Blood Noir - Laurell K. Hamilton [8]
He dug his fingers into that space inside my thighs, so harsh, I cried out. He forced my legs farther apart. Nathaniel lifted me. I could feel his shoulders and chest flex until I was suddenly off the ground. It allowed Jason to spread my legs more, use the strength of his fingers to force me wider.
Jason plunged his tongue inside me, sudden and abrupt. I cried out for him, and he leaned back enough to gaze up the line of my body.
It was as if I could feel the weight of his gaze, because it made me look down at the same time he looked up.
“God,” he said, “that look.”
“What look?” I managed to say before Nathaniel squeezed harder and I had no breath to talk.
“That look,” Jason whispered, and lowered his mouth to my body. He kissed there as he had kissed my mouth, maybe a dozen times before. Most men don’t kiss between your legs the same way they kiss your mouth, but Jason did. He kissed me just as thoroughly, as completely, as expertly. Then he began to do things that you couldn’t do when you kiss a mouth. He licked and explored, trying different things, judging his progress by the sounds I made, and how much I writhed.
He didn’t just find the spot and stay on it like it was a button; he explored every inch of me, biting the inside of my thighs between attentions.
Nathaniel held me through it all, sometimes so tight I couldn’t breathe, sometimes just tight enough to let me feel his strength, and then he squeezed hard enough that my gun cut into me, and it felt as if he were trying to crush me. I cried out while I had breath, then all I could do was writhe.
Jason drew back enough to ask, “Am I doing that, or you?”
“Me,” Nathaniel said, and eased up so my breath came in a ragged gasp.
I managed to say, “So strong.”
“I need to try harder,” Jason said. He pulled down my hose and bit me, not a love bite, but bit me on the thigh.
I screamed for him.
He plunged his mouth between my legs, rougher this time. I writhed and cried out. He pressed teeth into the most intimate part of me. When I didn’t tell him to stop, he worried at me with his mouth, his teeth, pulling and biting and licking. The pleasure began to build between my legs, like heat and pressure and the beginning flickers of orgasm like previews of the pleasure to come.
Nathaniel tightened his grip just as Jason pushed me over that last edge. The orgasm was one of those that came in waves, one after another as if as long as he kept sucking I would keep going. I shuddered and danced in their hands, cried out when Nathaniel let me, or gasped in breathless silence when he held me too tight for words.
Jason finished with a lick from front to back that made me cry out all over again. Still on his knees he said, “That was fun.”
Nathaniel braced, changing positions just a little. “Fuck her.”
Jason, still on his knees, said, “While you hold her?”
“Yes,” Nathaniel said, and it held an edge of bass growl that wasn’t his normal voice.
Jason looked at me, the light from the kitchen glistening on his chin and mouth. Seeing him wet from me tightened things low in my body that had just had their fun, so it started a new wave of writhing.
Jason held my thighs while Nathaniel held the rest of me. When my body quieted, Jason laughed, that sound that is all male. “Anita, are you okay with this?”
“Do it,” I said, “please, please…”
“No,” Nathaniel said, “I’m topping her tonight, it’s my permission you need.”
Jason hesitated as if waiting for me to protest. There was a time when I would have, but I’d been working at understanding Nathaniel’s idea of sex. I’d found that some of the bondage and submission worked just dandy for me.
Jason said, “You top us both?”
“We top Anita.”
Jason smiled, but his eyes held something more serious than a smile. “I always thought it would take at least two of us. Tell me what you want me to do.”
Nathaniel said, “Get a condom.”
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JASON PRESSED HIS fingers into the backs of my thighs, spreading my legs wider.