Page 94 of WitchCurse
Nick reached down and stroked his cock. “With this?”
My mouth went dry, and I sucked in a hard breath, my cock hardening with a thousand thoughts and needs rising.
“How do we wanna do this?” Toby asked, stripping out of his clothes.
“Wolf demanding?” Nick asked.
“A little,” Toby agreed, “but we’re fine.” His gaze flitted between me and Nick, and I was a little shocked that his thoughts told me he was as turned on by me as he was by Nick. “Oh yes,” Toby said, hand going to my waist and slowly sliding down to encase my cock in a warm grip. “Very turned on. You okay with me touching you? Both of us touching you?” He let go and gave me a little shove backward, forcing me to sit on the bed. I moved backward to find a space between Nick’s massive thighs, and sighed sweetly as the heat of him pressed against my back. Toby crawled up in front of me. “Do you need Nick to be in control?”
I had no idea what he meant as he kissed me again, his hand finding my cock to give it a nice stroke. Nick’s cock was nestled against my back, and as he slid his arms around me from behind, he tilted his hips to slip the solid heft of his dick against my crack, easing his length between the muscles of my ass and sliding a few times to tease other things. I groaned, my cock leaking precome in Toby’s hand as he caressed me.
Nick dropped kisses over my shoulder and neck, as he ran his hands over my back, around my side and rested them on my thighs, spreading me open a little. “He’ll need some prep,” Nick said.
I could barely think beyond the sensations. Too long starved of touch and now coated in their heat, my mind was on a short-circuit. “Prep?” I wondered out loud.
Toby nestled in close and held up the tube Sebastian had included in our supplies. “I’m on it. Thinking you in him and him in me?” He touched my face. “Can I ride you, Kiran? Would you like to fuck me while Nick fucks you? I’ve always wanted an orgy with a fae prince. Even better, a demi-god.”
My mind sped to catch up, visualizing things that made my body react, cock leaking and my thighs tensing, waiting for something to happen. “I thought you wanted to be in charge?” I asked.
“Iamin charge,” Toby said. “Never heard of a power bottom? I top just fine, but I enjoy being fucked.”
I wondered at the terminology, but a lot of human labels and definitions made no sense to me. Sex defined by things like gender or perceived gender, which was all strange as the fae fucked everyone, physically and mentally, without discrimination. Even when they claimed they’d never touch the lesser fae, plenty enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh with them. And I could change my outward appearance in a thousand ways with my glamour to be any gender or combination of the both. The male form was my default and the most natural to me, though I could flit between the others without issue.
“Too much thought,” Nick grumbled, and turned my face to the side so he could kiss me. It was hard to reach him this way, and ended being a bit more like a battle of tongues as I tasted him.
“Nick?”
He released me from the kiss, his fingers turning my face back toward Toby. “I’m in, or at least hoping to be soon,” he chuckled and I felt his fingers tease down my thigh, skipping my cock to circle my balls and lifted them. “I wish I could see. How pretty does that hole look? Is it ready for me?” His cock was hard and thick, pressed against one butt cheek, and I wondered if I could take him. He was not a small man and it had been a while since I’d experienced anyone’s touch.
Toby looked down and sighed sweetly. “Hot and tight. But I think I need a better look.” His hands ran over my skin in slow, soothing waves. “All of him is hot. Deliciously warm.”
Nick wrapped his strong hands around my thighs, lifted me on top of his outspread knees and shoved my legs open wide, letting me rest partially on his lap and exposing me completely. “Better?”
“So much better,” Toby agreed. His heated gaze trailed over me, starting low and rising to meet my eyes. “You okay?”
I felt a little vulnerable, and my cock flagged a little, but no one was holding me down. “Mostly?” How did I explain that my discomfort was with what they might see, or how they saw me, and not with them?
Nick wrapped an arm around my waist, and placed a small kiss on the back of my neck. “You’re very tense. Relax into me, give me your weight, I can take it. We’ll go as slow as you need.”
Did I need slow? I needed something. Assurance, as well as pleasure, but I relaxed against Nick, trusting him as I always had, to have my back. He snuggled me from behind, his arms firm and comforting as Toby ran his fingers over my chest, tickled the tip of my cock for a moment, then traced a path lower, circling my hole, which clenched in response, faded memory, and need.
“Sensitive,” Toby said leaning forward to kiss my lips with a fleeting pass. He set the tube at his hip, and I tried not to stare at his firm cock, tip also bare like Nick’s, and marvel at the differences. How would they taste? Those bare heads that looked so nude and vulnerable?
Toby sighed. “Next time. I promise. Or later. I’ll shove my cock down your throat until you look like a bobblehead toy with my dick pounding your tonsils.” He reached down with both hands and lifted me slightly, shifting the angle of my hips and I felt Nick’s cock slide between my cheeks again, thick and hot, and longer than I remembered. How was I going to manage to take that? And yet I wanted it pretty badly, the faded memories of pleasure telling me it could be so good.
“Working on it,” Toby said. He stroked Nick’s length, playing with the tip that peaked between my thighs and rested against my hole. Toby leaned in and swiped his tongue over a drop of come leaking from my tip, pausing for a second to suck at the tip of me, the tip of his tongue teasing the hood of my cock. “This is going to be fun.”
“Careful, or you’ll make him come before I’m in him and he’s in you,” Nick said. He nestled his chin on my shoulder staring down the length of my body at Toby, and that was hot, even if I was the one in the middle. “You’re plenty hot,” Nick said. He slid a hand down to cup and lift my balls. Toby smiled up at both of us and trailed kisses down my cock, around my balls and to my hole. The first kiss there made me tremble. It was the barest of touches, my body clenching and unclenching, wanting, and a little afraid. A war of emotions, some I had long since thought buried. But Toby licked a careful tracing touch around my hole, no pressure, just a tickling tease of sensation. I huffed and tried to move my hips, unsure which direction I wanted to go, more or less? Something.
Nick’s grip tightened. I growled at him. “Does it hurt?” Nick asked.
“No,” I admitted. “But I need…” I didn’t know what I needed. To be filled? Though there was still an edge of anxiety over that.
Toby bent deep, his face shoving up against me to take the tip of Nick’s cock in his mouth, his nose bumping my hole. It was insane how beautiful he was there, and the sounds he drew from Nick were divine. Then he turned to me, his lips pressing against my hole and tongue dipping inside. I clenched, but he didn’t stop, and Nick’s arms around me tightened. Toby kissing my hole like he had my mouth, plundering it, shoving his tongue inside, his fingertips teasing the sensitive outer ring. I blinked back pops of color in my vision, heat rising in my gut, my cock rock hard. If Nick hadn’t been holding me up, I didn’t know if I’d be upright at all.
Nick kept one firm arm wrapped around me, the length of it snaking down to keep his hand holding up my balls for Toby’s delight, while his other hand played with my nipples, circling them, rolling them between his fingers and lightly pinching them until they were hard as pebbles. Each touch made my cock twitch and something in my gut tremble with need for more.
Toby reached up and squeezed my cock, shoving me back from the edge I was about to tumble off from his mouth doing devilish things to me. He picked up the tube and opened it. “Honey flavored,” Toby said as he filled his hand with the goo. Were we meant to eat it? But he slipped his hand beneath me and slicked up Nick’s cock until it made wet sounds in his grasp. Then I felt his fingers back on my hole, circling, spreading the liquid around before one finger dipped inside. I blinked as my body tensed at the sensation for a moment, then eased, letting him slide the full digit inside. He pumped his finger in and out for a minute, slow and twisted it, turning and searching until he found a bit of something inside that made me gasp.