Page 28 of Kings
“She’s too sweet to be honest,” Bishop said, immediately dismissing the idea. “But it should be obvious enough.”
“Agreed,” Axel snorted. “Who goes first?”
“We flip a coin,” Bishop said, fishing into his pocket.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Ella pleaded.
“Heads, I give her head,” Axel said smugly. “Tails, you go first.”
Bishop tossed the coin and caught it with a snap against the back of his hand. The light in his eyes told Ella he’d won even before he declared it. “Tails.”
Axel rolled his eyes and dropped into the chair across from the bed. “Fine. Save the best for last.”
Bishop ignored him, walking over to stand in front of Ella, pushing her back onto the edge of the bed. “You ready, kitten?” he purred.
A shiver ran down Ella’s spine at the husky nature of his voice. It conjured memories of that phone call in her dorm room, but now she didn’t have to use her imagination to feel his hands sliding up her smooth thighs or his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties to pull them down.
“Bishop,” Ella murmured, letting her head fall back against the mattress as Bishop spread her legs open, her panties still dangling from one ankle. She caught the flash of lust in Axel’s gaze across the room as he looked his fill at what the other tom had just revealed. She felt more than exposed with the open air on her naked skin as Bishop’s fingers spread her pussy open. A second later, his mouth covered her as he dove between her legs and sucked the arousal pooling around her clit like he was biting into ripe fruit.
Ella’s breath hitched as his fingers dug into her thighs, and his tongue delved into her, sweeping upward in a forceful arc until the tip of his tongue pressed against her spot. She’d forgotten just how long his tongue was, and how good he was at using it to maximum effect.
“Interesting technique,” Axel mused, still watching them. Ella noticed his hand had slipped down into his lap and he was casually stroking his bulge over his pants.
Bishop’s chuckle sent vibrations across Ella’s skin, and she moaned, gripping the sheets around her as Bishop continued to eat her out. He alternated between using his tongue and sucking on her clit until she was writhing so desperately he had to keep her hips pinned to the mattress.
Ella’s fingers tangled in his hair, gripping hard as she rode against him, eager for the caresses his tongue was lavishing on her. Her breathing grew even shallower as he slowly worked her up to a crescendo and when it finally hit, the pleasure was shattering. It left her in a pitiful state, trembling and oversensitive yet still hungry for more.
“Fuck,” she breathed, staring dazedly up at the ceiling.
“Profanity. Impressive,” Axel said, pushing up from the chair. Ella noticed he’d unfastened his belt and his fly was half-open, strained from his erection and confirming the arousal in his heated gaze. “My turn.”
Bishop’s mouth was still on her as he licked the arousal from her wet folds. He clearly wasn’t ready to give up his position, but he grudgingly moved aside at Axel’s insistence and dropped back against the bed to watch.
True to form, Axel wasted no time getting on his knees and forcing her legs open. The flash of mischief and mayhem in his gaze as he looked at her from between her legs sent another surge of arousal through her. He dipped his head and started laving mercilessly at her sex, just as hungrily as Bishop had.
Ella went from overwhelmed to craving more, his merciless efforts leaving no room to do anything but submit or tap out. She certainly wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of the latter, but the pleasure he was givinghermade it hard to even think.
She squirmed, her thighs tensing in his grasp. Every thrust of his tongue was reckless and calculated, and he drew the moans out of her like a musician playing his master instrument.
“Fuck, she’s hot,” Bishop panted. Ella realized only then they were both touching themselves, transfixed on her movements and gasps. For the moment, they seemed to have lost track of the competitive nature of the arrangement, both men too focused on her to get sidetracked by their rivalry.
Axel unleashed a ragged moan of agreement as he dragged his tongue up against her slit, flicking the tip up against the underside of her clit. “Tastes like candy,” he murmured, burying his face in her pussy once more, his nose rubbing against her clit as he breathed her in.
Ella’s spine arched and she moaned his name as a tremble worked its way down her entire body. Her hips were bucking instinctively against him, but the force of his tongue as he delved into her once more kept her in place.
She could feel him trembling, his own breathing growing shallow as he stroked himself. He went from carefully choosing his every movement to elicit the desired reaction from her to giving in to his own desire. The more earnestly he licked and sucked, the faster his movements became. Bishop moaned in euphoria a moment before Ella came, and the thought of him pleasuring himself to the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy pushed her over the edge.
Axel wasn’t far behind, which was fortunate, considering that he was still ravishing her as intently as he had before the orgasm. He let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl that sent another shiver down Ella’s spine, and gave her one last lick before coming up for air.
His eyes were glazed with lust and madness, the animal within barely hidden below the surface. “Perfect,” he murmured, his tongue darting out to sweep up the arousal clinging to his lips.
The sight made Ella swoon, her ears still ringing as they climbed in on either side of her. The toms pulled at her selfishly, both vying for as much of her flushed body pressed between them as they could grope with their hands.
Axel’s lips found her neck while Bishop kissed her lips, forcing his tongue past them. Ella moaned softly, tasting herself on his tongue.
“So,” Axel said once he’d finally caught his breath, even though Ella was still a ways away. “Who won?”
“Mmh. I’d say it’s a tie,” Bishop admitted, nuzzling her.
