Page 26 of Raising Hell

My name leaves him, an instinctual groan, before he finally attempts to form words. “Amon, it’s too much. Too much.” I thrust harder, arcing my hips to hit him right where he wants it, and a needy whimper bursts from his lips.

“Be a good boy for me now, my sweet,” I whisper in his ear as I drive forward and squeeze his horns. The moan that leaves him is downright filthy as his ass clamps around me, and then he’s calling out in a series of loud, untamed sounds as he buries himself inside Rory.

I continue to thrust, groaning at the pulsing grip around my cock. Cum rolls in streams down the back of Rory’s thighs, Cas’s release so thick that it overflows out of him. Delirious,Cas’s climax stretches out, the squeeze of his body sending me closer to the edge. He is so overloaded with pleasure that he’s turned into a rag doll, heavy-limbed and floppy.

It’s a beautiful sight, the way his square jaw slacks and his eyes cloud with satisfaction.

I pull out and guide him to the bed underneath me, taking a moment to soak in the relaxed happiness on his face. Rory whimpers at the loss of his cock inside him, but as a low, euphoric hum rolls from Cas’s throat, all I can do is huff a laugh.

“Rory, darling, I’m afraid Cas is too blissed out to do much at the moment, but you have another option, you know.” His eyes slam into mine as I flick my brows up and smirk. “There’s a delicious cream-filled snack that I’m dying to sample if you’re willing to share.” He’s still on his hands and knees as I give him a chance to absorb my words.

Cas murmurs something unintelligible from the bed beneath me. My hand taps against his cheek as I say, “Instead of whining, I can think of a much more enjoyable way you could use that mouth.” My knees land on either side of his head and I pitch forward, slipping my cock into his open mouth. He moans around me, the vibrations going straight to my balls.

Rory watches as Cas closes his lips, giving me a soft suck. “What do you say, Rory? Let me finish what he started?”

“Yes,” he whispers, and as soon as the word is out, I lick up his skin, lapping up the creamy trails that stream down his thighs. The salty, heady flavor makes my cock tense, and I push deeper into Cas’s mouth, pulling another groan from him. More of his release hits my tongue as I lick a path up the center of Rory’s ass, collecting a mouthful of cum before I trace a slow circle around his rim.

The delicious little noises he makes are music to my ears as I speed up, choking Cas as I ram into his throat. He’s loud as he gags, but he can take it. We’ve tested these limits before.Rory’s back arches, his cheek meeting the sheet as he offers himself, pushing against me and urging me to go faster.

Cas has regained some function, gripping my ass and encouraging me to take what I need from him. The sensations are almost too much to handle—the warmth and wetness of his mouth, the suction on my cock, and the delicious combination of his release and Rory’s natural musk as I tease his entrance with my tongue.

Hungry for more, his body shakes and trembles as he presses against me. It’s untamed, primal, as he abandons his reservations, surrendering to the pull of my tongue and the smooth glide of my lips, inching closer to the edge he teeters on.

My hands grip the sheets until my knuckles bleach, needing something to ground me. Sliding further into Cas’s mouth, my cock bumps against the back of his throat. Determined, wet lips tighten around me as he coughs and sputters, spit overflowing onto his flushed cheeks.

He catches suction and holds tight, and the orgasm hits me like a sledgehammer, punching the air from my lungs as I shout. My hips drive forward, my cock curving and rubbing against the roof of his mouth as it tries to sink even deeper. Intense, crippling waves of pure electric shock jettison through my body as I come into his throat, feeling the throbbing of my release all the way into my toes. The faint grunts and coughs that sputter around me only encourage me as I force myself deeper.

The rush of pleasure makes my tongue move faster as my fingers dig into the meat of his ass, pulling him onto my face. A few rough, heavy strokes against his hole make him gasp my name.

Myname.

Mine.

The shaking in my limbs grows as they tingle, and my core draws tight, nearing overstimulation as I feel his pressuretrying to break free. I reach between his thighs and grip his cock, stoking just a few times before it catches up to him.

Back arching as he pushes against me, he comes on a shout. His muscles hammer, cock thumping in my grip and hole pulsing as I lick, using lips and tongue to heighten his release as a pool of cum forms on the bed underneath him. A shift of my hips pulls my cock out of Cas’s mouth, but as I settle, his tongue flickers around my rim as I jerk in surprise.

His laugh is quiet, breath warm against my skin, as he languidly slides his hot tongue against my hole, the slight pulses that remain from my orgasm beating in a lazy rhythm.

When Rory’s thighs quiver and his whimpers turn almost pained, I pull away, sated and exhausted. I adjust my position, sitting on Cas’s chest and staring at his grinning face. Even with puffy lips and spit-slicked skin, he’s got an adorable charm you can’t help but appreciate.

I lean to drop a gentle kiss on those perfect lips as Rory falls onto his side and pushes his sweaty hair out of his face, chest heaving as he pants. Cas’s attention immediately shifts to him, and he nudges my thighs for me to move. Grumbling, I do as he asks and watch as he curls up behind Rory. It’s intimate, the way Cas hugs Rory’s back to his front and presses a soft kiss against the nape of his neck.

“Are you okay?” Cas asks softly, and Rory nods, a dazed expression on his face. “I need more than a nod, Rory. Tell me how you’re feeling.”

“Like I just had a threesome with two demons,” he says with a touch of sass, and I can’t help my laughter. Cas grins as well, flashing that dimple that gets him out of so much trouble.

Or into it, depending on what sort of mood he’s in.

“But you’re not… overwhelmed? No regrets?”

“No, Cas. No regrets.” Rory’s gaze floats to mine, his pink tongue slipping over his lips and wetting them. “For either of you.”

Content with his answers, Cas snuggles in, and both their eyes close as they nestle in to the mattress. Uneasiness creeps into my gut, like I am trespassing in forbidden territory, and for a moment, indecision locks me in place. Cas pulls me out of it, his hand landing on my thigh while his dark eyes peer at me from beneath his long lashes.

“C’mere, Amon,” he says, voice raspy and worn from the invasion of my cock. I glance at him, and he nudges his head to gesture behind him.

Gods, a nap sounds fucking amazing. And… cuddling, but no one has to know that.

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