful as the rest of him. Not as big as Cam, but he was still thick and solid. Black hair was neatly trimmed, running from his belly button down.
“Kitten,” Sloane rumbled, and my eyes snapped up to his, “come here.”
I floated the few steps it took me to reach him.
“Fischer’s gonna be a good boy and swallow me like I know he’s dying to, and we’re going to watch the show,” he commanded, every bit of his alpha personality coming to the surface. Swallowing, I nodded.
“Begin, pet.”
Fascinated, I stared as Fish dropped to his knees, his hand wrapping around the wide base of Sloane’s cock. The tip of it was glistening with pre-cum, and Fischer groaned as he leaned forward and swiped his tongue over it.Oh my stars, I’ve never seen anything this erotic.
Sloane hissed when Fischer took him into his mouth, bobbing his head back and forth. I must have made some kind of noise because Fish’s eyes locked on mine, and he popped Sloane’s dick out of his mouth, swirling his tongue around like he was licking his favorite ice cream cone. A warm hand gripped the back of my neck, and I tilted my head up to look at Sloane. His lips crashed against mine, his mouth warm. Actually, really fuckinghot!
Whimpering, I pulled back, and he grinned down at me wolfishly.
“Sex heats me up, kitten, and it seems it does the same to you. You’re almost as hot as I am. Now, be a doll and grab his hair. Hold him there while I fuck his face,” Sloane directed, leisurely pumping his hips back and forth.Oh, my gods.
Glancing down to Fish, looking for some kind of consent, he grabbed ahold of Sloane, pausing his movements.
“Do it, sweetheart. I want it.”
Deciding it wasn’t my place to stand between my man and... his...our?... man’s cock, I stepped next to my sexy submissive mage and snatched a handful of his hair. Sloane didn’t waste any time before picking up his pace, his dick completely disappearing, over and over again.
“Kitten. Eyes up here.”
Forcing myself to look away from the hottest shit I’d ever seen, Sloane lifted my hand to his mouth, sucking on two of my fingers. His eyes were ablaze, and I clenched my thighs, seeking friction. If I didn’t come soon, I was positive I was going to die.
The way his tongue flicked over my fingers had me wishing it was between my thighs instead. He tugged my fingers out, groaning as his head fell back.
“Like that, take it. Fuck,” Sloane’s gravelly voice gritted out between clenched teeth.
Fischer sped up, bringing his hand up to squeeze his balls. With a growl, Sloane slammed his hips forward and spilled himself down his throat.
Stepping back until his still hard cock popped out of Fischer’s mouth, Sloane pulled his pants back up but left them undone and low around his hips. Fish stood, swiping the back of his hand across his lips and smiling at me as I tugged him over and kissed him. Sloane’s taste lingered, but I didn’t find it unpleasant.
“That was-”
“Not over, kitten. It’s your turn. What kind of men would we be if we left you wet and wanting?”
