Chapter 157 Beacons and deep breaths
“Here, my love.” Hale laid his hand flat against my abdomen. “Draw your breaths from here.”
I nodded, and Hale moved my leg from Mordaine’s hip to hand over his own.
Behind me, the dragon went on murmuring filth in my ear that made my clit throb and my pussy painfully moist.
I was completely naked now between both men, and I drew in my first deep breath, making sure to start from the pit of my belly. Then I exhaled slowly.
“Good, that’s so good,” Mordaine broke off from his litany of dirty words to say. “Are you wet, are you wet for us? Let me feel it.”
I muffled my moan with Hale’s forearm. His husband’s words, that voice, the erotic act of prying my pussy apart to confirm that I was really wet, set my blood on fire.
“Mm.” He smeared my juices against my clit and began to caress slowly. “Impressive,”
At that moment, he could have been a chef sampling an exotic meal. “Is it OK for your husband to feel this? I want to share the beauty of your pussy, little wife.”
“Yes, yes.” My whispers were airless pants.
He’d learned my body a little too well. Made a map of it, knew where to touch, when to touch, just how much pressure to apply to make me erupt in an orgasm. And right now, he was taking no prisoners.
His fingers were a sustained carousel around the base of my clit, maintaining the speed and pressure no matter how much I moved.
“Mon amour, feel this, you have to.”
Hale grabbed my face from both sides and kissed me. A lover’s kiss. Slow and sensual.
It was different from the usual. In this moment, he took only what I was willing to give. He was content to simply stroke my lips with his until I parted them and let his tongue in my mouth. And he only courted my tongue into a dance when I opened more for him.
When I moaned into his lips, his crown bridged my entrance.
He froze, his chest moving up, down, in a deep breath at whatever sensation he was feeling just from being at my entrance.
It was then I remembered we had only been together once so far. The night before his trip to Japan.
Finally, he moved, his stiff cock prying me apart below as his lips eased between mine above. He pushed deeper. My walls resisted, then relaxed around him with a willful grip.
He groaned low in his throat, and I felt Mordaine’s dick pulse against my ass.
The dragon replaced his fingers around my clit with his thumb and then stretched his hand upward, so the rest of his fingers were lodged between Hale’s and my pubic bone.
Whatever those fingers were doing to Hale now made his cock give little jerks inside me.
“Night take me.” Hale’s lips slipped from mine as he seemed to squeeze the pillow above my head.
“I’ll not say this again, you both have to be quiet.” The dragon whispered, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
I was not the least bit worried anymore though. If Finn had not woken up yet, I doubted he would till morning.
Hale made a sudden thrust, pushing all the way to the hilt at once. I gasped. But he went still, breathing, just breathing as my walls stretched around him.
I groaned, moving my hips as much as I could with their bodies trapping mine.
More. I wanted more.
“Princess,” Hale whispered in a breathless voice. “You have to lay still, or I’ll come, and ruin the night for all of us.”
“Gods, I’ll hate that.” The deep bass rumbled from behind me.
My lips fell open, but no word came out. Right now, his thumb was moving down my clit, coasting along the thin line of my inner folds wrapped around Hale’s dick. “Perfect.” he whispered with a strained voice.
Hale muttered low curses, exhaling with a shaky breath. Joined like this, he felt the effect of everything Mordaine did to me.
I groaned, biting my lip hard. At this point, I was desperate for friction. But I knew Mordaine well, if I dared to move, he would draw out my torment.
Suddenly, there was an invasion. Two fingers pushed up along the length of Hale’s dick, and thrust into me.
My breath stopped.
“No, no,” Hale pressed his face against mine immediately, “Keep breathing, sweetheart. You have to keep breathing.”
I could hear him. And I should listen because it would probably make this easier. But I couldn’t. This… this was sending real pain signals to my brain, for the first time, and terror seized my chest.
“Breathe!” The dragon growled.
It was a god’s command, deep and dark. But that did it. My body thawed out of the ice and air flooded my lungs. I burst into tears.
Hale hugged my face to his neck immediately, cooing and shushing. My chest was heaving from my tears as he asked twice if I wanted to stop. But I shook my head. With an empathetic sigh, he resumed cooing, assuring me it would all be worth it.
But as two fingers turned to three and three to four, I found myself doubting his words more and more.
My safeword was at the tip of my tongue now, my throat flexing in preparation to say it.
This was what I had imagined my first sex would feel like, but then they had made it completely painless. But this… I was at the very edge of my endurance.
The one thing holding me back from screaming out chocolate through my tears, was hope.
Because, in the center of this wracking pain, I could feel a tingling pleasure. But it was so faint I doubted it was real and not imagined. It stood at a distance, like a beacon of light, waiting for me to wade through the dark waters and reach it.
Mordaine pushed his free hand between Hale and me now, and pinned me flat against his chest as my body trashed violently, a reflexive reaction to distress. I was too far gone to hear what either of them was saying, but the sound of their voices was soothing, so gentle it would have comforted me completely in any other circumstance.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his dick very slowly began to replace his fingers inside me.