Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 11-15 - Laurell K. Hamilton [734]
I found a rhythm for all of them, but it was the rhythm of the sucking: quick, fast, as fast as I could do it, over and over and over. I ran my hands over Nathaniel and Micah in that same frantic rhythm, pulling, firm, and quick, over and over and over.
Micah’s hand grabbed mine. “Stop, or I’m going to go.” He squeezed my hand, as if I’d made some move to keep going. “Please, Anita, please.”
I looked up at Jean-Claude. His eyes were closed, his shoulders hunched, his body shuddering above me. I realized that though he was enjoying it, it was treading that line between feels better than anything else and too much. He probably wouldn’t have said anything. He’d have let me do it as long as I wanted, but then he’d been trained by someone who was a much harsher mistress than I would ever be.
I drew back from his body. He half collapsed above me, his body spasming. He rolled to the side, and Micah gave him room. Jean-Claude lay on his back, spine bowing, hands clutching at the black sheets.
I was left with only Nathaniel in my hand. I looked at his face. Eager, happy. He leaned in toward me. “You win.” He moved in for a kiss, but I squeezed him hard and tight. It threw his head back, closed his eyes, spasmed his body. No one else in the bed would have wanted me to squeeze that tight, but he loved it.
“What do I win?” I asked. I let him go.
He gazed down at me with eyes that didn’t quite focus. “Everything.” He kissed me. It started as a slow kiss, but then he was just suddenly kissing me as deep and hard as he could. I’d forgotten that Jean-Claude had bled me earlier. I knew that part of what made him so eager at my mouth was the taste of my blood. He kissed me as if he would crawl into my mouth, his tongue searching for every last drop of that precious fluid.
His body pressed on top of mine. He was so hard, so firm, the feel of him trapped between our bodies made me make small sounds into his mouth, as he kissed me.
He drew back from the kiss. “What do you want?” he asked.
“You, inside me,” I said.
He gave me a fierce smile, and raised himself up off my body.
I grabbed at his waist and shoulders. “What are you doing?”
“You said inside, you didn’t say where inside.” He crawled over me, his body not touching me, and I knew where he was going.
“Is this more foreplay or do you want to finish here?”
“Finish,” he said.
“Without the ardeur, I don’t like to swallow.”
“I know,” he said, and straddled my chest, leaning forward using the headboard much as Jean-Claude had.
I stared up the line of his body, his face so eager, so sure of itself. I’d worked a long time to have him look like that during sex. He knew with me he could ask for what he wanted, that his pleasure was as important to me as my own. I cupped my hand under his balls. They were already tight and close to his body. The caress brought his breath in a long sigh.
I kept one hand on his balls, and spilled the other hand up and over the length of him. He smiled down at me. “What do you want Micah to do while I’m busy here?”
We’d only very recently begun having sex at the exact same time, Nathaniel, Micah, and me. I’d thought it had been my idea initially, but now, it seemed like Nathaniel initiated it more. I knew what he wanted me to say, and truthfully, dawn was going to come, and I had one other man in the bed. Whatever we were going to do, we needed to be doing it.
I kept playing lightly with Nathaniel, and called, “Micah.”
He crawled until I could see him. He just looked at me with those chartreuse eyes. His face made no demands, but his body spoke for him, so hard, so eager. “You, inside me.”
“We’ve never done this without the ardeur,” he said.
“I know,” I said.
He gave me a look, then he smiled, and crawled back down along the bed.
“Suck me while he does it.” It was more a command than a request, but I’d worked long and hard to have Nathaniel that commanding anywhere in his life. Hard to bitch about