Page 46 of Seduced By the Mermen
Her thighs contract, and she twitches. “Don’t stop. Please.”
“He’s a little ass, Blair. You better keep begging or he might stop.” Clark laughs.
There’s a piece of old me that slows. Fuck, I’ve lost that male. The one who likes to play with control. I’m lighter, kinder. I should be, with her. She’s been through so much... I want it back. I slow, releasing the pressure.
Chapter 19
Blair
“Don’t stop. Please. I’ll beg if I have to.” My orgasm is right there. I’ve never wanted something so much. I’ve never begged for something before. Will he stop if I don’t? Something in me says he won’t. It’s a game. But a game we can both win.
“That’s it, Blair.” Clark presses his lips to mine. He swallows down my moan, while Alexei’s tongue and finger sink back into a rhythmic thrust again. It builds in my core. Another swipe of his tongue and my vision darkens into sparkling ink. I’m alive. My hips thrust into his face. He doesn’t slow, even when I clamp my knees over his ears.
Clark’s calculated kiss has me spiraling deeper into the glittering blackness. I’m on fire, twisting and ratcheting against their bodies. They’re driving my body to an abyss I want to plunge into over and over.
Even when I come all the way down, the aftershocks ping through my body. My nervous system’s broken. Flashes flicker in the weirdest places, from my neck to the base of my spine. “I think you might have broken me,” I say with my eyes closed.
Reality pushes its way in. Never in a million years would I have thought when I got dressed this morning to go to the teashop for a polite date, a chaperoned outing, that I’d manage to end up in a bed at the Mason apartment, having aftershocks in the back of my knee. The back of my knee?
“You are far from broken.” Alexei crawls up the side of the bed. He takes my chin in his hand, turning my face. “You are perfect and better than a queen.” His lips are on mine. His kiss is demanding, domineering. Quakes resurface in my core. He pulls back, his hand still on my chin.
“I don’t want to be perfect.” Perfect is what my ex expected. Demanded. Something I was never close to. Screw perfect.
Alexei hums and smiles at me. He wiggles his eyebrows and rolls to his side. Clark’s on my other side, reclining on his elbows. “You’re exactly what I want,” Alexei counters.
It’s a lot, to think they can give me a shattering moment and not be wagging their dicks in front of my face. But then I want to touch them. But where to start? Awkward nerves are building again. I run my fingers down their chests, one hand on each of them.
Alexei hisses. Clark groans. The fact that they still have their clothes on is a shame. I give Alexei’s tunic a tug. It’s dark, a rough silk-like fabric. Clark’s is cream, of a lighter fabric, and wrinkles between my fingers as I fist it.
“Off.” My voice gives me chills. I don’t demand, ever.
Alexei’s chuckle fills the room. “I like bossy Blair.” His tunic lands on the floor. His pants have laces instead of a zipper, and it’s meltingly hot.
While I’m watching Alexei, Clark has slipped out of his tunic and I’m left holding it. I laugh and toss it onto the floor. Then I’m on my knees, my arms thrown over Clark’s shoulders. Light and dark, that’s what these two are.
Alexei’s hands settle on my hips. I’m panting as I grind back into his groin. He’s hard. His cock pushes into my ass. I’m lost.Clark’s careful kisses push my head back into Alexei, whose attacking my neck.
I push my foot flush on the mattress and step over Clark’s knee. He pulls me up against him, dragging my other leg over his until I’m settled on him, his cock sandwiched between his amazing abs and my belly. I rise up until I’m grinding on him.
“Shit.” Clark closes his eyes. He has one hand on my butt—the other he puts on my shoulder, holding me in place. “You’re sure you want to take this to the next level?”
Alexei growls into my ear. He’s definitely of the “take action” mindset.
“Yes.” It’s a soft hiss.
“Say it louder for him, Blair. Beg, like you did for me.” Alexei’s fingers press into my hips.
A gasp escapes my lips. “Yes, fuck me, Clark.”
He quickly removes his pants. “Thank you, Blair.” It’s part gratitude, part growl. His hands wrap around my upper arms. He lifts me up and down. There’s no fumbling. His cock pushes in. My head snaps back. I’m in a trance.
So stretched.
Clark lets go of my arms, and I lower myself slowly. Carefully. If I thought it was overwhelming before, I had no idea. Having Clark inside me has those electrical shocks firing through me again.
“You can take it, Blair. You’re doing amazing,” Clark says, one hand on my breast, the other on my butt again, pulling me closer.
“You want it, Blair. You want all he can give you. You want all I can give you,” Alexei whispers in my ear. A finger trails down my spine, slowly. It’s tantalizing, the way my focus splits. My back arches both to it and away from it. My neck stretches.
