Page 17 of Bright Soul

“Well, I found you first. What is my reward?” I snared his fingers with mine, drawing them away from freeing me of my clothes so soon.

“Us, of course,” Geo answered. Straight to the point, as always, while Ben punctuated it with a kiss on the curve of my neck.

I shivered, the chill in the air only a contrast to the heat of him. I should’ve told him about the online petition, one representation of the executioner’s axe looming over us regardless of whether we had a chance to confront the evil in Cerris City. Maybe I should have mentioned the destroyed camera that’d once offered us a glimpse at Myuna and Phaeron.

But what would we do about any of that now? I twisted in Ben’s hold, taking him in again now that we were face to face. His worries were shadows in the hollows of his face. The last thing he needed was more to shoulder.

“I’ll take that reward. Let’s forget what’s outside this room, at least for tonight,” I said, tracing my fingers up his freshly shaven jaw.

He leaned into my touch. “That’s the best idea I’ve heard in a long while,” he said.

My hand drifted to the soft feathers of his honey-brown hair, drawing him down to meet my lips. He opened up, kissing with the intent to forget, and tasting of coffee with a hint of his usualbreath mints. Effortlessly he lifted and spun me around, my lower back hitting a hard surface.

I opened my eyes, meeting Geo’s gaze, which was darkening with lust. He sat on the chair next to the one my head brushed. Ben smiled against my mouth, holding up a strip of cloth…the tie to my robe, which pooled around me to reveal my naked form. I hadn’t bothered with underwear.

Ben released me suddenly, skimming his touch up my curves. His calloused fingertips rubbed the chilled pucker of my nipples. “Hey, babe, lean back. I need to eat too,” he said with a hint of his usual smirk.

“What if I’m hungry as well?” I asked playfully.

Geo eased his meal aside and helped guide me so my back was fully on the table. He stood and left my line of sight while Ben cupped my thighs and eased my legs around his shoulders. A little sound of pleasure left us both when his tongue ran up the seam of my slit and he kissed the bud at its apex. I moaned from the electric thrill that jumped through me.

I heard Geo return to his seat and the scrape as he repositioned it. He set something ceramic down close to my ear. “I will feed you anything you desire,” he rumbled. The pad of his fingertip pressed to my lips, and I opened, surprised by the taste of sweet coffee. I licked his finger clean and sucked on the digit. The swirl of my tongue hinted that I expected him to “feed” me something else.

In response, Geo next placed a circle of smoked meat in my mouth, and I chewed carefully, experimenting with this while Ben coaxed his way between my lower lips with shorter licks. He’d picked up on the mood and slowed down from his usual eager feasting to prolong the moment.

I swallowed, accepting a cracker next. Though a little stale, this food packed more flavor than the last meal I remembered…my breakfast in the hospital. My belly rumbled, suddenlyravenous. I tightened my thighs around Ben, grinding against his face for more. His eyes were slanted with amusement as well as the lust that grew sharper when I closed my lips around Geo’s finger again for a small taste of coffee.

I was glad they’d brewed some, even though we were taking in the caffeine later than we should. I’d come in here feeling drained and stressed, but my heart zipped with new energy as they teased out my pleasure. They just so happened to meet two needs at once.

When I came, I bit Geo’s finger, and he moaned deeply. He breathed without trouble, no sign of stone dust or the apathy of his other form. The way he watched the pleasure break across my expression and how I threaded my fingers through Ben’s hair possessively showed that Geo was fully with us, completely a man.

As I lay there recovering from my pleasure high, they motioned between themselves, negotiating how they’d share me next.

“If we’re doing food-themed tonight,” I said, my voice husky. “Then I had better be sandwiched between you as soon as possible.”

“You heard the lady.” Chuckling, Ben flipped Geo a condom. We’d discussed the birth control I’d started taking in a private moment, but they still had to use protection until the pill took effect. I was just glad Ben had taken a few condoms in his wallet.

Geo caught my chin between his thumb and forefinger, stealing a kiss. “He got to taste you. I want you next,” he practically growled.

I felt a brief pang of worry that he was letting his old reluctance to share me rise to the surface until his fingers skimmed down my lower belly, cupping and rubbing my slippery womanhood. His thick digits spread me, and I moaned as he curled them, shooting a bolt of pleasure through my core.

“Fine by me,” Ben said.

I nodded in breathless agreement and slipped off the table, the fabric of my robe making it a fast trip to land on my jelly-like legs. Ben caught me and helped pass me to Geo. Soon, I was lip-locked with the gargoyle, pressed firmly to his clothed front.

Geo had to release me to get the shirt off his body. I took that moment to help him, shortening the time between acts so I wouldn’t need to think. After freeing his erection from the confines of his pants, I stole the condom from his fingers and slipped it onto his heavy shaft in one loving stroke.

I’d been shared by these two men enough to prefer having them at the same time rather than needing to choose between them for an evening. Sometimes I wondered what it would be like to add a third man, especially one with a tail and shadows solid enough to feel like stroking fingers. But I shook off thoughts of Phaeron, knowing longing would sour the night if I let it into my heart.

We didn’t make it to the bed. Geo was strong enough to lift me without trouble halfway there, and I anchored myself with my legs around his solid thighs, arms braced on his shoulders. I tugged his white locs and shivered with anticipation as Ben stepped up behind me, squeezing my waist while Geo had my ass cupped in his broad palms.

Ben’s teasing touch ran up and down my back, his mouth on my neck from behind. He brushed my slit and teased his thumb between my cheeks, using my own slick to prepare my ass for a bigger insertion. My breath came in slow, eager pants against Geo’s mouth. Ben leaned down, lips brushing my ear. “Is this when I make a sandwich pun?” he whispered.

“No,” Geo answered shortly.

He practically pouted. “I had a clever one. Salami was involved.”

I sank my teeth into my bottom lip to keep from bursting out laughing. I’d missed their back and forth. “Actions over words, Ben,” I said.

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