Page 54 of American King (New Camelot Trilogy 3)
Behind me, I hear the click and flip of the lube bottle, and then two cold and slippery fingers probe impatiently between my legs. I still my hips, my breath shuddering in and out as the fingers find my hole and tease at the rim, circling once before pushing inside, both at once. I hiss at the pressure, at the sharp flare of pain, and that earns me another slap on the flank from the man behind me.
And then the fingers are gone, replaced by the hot crown of his cock. And it’s so blunt and so round pressing in against me, and I’ve forgotten how fucking big he is, because there’s a difference between big in your mouth and big in your ass, and it’s been a long time since I’ve had him inside me, and oh God, what I am I doing? What game do I think I’m playing? It’s not one I can win, even if it’s just for tonight, and if he fucks me right now, I’m going to walk out of here tomorrow morning without my heart, I’m going to walk out of here having given him everything when I had vowed not to give him anything.
I panic. “Wait,” I blurt out. “Wait!”
Ash waits.
“I—” I’m breathing so hard that I can feel my sides heaving, and I can’t gather my thoughts and my words and everything is just a messy storm of terror and lust. “This doesn’t change anything, okay? This isn’t a symbol or a surrender or a—”
“I know,” Ash says.
“I mean, it is kind of a surrender because that’s what I want it to be, but that’s what I’m choosing, okay? And I’m only choosing for tonight, and it’s not like a real surrender anyway, it’s just sex, and just because I want it doesn’t mean I want anything else—”
“Embry,” says Ash. “I know.”
“And this doesn’t mean I’m yours again, it doesn’t mean that I’m choosing anything different outside of this bedroom, it doesn’t mean anything at all, it doesn’t change how—”
“Embry, shut up,” Ash says and shoves his cock up my ass.
Holy fucking God.
The invasion is so brutal that it steals my breath and blinds my vision. It’s raw and piercing and animalistic, and I’m speared on Ash’s cock like a fish on a gaff, my heartbeat dropping down to my cock, which is still throbbing inside Greer.
“Is he inside you right now?” she asks with indecent curiosity.
“I—fuck—yes,” I wheeze. Behind me, Ash’s cock is unpitying and cruel, stretching me and searching out my deepest depths, and shit shit shit, I’m so fucking hard I can feel it in my teeth. I’d forgotten, but how could I ever forget? That having Ash inside of me, merciless and lewd, is the most alive, the most turned on, the most myself I can ever be? Ash leans forward, pressing me deeper into Greer, and instructs, “When I fuck, you fuck, got it?”
I nod hazily, not surprised to feel sweat already misting along my skin, and then Ash starts, a deep thrust that makes me grunt and push into Greer. The dual sensations of being filled and filling someone else have me dizzy, have me giddy and out of my mind with endorphins and lust and I want to fuck and fuck and fuck forever.
One of Ash’s hands roams over my tight stomach, the fingers strumming along the tensed furrows of my abdomen, the hard planes of my chest. And then he’s cupping my throat to arch me back to him.
“You think I don’t know,” he growls in my ear, “that this changes nothing? You think I don’t know, every time I look at you, that you aren’t mine anymore?”
I pant in response, because his fucking is still merciless, wedging into me with deliciously thorough strokes I can feel down to my toes. And because every thrust has me thrusting into Greer, and she is writhing like a mad woman underneath me, pulling on my hair and reaching up to squeeze my biceps and reaching behind me to touch her husband.
“God, if I could fuck you back to me,” grunts Ash. “If I could fuck you hard enough to make you stay with me forever, I’d do it, you know I would do it.”
Fuck if it doesn’t feel like he’s already trying, and I don’t know if I can even attempt an answer, because all my words are gone. Just gone. Between Ash’s cock and Greer’s pussy, my body is threatening to dissolve into nothing, into pure bliss, into an orgasm so massive and titanic that I don’t know that I’ll survive it.
“You like me fucking you through him?” Ash asks his wife. “You like knowing my cock is inside him while his is inside you?”
“Yes,” she moans. Her hands drop to my hips and reach around to palm my ass cheeks. And then she pulls them wide apart, just like we made her do to herself in the shower tonight, and I’m stretched open, visible and exposed and on display. Ash stills his hips for a moment and I just know he’s staring down at where his wife holds me open for him, and Greer is staring at him staring at me, and all of sudden, I’m completely and entirely peeled open. Everything is pulped and raw and bleeding out of my soul, because they are all of me, and fucking them is the ritual that makes it manifest, and it’s as if Ash realizes the same thing at the same moment, because he becomes unglued. Insane. Feral. He shoves me down onto Greer and follows me, his stomach against my back and his hips driving his dick in and in and in, deeper, deeper, deeper, and I can feel his entire body working for the sole purpose of fucking the life right out of me. His feet sliding for traction on the bed, his knees pushing my thighs and Greer’s thighs wider apart. His hands fisting at covers and hair and flesh. He is in rut now, an animal bent only on mating, mindless with the sheer need to come inside someone, and he’s grunting and I’m barely breathing and Greer is giving delighted, grinning squeaks as my cock pummels into her from the force of Ash’s strokes.
This. This is what he was saving his orgasm for. This moment when the three of us are thoughtless, reflexive beasts, joined so elementally that there’s no separating us. We are one, we are one, and my body burns and sings with the truth. With Ash’s kingship over me, with the secret fire he is forging at the base of my spine, and with the holy devotion we both have for the electric and otherworldly woman underneath us, who’s now murmuring words both goading and coaxing.
Fuck him, Ash, fuck the cum right out of him
I want to see your face when you come inside him, I want you to fill him up
Oh I can feel it when you fuck him, it feels so fucking good
Despite her earlier request not to orgasm, Greer is the first to snap, her mouth parting in an O of surprise and her body going so tight around my cock that she squeezes my climax from almost there to there there there, and then Ash gives a final toe-curling thrust against my prostate and I hear him mutter to himself, that’s it, fuck yes, that’s it, and I’m falling, detonating with a two-ton bomb at the bottom and erupting with what feels like all the cum my body has every held, spurting into Greer so hard and thick that I can feel it against my shaft and leaking out around my balls. Behind me Ash says, “Shit, Embry, I’m going to—” and then his hips shudder and jerk as his cock throbs palpably and fills me with heat. He lets out a strangled groan.
“Little prince,” is all he says as he empties himself into me and I empty myself into Greer and Greer still quavers out her pleasure underneath it all, and the moment whirls on for an eternity, seething pressure and wet friction a
nd pounding hearts. And the rhythmic contractions of our joining for an impossible moment sync and align, and I would swear to every god I can name that we are actually coming together, that we are actually sharing the same orgasm, and that we are shivering through each and every wave together, joined as we should be, bound as we should be, together, together, as one flesh.
Man and man and wife.
