Page 88 of Absolution
He tried to quicken the pace a dozen times. Only I put a stop to it with my strength. Luca was strong, more than human strong, but I was a vampire. He groaned as I pulled his back to my chest, and turned his head so our lips could meet. We battled for a time. Lips and teeth, tongue and mouth, chasing, nipping, tasting. Bodies sliding together. I could have fucked him hard, made us both come, but preferred the sweet dance of it.
The door opened and I froze, worried for a moment that it was Seiran, but it was Con who entered, pausing at seeing the two us entwined, then stepping into the room and closing the door. He looked tired, but leaned against the door and gave us an appreciative look. Luca wiggled his hips, trying to get me to move again. I shoved up into him and did that little rock again that had him gasping and begging for release.
“Give me five minutes,” Con said.
“Better hurry,” I told him, licking Luca’s shoulder. Con began stripping and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door open where I could hear him turn on the shower. I pressed my hips into Luca’s, not letting him move and putting a halt to the friction that was driving me to the edge. His body still squeezed and danced around my cock.
“Make me come again,” Luca said.
“Once Con gets out here,” I promised.
Luca whined. “I recover fast. Can come and come again.”
I bit down on his earlobe then licked it. “That’s the plan.”
He growled and tried to move again, but I held him in place, letting just our breathing be the only movement. He trembled around me, begging until Con came out of the shower, naked, clean, and rubbing at his hair with a towel.
“He won’t let me come,” Luca protested to Con.
Con chuckled a husky laugh. “Is that so? How tragic. We’ll have to see what we can do about that.” He climbed onto the bed all sinew and ink, leaned over Luca and kissed me. We ate at each other’s mouths for a few seconds before he turned and kissed Luca’s cheek, and then reached down to slowly rub Luca’s cock. He ran his hand down the length of Luca, tracing over his balls and below to where Luca and I were joined. He ran his fingers around the base of me, sliding along Luca’s rim.
Luca grabbed Con and held on hard. “Fuck!”
“He’s got a dirty mouth,” I told Con.
“He’s got a dirty everything,” Con said. He ran his other hand over Luca’s come stained chest. “Apparently already had a few orgasms tonight. Yet still complaining about not having another.” Con’s finger pressed against Luca’s rim and I felt the added pressure, the tightening of Luca’s body around mine as Con slid a single digit in beside my cock. Luca flailed, cursing, begging and writhing in our arms, body pinned between us.
“Oh fucking God,” Luca said.
“He likes that,” Con told me.
Hell, I liked that.
Con stroked his cock, finding the lube and adding some to ease his slide. His dick was thicker than Luca’s or mine. Heavily veined and cut like most witches were, the head was very defined. I loved the feel of him in my mouth, the way he tasted and stretched my jaw. I also loved watching Luca’s nose buried in Con’s pubes, cock down the back of his throat.
I bent Luca forward, over Con’s lap, adjusting Luca’s hips like he was little more than a doll. “Suck him,” I told Luca.
Con smiled and directed his cock into Luca’s waiting mouth. Luca swallowed the head of Con’s dick, taking that thick length down easily. He tried to pull back but Con shoved him down further, pressing his dick to the back of Luca’s throat and rolling his hips. Luca made a little gurgling, wet, half-choke before Con let him go to pull back and thrust forward, repeating the action. Drool dripped from Luca’s mouth. He held on to Con’s hips, steadying himself, his hips wiggling in time to Con’s thrusts.
I got to my knees again, moved Luca’s hips a little and began to slide in again, slow at first, contrary to Con’s fevered pace. Watching Luca struggle to find his release as he danced on the edge. But watching them together was always too much for me. I could watch them for hours and come without participating. So my thrusts intensified, deeper, harder, faster, until I had to fight to keep my eyes open and watch them instead of just losing myself in the pleasure. I didn’t want to come yet, not until they did, no matter how much Luca’s little noises and tight body squeezed at my very soul.
The slap, slap sounds of flesh rose in a musical with the wet slurp of Luca on Con’s cock. I rammed into him hard, not worrying about my strength in that moment as Luca didn’t protest. In fact his little noises said he wanted more.
Con leaned forward to capture my lips, one hand still firmly guiding Luca’s head, the other trailing over Luca’s flesh until he found where we joined again, adding not one but two fingers. Luca screamed around Con’s cock, his body spasming around me, gripping me like a vice, breaking up the pace of my thrusts and pulling at me so hard I came undone, spurting into him.
Con bit my lip, holding it there between his teeth as he came, shooting himself down Luca’s throat and making me bleed. He licked at the wound, all of us breathing heavy, his cock slipping from Luca’s lips, and Luca rested his head on Con’s thigh. I thrust a few more times into Luca’s warm body, enjoying how tight he became around me, before easing free and watching his hole gape in wanting.
“Fuck,” Luca grumbled.
“Hmm,” Con said into my lips. “That was nice to come home to.”
“Better than dumbass drunks, right?” I teased.
“So much better,” he agreed. He stroked Luca’s ass, even putting his fingers back into Luca’s still clenching hole. Luca trembled and cried out. “Oh yeah, sensitive boy pussy.”
I traced the rim with my fingers, slipping two in beside Con’s. “He clenches so nice.”
“Stretches well,” Con remarked. “Bet we can both fuck him at once.” He smiled down at Luca. “How many times have you boasted about being double-teamed?” Con added two more fingers, forcing Luca to stretch around us. “Bet I could put my fist in there, make you sing.”