Page 94 of Waltzing With Witches

A soft groan leaves his lips. “The idea of you and Ben playing when I’m not home makes me unspeakably hot.”

My mouth falls open as one of the bed posts curls over and nods like a person would.

“Our only goal would be to treat you like the queen you are,” Abe murmurs. “If you’re unsure at all, th—”

“I’m interested,” I admit.

Sheets that had fallen around my body move of their own accord, wrapping me up tight. As they softly sway me from side to side, I realize Ben is hugging me, reassuring me, and for some reason, it feels perfect.

I grin at Abe. “Is Ben as dirty minded as you?”

Abe chuckles and reaches for his vest, unbuttoning it slowly and casting it to the floor. His shirt follows as I watch, my breath coming faster as he unveils his beautiful, muscular body.

“Ben wants your ass first, Morgan. So yeah, I’d say he’s fairly dirty minded.”

To his left, the bedpost curls downward, pointing at me like some kind of giant wooden snake. Abe glances at it and grins before looking at me.

Oh my God. We’re really doing this.

I stare at the slightly wavering bedpost and its rounded tip. There’s a tiny ball at the very end that lengthens into a long, smooth cone.

Concern fills me.

“I think if you want that, we’re gonna need a lot of lube.”

Abe jerks his head toward the pillows. “Already waiting.”

“Oh my God,” I hiss. “Have you two been planning this?”

He shrugs, reaching for his pants. “Ben has shared his sentiments with me. Shall we begin?”

I glance at the knob again. “Take it slow, alright?”

The bed creaks and groans, the sunburst pattern flaring out from the ceiling tiles again. Ben’s excited but cautious.

“Let us take care of you,” Abe whispers, pressing me down onto the mattress. “As a team. Let us make you feel good, mate.”

I shift onto my elbows to watch as Abe crawls on top of me. At the first warm lick of his tongue through my folds, I arch, thrusting my hips for more of that heat. I can’t sit up enough to see much more than the top lines of his back and head as he dips down and sucks gently on my clit.

Pleasure explodes through me, even as I keep one eye on the bedpost. When it snakes down toward Abe, I jolt and stiffen, but another swipe of his tongue has my eyes rolling back into my head, my legs falling open.

“That’s it,” he murmurs into my pussy. “Trust us to bring you pleasure, Morgan.”

Oh God, I’m about to get fucked by him and the house at the same time, and I don’t even know what to make of that.

I groan when the ball tip of the bedpost touches my pussy and pauses. Another soft suck from Abe makes my legs shake. He breathes against my clit as the bedpost presses forward and slips inside my pussy lips. It’s not warm like Abe. It’s cold but hard, so damn hard.

This part isn’t thick, but as it presses forward, the cone grows wider, filling me to the brim as Abe licks and sucks in slow, rhythmic waves. I’m too overwhelmed by the various sensations to take stock of them all. My body is tense and tight and quivering, but then the bedpost begins to move, slipping out of my pussy and back in with slow, measured movements.

Abe and I release matching sounds of pleasure as he closes his lips around my clit and pulls. My back arches, and Ben picks up the pace.

Thrust. Suck. Groan.

The sunburst pattern of the ceiling tiles pulses again, radiating outward in continual motions. It’s like Ben’s guiding my pleasure by reminding me about the black magic I’m full of. The same black magic that made him what he is.

I scream with need as they match their rhythm enough to make me wild and not quite enough to get me off. Yanking at the sheets that hold me in place, I rock my hips to meet the length inside me. But he drags it out and pauses. Abe pauses too until I let out a string of demanding curses and threats.

They surge forward at the same time, Ben filling me deep as Abe attacks my clit with renewed vigor. He moans and pants as he sucks on me, and knowing he’s losing his mind while our house fucks me throws me over the edge. I clamp around the bedpost, screaming as ecstasy slams into me. I can’t move, tied up like this, so I shout and beg and tremble as I coat Ben and Abe with release.

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