Page 47 of Seduced By the Mermen
When I open my eyes, I’m staring at the gleaming metal ceiling. Our shadows reflect back down at us. Not quite a mirror.But it’s erotic how Alexei’s holding me up. His other hand gathers my hair, and he tugs. The stretch ripples down my back to my core. I’m clenching and pulling back against his hold as my nerve endings sing to me. Firing against all my thoughts. Alexei’s finger trails between my butt cheeks. His leg lifts me, his wayward fingertip continuing on to the bud of my ass.
I gasp.
“Not yet, boss?” he growls into my ear. “That’s okay. It’s just pressure. Take the good male for a nice ride. He’s safe. He won’t hurt you.” Alexei licks down the side of my neck to my collarbone. Does that mean Alexei will hurt me?
There’s a graze on my neck, a tension that I open to. I tilt my head, giving him more access. I want him to bite me. That’s wrong. But I can’t help it. I want more.
I’m rocking on Clark, pushing on the tension of his cock. But I want the pinch of pain from Alexei. My butt clutches at Alexei’s finger pushing on my ass. His mouth on my neck, I lean away, giving him lots of room. It’s instinct.
“Blair,” Clark’s voice rings. “Don’t offer things you’re not ready for.”
In a snap, I straighten my neck. Our eyes lock. What was I doing? I take Clark’s lips in mine. Now I’m in control, forcing his careful kiss into an uncareful mess without thought. Clark’s hand pushes between us, and with two flicks of my clit, I’m firing off. Bouncing between the walls of muscle that confine me in the middle of the bed. My throat is going to be raw from the noises escaping it. My eyes dart to the rough shadows on the ceiling. This one hits me like a truck. I’m flattened all at once.
Clark flips me onto my back. His thrusts fire through me. Tension builds in me again. I watch his dark brown eyes. It’s amazing. He’s so close to coming. I tilt my hips and grip my feet into his lower back.
“You’re going to kill me, Blair. So good.”
I arch my back, and it builds in me again. I can’t come again. It can’t be possible. I’ve never come from sex before.
Alexei tilts my head to his. His kiss is a blur. A hand clamps down on my breast. “One more, Blair. Give us one fucking more. One more, because I’m a greedy bastard.” His head vanishes from my side.
“So beautiful, Blair,” Clark says. His hand pushes under my neck, and my head turns to the ceiling. Blurred figures move on the reflective bed. It’s how I know to brace myself.
Alexei’s finger slips into my ass. And I give him what he wants. I shoot off. I’m lost. I don’t know... anything. Clark screams into the night. And I’m definitely broken now. I’m on fire. Every cell in my body explodes together. My eyes slam shut.
This time when I come down, they aren’t aftershocks. They’re convulsions.
I’m lost—I open my eyes and lock on to Clark’s brown ones. “Whoa.” It’s not eloquent, and not nearly enough to tell him, them.
Them. I just had sex with two men. Two. I’m okay. I didn’t burst into flames. I wasn’t pulled into hell. Though my vagina’s going to need a rest. No... I’m going to need a rest.
There’s a creak by the door. Wearily, I let my head turn and open my eyes. Sterling’s stern face glares at me. His forehead furrows. And my skin heats again. How in the heck can I be anything but limp pasta after everything my body has gone through?
Sterling’s chin twitches, and he pivots out the door.
Chapter 20
Blair
The cool bathroom tile is refreshing on the soles of my feet. “Thanks for understanding.”
They’re both waiting outside the door, their perfectly sculpted bodies on display. Alexei’s cock stands straight out. He told me this wasn’t about him. Clark’s is like a divining rod too. Even after what we’ve just done.
If I’d let them, they would have come in with me and washed me. Aftercare—I suppose that’s what it’s called. All I’ve ever gotten before on a few occasions was the ex willingly sleeping on the wet spot. And I think that happened maybe three times in our entire marriage. So, no, I suppose I don’t know what aftercare is.
The two of them stand at the door looking like opposite bookends. Alexei’s hair is dark blond, and he has blue eyes. Clark has light brown hair with brown eyes, but it’s more how they come across. Or maybe I’m being influenced by the shirts they had on? I don’t know. But they do good cop, bad cop really well.
“I’ll be okay.” I shut the door slowly on them. I’m wondering whether I’m going to be able to walk tomorrow.
The shower’s different here than the one back at Glyden, but I should be able to make it work, right? How different can a shower be? I step into the glass and steel area next to the toilet.
“Runche tio?” a voice echoes in Dorian.
“Sorry, I don’t speak Dorian,” I say to the ceiling.
“You okay in there, Blair?” Clark asks through the door.
There’s a two-tone noise that drops, and then the voice asks, “What temperature?”
