Page 40 of Feral
“Well?” she asked, leaning back against the wooden rim of the tub. “Are you coming in?”
He snorted, walking closer. He took off his shirt and Ella found herself transfixed on his abs flexing as he pulled it over his head.
She looked away, but not soon enough to avoid getting caught. Bishop gave her a knowing smirk and made a point of slowly undressing the rest of the way, pulling his zipper down to reveal the sizable bulge in his boxers.
Ella’s mouth watered in spite of herself, but she couldn’t look away. She’d seen him naked before, but she was beyond the shame that had made her so bashful then.
He pushed his jeans and boxers down, freeing his thick cock, and Ella’s breath hitched in her throat as he climbed into the tub with her. She realized they weren’t alone as Sterling walked into the room and paused when he saw them. He seemed hesitant about staying, so Ella called after him, “Come join us?”
He and Bishop exchanged an awkward glance. It was obvious that as understanding as both men were of the situation, they’d never actually shared a female in heat, but Sterling undressed and came to join them. Ella moved to his side, eager to put him at ease.
To be fair, she’d been just as uncertain a few moments ago, but now that they were together, the idea of having them both to play with was too tantalizing to waste energy on trepidation. He seemed surprised by her sudden aggression, but when she kissed him, he returned it immediately.
She moaned in satisfaction as his hands roved her curves. The self-consciousness had faded, and she wasn’t sure if it was because of the heat, or how worshipfully he’d tended to every inch of her body the night before. Probably a bit of both.
Ella was lost in Sterling’s kiss, having all but forgotten they weren’t alone when she felt something hard and firm against her back. She sank back against Bishop’s muscular chest as he cupped her breasts in his hands, fondling her gently.
The touch immediately spiked her arousal and she lost track of whose hands were where. She turned to face Bishop, still seated on Sterling’s lap. He kissed the back of her neck as Bishop’s tongue delved into her mouth. Their hesitation didn’t last long as they soon adapted to working in tandem.
Ella slipped her fingers into Bishop’s hair and gasped as Sterling lifted her up enough to position himself at her entrance. She moaned as he filled her once more, grinding against his lap as she pulled Bishop in for a deeper kiss.
“Ella,” he breathed, his own fingers tangled in her hair. The steam filling the room made the whole thing feel even more like a dream.
Sterling’s hands traveled up the soft curves of her hips as he continued working her neck with his tongue enough to make her shiver. Bishop was pressed against her, his stiff cock rubbing up against her stomach. Ella reached between them, her fingers itching to touch him.
Bishop let out a low growl of need against her lips as she stroked him. His fingers bit into her shoulders, and she felt the same possessive need course between them as she’d felt with Sterling all along. The flavors of their lust were distinct yet equally pungent, and she couldn’t get enough of either.
When Sterling hit just the right spot inside of her, Ella’s body went rigid before her spine arched back and she gave a delirious moan. Bishop caught her with his arm around her waist, lowering his head to claim her nipple between his lips.
His stimulation of the erogenous zone just brought her closer to the edge, and when he stopped suddenly, she let out a helpless whimper.
There was a devilish look in his eyes as he stared down at her. “She’s close.”
“Mmh,” Sterling murmured in distracted agreement, still nuzzling her neck as he held her on his lap. Ella knew it had to take restraint not to thrust into her as he’d done the night before, but she found this position a nice change of pace, being in control of both their pleasure. He seemed to be perfectly content with the arrangement as well.
“You know, I’m pretty good at holding my breath,” Bishop said against her lips. Before Ella could ask what he was talking about, he took a deep breath and disappeared beneath the water.
She gasped as he reappeared between her legs, running his tongue along her clit. The combination of the intimate touch and Sterling’s cock buried fully within her was almost too much. She leaned back against the older tom, reaching back to dig her fingers into his hair as the other man took her sensitive flesh into his mouth.
Between the two of them, the pleasure was more than she could bear. Sterling was still teasing her nipples with light pinches and alternating caresses as he came, and she released a cry of ecstasy.
Bishop finally resurfaced, running a hand through his damp locks as he caught his breath. There was a triumphant smirk on his face as he watched her, but far more arousal. “Guess I didn’t have to hold it for long.”
Ella gave him a half-hearted glare, climbing off Sterling’s lap to let him recover. She pushed Bishop against the wall of the tub and kissed the smirk off his face. He moaned against her lips, his hand traveling around to rest on her backside. He squeezed the soft globes, pulling her up against him.
She was still panting from her last orgasm, but she wanted him.
No.Neededhim.
And she wanted him to make good on every promise he’d made during that phone call.
Bishop put his hands on her hips, lifting her onto his cock. She ran her nails down his scalp, savoring the way it felt to have him easing inside of her. She’d imagined this moment so many times, but it was so much better in reality.
Bishop’s arms wrapped around her firmly as she rode him, as if she wasn’t already clinging to him tightly enough. His breath was ragged and raw against her lips, and the heat between them made the water feel cool in comparison.
A ravenous hunger overtook Ella, building up momentum rather than slowing down. The need within her was growing, and even as the irresistible males tending to her addressed one, another rose up to take its place.
“Fuck,” Bishop panted against her lips, looking down at Ella, taking her full breasts in his hands. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
