Page 35 of The Queen's Knights

I hover at the razor’s edge, clinging to Lance and grateful that he paused long enough to let me breathe. Then he glances over my shoulder, and at the same time Percy pushes deeper, Lance tilts his hips. His face transforms too, mouth falling open and a soft curse escaping.

“Fuck, I can feel you inside her too,” he says.

“I know. It’s good, isn’t it?” Percy grips my hips as he buries his cock deep. I’m paralyzed between them, my pleasure stretched to its breaking point.

“Talk to me, Gwen,” Percy says. “I won’t start moving until you’re ready.”

Lance raises his eyebrows, still studying my face. “You ready?”

I let out an anxious laugh. “No way I was prepared for this. I’m going to come if either of you move another muscle.”

Lance grins. “That makes two of us.”

“That makes three of us,” Percy adds with a laugh. “But that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

I bite my lip and nod, then look over my shoulder at him. He’s just as flushed and wild-eyed as Lance, sweat beading on his forehead, but he isn’t moving. I drop my forehead to Lance’s shoulder and close my eyes.

“Fuck me as hard as you fucking can. Don’t you dare stop until I beg for mercy.”

They groan in unison and obey, slamming into me hard and fucking in a frenzy of thrusts, slaps, and grunts. My orgasm hits me almost instantly and persists for what feels like an eternity. In reality, it probably only lasts a minute or two, but the entire universe opens up within my body, exploding into stars and comets and new galaxies.

It’s their orgasmic grunts and yells mixing with my hoarse cries that makes it all feel real again, their clutching hands and sticky skin against mine, and Lance’s seeking mouth grasping at my lips and holding me hostage in a searing kiss that lasts until the final tremor subsides.

I go limp atop his chest, panting and spent, not even caring about the sticky wetness and the slick sweat pooled between us amid remnants of cheesecake. Percy carefully withdraws from me, leaving me feeling empty, yet completely full at the same time.

“Don’t move,” he says, disappearing into the bathroom. Lance and I both let out weak chuckles.

“As if I could,” Lance says. He strokes both hands down my back and rests them on my ass. “As if I’d want to.” He heaves a sigh, then nuzzles against my temple. “Was that good?”

“So good. Gold stars for you both.” I’m barely coherent, but gratified by the squeeze he gives my ass.

“Do you hurt?” he asks, one finger gently probing farther, then lightly stroking over my sensitive opening. He’s still inside me, and the touch makes me quiver and clench when fresh pleasure floods my already overwrought system.

“No. Just sore from how intense it was, but that’s what I wanted.” I turn my head so I can see his face. He cranes his neck to look at me, our noses nearly touching.

“You wanted it to hurt?”

I smile and shake my head. “No, I wanted you both to fuck me hard enough to leave a mark. I want to feel it for longer than a day. Long enough to blot out any other memories when I go back to my office. Not that what we did there didn’t help, but just in case that wasn’t enough.”

“Makes sense.”

Percy returns with a damp wash cloth and climbs up behind me again, then begins to gently rub the warm cloth between my cheeks.

“Lift and let me get the rest of you,” he says.

I obey, finding the strength to rise onto hands and knees, a little sad at having to finally lose the comforting weight of Lance’s cock from inside me.

Percy cleans me, then carefully wipes down Lance’s flaccid cock. I shift to the side, falling against the pillows in the middle of the bed and draping my leg across Lance’s hips. He cradles me against him with a very satisfied sigh while Percy disappears back into the bathroom and turns on the water.

Lance is silent for a moment, tracing the side of my arm with his fingertips where it’s draped across his chest. His touch turns agitated after a moment, and I look up to see a deep frown on his face.

“What is it, honey?” I ask, reaching up to swipe my thumb across the lines beside his mouth. That’s when I see the wetness pooling in his eyes, on the verge of spilling free. I sit up more. “Oh, baby, talk to me. Please.”

He takes a shaky breath and looks at me, pure agony filling his eyes. “My mom… she died when I was six.”

I remain silent while he confesses every memory from his dark, traumatic past, my heart breaking over and over for the child he was and the mother he lost. It wasn’t an easy loss, if there is such a thing. She died a violent death, one that could have been avoided if the police had done their jobs.

What’s worse was that both Lance and his brother had to bear witness to the entire event, had to watch while masked carjackers forced their mother to pull to the side of the road in a secluded area of town, dragged her out, raped her, then murdered her. They tossed her sons out into the ditch with their mother’s bleeding body and left with her car.

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