Page 156 of Spark of Sorcery
I lose myself in those silver eyes.
“He carried me over to my bed and then he slid his fingers inside me and made me come while he sucked on my throat.”
“Fuck, yes,” Dray mutters, stroking his hands up my calves. “You like reliving it, don’t you, Kitten? You like telling your protectors all about it.”
I hesitate, then nod.
“And I like it too,” Dray says, “I’m so hard listening to you talk about it.” He takes my hand and then he’s dragging me off the chair and has me straddling his lap.I can discern just how hard he is. “You feel that, little Kitten? Can you feel how hard you’ve made me?”
“Yes,” I say, rotating my hips and grinding against him.
“Fuck,” Beaufort mutters from above us.
“You wanna ride that cock, Kitten?” Dray growls. “You wanna ride that cock while Beaufort watches?”
My breath hitches, and I glance behind me at Beaufort.
“Ride him,” he commands.
My belly swoops low. I can’t deny, I’m seriously turned on by the idea. But is it risky? Is this the kind of thing boys brag to their friends about? The kind of thing they do with you one night, only to kick you to the curb the next morning?
But once again, I’m feeling reckless. All that grief I just spewed from deep with in me and now I want to feel alive, I want to feel wanted, I want to feel so good I fall apart.
I reach up on my knees, allowing Dray to slide down the waistband of his sweats. His cock springs up and he grips it in the fist of his hand. I stare down at it, more heat stirring in my core.
Inks are scribbled over his groin all the way down to the base of his cock. It’s fairer than Beaufort’s, his foreskin still intact, though pulled back tight. He’s a tad shorter than Beaufort, though thicker and the fuzz that covers his balls is slightly darker than the hair on his head.
I reach under my skirt to hook my panties to one side and lower myself, hovering right above the tip of Dray’s cock.
“Protection,” Beaufort snaps. Dray groans, clearly unhappy about that idea.
I shake my head. “We don’t need it,” I say. “They gave me a contraceptive shot at the clinic.”
“Fuck, yes,” Dray says, his eyes full of wickedness. “I’mgoing to pump you full, Kitten.” He takes a firm grip of my hips and drags me down onto his cock.
The sensation has the both of us groaning and actual stars crashing against my vision as I ride him all the way down his shaft. There I stay, attempting to catch my breath as he grins up at me. For a moment I’m lost in the colors of his eyes and the sensation of fullness between my thighs.
Then Beaufort growls behind us, “Move.”
“Yeah, Kitten,” Dray purrs with a wink. “Ride me.”
I’ve never done it this way before – although since this thing with the Princes started, I’ve definitely been fantasizing about it. I’ve heard girls talk about how good it is. How it hits all the right places, and when I rotate my hips and grind him inside me, I find that is true.
Dray groans, a noise echoed by Beaufort.
I peer over my shoulder at him, as Dray’s hold on me tightens, encouraging me to move faster, rising up his long shaft, and then slamming back down to the hilt.
“Good girl,” Beaufort mutters, gaze locked with mine and everything in my core flutters in response.
I remember that power I felt the first time I fell to my knees and took Beaufort into my mouth. This is the same. Dray may be moving me on top of him, but it’s me who has reduced this pair of powerful men, who has captured their attention, who dictates how far this will go.
“That is a mighty fine view, Kitten,” Dray says, as I once again slam down onto him, crying out as I do. “You know what would make it even better?” I shake my head.
“If you took off your top,” Beaufort says, his voice low and lustful.
“Yeah, I wanna see those tits bounce as you ride me.”
I lean forward resting my hands on Dray’s taut stomach and sinking my nails into his flesh.
