Page 56 of Midnight Whispers

Both men continue to torment me in the best way, then Nero says, “Let’s switch.”

Carlos grins at me again as Nero’s fingers run along my lips, sliding into my mouth to lick off my arousal. Nero now plays with my tits and watches as Carlos’s hand moves between my thighs. Nero keeps thrusting into my lower back, and it makes me want to be full of him. But I’m also enjoying the way Carlos has stripped his gaze off my face as he works between my legs.

Then Carlos’s and my gazes lock and hold as he increases the pressure, and my core tightens.

Nero must sense me pulling back because he whispers, “Let go, princess. Let him see how beautiful you look when you come and know how lucky I am that you’re mine.”

His words send me over the edge, and I buck against Carlos’s hand, my head falling against Nero’s chest, crying out. Nero pinches my nipples—hard. My orgasm is heightened by all the eyes watching us.

When I finally come down, Nero uses his hand on my chin to turn my face, kissing me deeply. “Princess,” he practically growls.

Somehow, I’m still able to stand, though my legs feel like jelly. With his hands around my waist, Nero turns me to face him, taking my hand and walking backward.

“Undo my pants and pull my dick out.” The authoritative voice he commands me with is such a turn-on.

I reach down and undo his pants, slide the zipper down, and pull out his long length.

He runs the pad of his finger from my temple down to my chin then over my mouth. “We’re going to put these plump lips to work. What do you think?”

I’m only able to nod.

Nero grips the base of his cock, tugging on himself. I can’t help but watch. “Take all your clothes off. I want everyone who’s not on this stage to know what they’re missing out on.”

My hands rise to unlace the corset around my waist, and I drop it to the floor, then I pull off my shirt. Finally, I yank the skirt down.

“Leave the shoes on,” Nero says.

I might start leaving my shoes on even when we’re not in the Ritual Room.

Nero steps back and sits on the throne. He looks like a king—legs splayed wide, stroking his thick, hard cock, the raven mask hiding his face except for his eyes that are eating me up and the insolent tilt to his chin that lets everyone know he’s the one in charge tonight.

Nero slides his hand into the hair at the back of my head, pulling me toward his lap. “While you’re working me, Carlos is going to make you come with his tongue. Let’s show him how good you taste, shall we, princess?” I nod, and Nero urges my lips to the head of his cock. “Are you ready to show everyone why you’re my queen?”

Jesus, I could melt into a puddle right here. This man and his words.

Without waiting for me to answer, he brings my mouth down onto him, and I open wide, taking in the length of him. He groans deep in his throat as Carlos’s hands wrap around my waist. He tugs me back so my torso is parallel with the floor. With a hand on each ass cheek, Carlos spreads me.

The first flick of his tongue lands on my puckered hole, and I jolt, but I ease from the pleasure, moaning around Nero’s cock. I work my lips up and down him, my gaze flicking up to his. He’s torn between watching his dick disappear into my mouth and watching what Carlos is doing to me.

Because I can’t fit him all in my mouth, I bring one hand to the base of his shaft, squeezing gently while I suck in my cheeks and run my mouth up and down his length.

Carlos shifts his attention to my opening, fucking me with his tongue. My eyes drift closed, and I moan. Nero’s hand threads through the hair at the top of my head.

When I open my eyes, Nero and Carlos must share a look because Nero grins before his eyes fall down to mine and his dick twitches in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his tip, then suck, fisting up and down his cock while Carlos moves onto my clit. His tongue flicks, then he sucks my greedy nub. With a few more of those moves, I’ll be coming on his face in no time.

I’d forgotten about the crowd, but when I hear someone behind us moan, the people come to the front of mind again, and it only serves to ratchet up my desire.

“Make her come, Carlos.” Nero smirks at me.

Carlos doubles his efforts, sucking and flicking and shoving his face between my legs. Like a large gust of wind, my orgasm blows over me, surrounding me and sending me flailing as I pop off of Nero’s length and cry out, grinding against Carlos’s face.

By the time my orgasm passes, and I stare up at Nero, his gaze is heavy-lidded.

“That will be all, Carlos,” Nero says without his eyes straying from mine. He holds out a hand to help me to my feet, and I stand in front of him, my arousal dripping between my legs. “Now ride me. Take what you want… from me. Claim me as yours in front of all these people.”

I waste no time straddling him, settling on his lap. There’s room on the throne for my legs on either side of his, and I’m sure that’s by design. Reaching down for his base, I slowly lower myself onto Nero. Our foreheads meet, and we groan in unison as my body grows used to the stretch of him. I move up and down, my body adjusting to his length.

“God, I love your fucking tits. They’re so perfect, princess.” He brings one to his mouth and sucks on my nipple.

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