Page 105 of Claimed By the Rockstars: Part One
Phoenix positions himself near my head, his cock already flushed and leaking. I wrap one hand around him, pulling him closer until I can taste the salt-slick head. He groans, the sound rumbling through his sturdy torso.
Rafael lines himself up, and I feel the blunt pressure of him against my entrance. Slick and desperate and?—
He pushes in.
Gods.Gods.
I've never had anything but silicone and my own fingers inside me, and Rafael is bigger, hotter,realin ways that make my vision white out at the edges. He fills me in one long, slow thrust that seems to last forever and no time at all.
"Fuck," Rafael breathes against my neck. "You're so tight. So perfect. I can't?—"
"Move," I demand, taking Phoenix all the way into my mouth. The alpha above me curses, his hand tangling in my white hair but not pulling. Just holding me, pinning me gently in place.
Rafael starts to thrust, finding a rhythm that has me keening around Phoenix's cock. Every stroke hits places inside me I'd forgotten existed. Every retreat leaves me empty and aching for more.
I think about them in the other room. Think about what they must have done. Rafael's hand wrapped around Phoenix's length. Phoenix's mouth on Rafael, tentative but determined. The sounds they would have made, the desperation, the growls, the way they clearly gave each other what they needed despite being fucking confused.
The mental image makes me clench around Rafael, and he groans, his rhythm faltering.
"She's thinking about it," Phoenix says, his voice wrecked. "About us. I can tell."
"Is it hot?" Rafael asks, and I can hear the sheepish grin in his voice. "Knowing we had to get each other off while you were in here or we'd go feral?"
I pull off Phoenix long enough to gasp, "So hot. Want to watch next time."
"Next time," Rafael repeats warily, but he doesn't say no, and his thrusts get harder, more desperate.
"Fuck. You're going to kill me," Phoenix pants, his cock bumping against my lips again.
Rafael's knot starts to swell. I can feel it catching on my rim with each thrust, demanding entry, demanding I submit to this alpha who smells like everything right in the world.
"Knot me," I demand, taking Phoenix back into my mouth.
He does.
The knot pops inside and locks us together, stretching me impossibly full. Rafael comes with a snarling shout, his muscles locking up as he spills inside me. The sensation triggers my own orgasm, clenching around him, milking him, making the knot swell even larger until I'm sobbing around Phoenix's cock.
Phoenix isn't far behind. I feel him thicken on my tongue, his knot starting to form. For a heart-stopping second I think he's going to knot my mouth—think I want him to, even though I have no fucking cluehow—but he pulls back at the last moment, coming across my lips and chin with a strangled groan.
We collapse together, a tangle of satisfied jelly limbs and sweat and purrs. Rafael's still locked inside me, his knot showing no signs of going down anytime soon. Phoenix sprawls beside us, pulling me against his thick, strong body, one huge hand gently stroking my hair.
"You okay?" Phoenix asks softly.
"Better than okay," I manage, even though my voice is shot to hell. "Still desperate though. This heat isn't done with me."
Rafael makes a sympathetic purring sound, pressing kisses to my shoulder. "The knot will help. Should take the edge off until it goes down."
It does help. The constant ache dulls to something manageable, something I can breathe through. But I can already feel it building again, coiling low in my belly like a spring being wound too tight.
Twenty minutes later, Rafael's knot finally deflates enough to slip free. I whimper at the loss, at the sudden emptiness, at the way my body immediately starts demanding more.
Phoenix sees it in my face. "Come here, sweetheart."
I climb onto his lap, straddling those strong thighs, and sink down onto his cock in one desperate motion. He's thicker than Rafael and the stretch makes my eyes roll back. My spine goes slack like a fucking noodle.
"That's it," Phoenix murmurs, his hands settling on my hips to guide my movements. "Take what you need."
What I need is this. The slide and press of him inside me. The way he looks at me like I'm amazing, his growls and the way he pants and his eyes flutter shut when I clench around him, when I roll my hips just right.
