White hot fire and desperation.
Heat licks at my limbs as I push back to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to take me harder. Reduced to my instincts, all that remains is the primal desire to chase this feeling… this absolute need for release.
“Come here,” Amon commands, and Cas doesn’t hesitate, lifting his back from the bed. “Hold him there.” There’s a quick loss of touch that’s quickly replaced as Cas weaves both hands through my hair, holding me in place as he thrusts into my mouth.
They shift above me as Amon grabs him by the neck, dragging him forward into a kiss that Cas moans against. “Please,” he whispers, thrusting faster, more shallow, and Amon’s hand on my cock speeds up as I buck underneath them. “Please, A,please.”
“Such a beautiful beggar,” he murmurs, and Cas’s answering whimpers are divine. The intimacy of their kiss, knowing it’s happening above me as they take me from both ends, is too much.
Sparks chase each other up and down my spine as the pressure coils, spinning itself tighter and tighter until it strains. Everything is restrictive, like my skin might explode from it, and I’m hovering in that space where time stands still as my body curls in on itself.
The thread holding me together frays and creaks, cords popping and breaking loose as the whole thing threatens to snap at any moment.
“It’s time, Cas,” Amon says, voice deep and full of power, “time for you to let go. Come for me now, baby. Give our little rose what he wants.”
Another cord severs at his words, and I’m barely holding on.
Cas slams forward with a shout, the beating of his cock a heavy thump against my lips as he comes into my mouth.The first salty blast showers the back of my throat, and that final, flimsy cord breaks free. All that pent-up pressure reaches its breaking point, and ecstasy floods my system in a rush so intense, I almost black out.
My ass clenches around Amon, constricting in a flutter that spreads through my body, shaking my limbs and making my head too heavy. Cum sprays onto the bed in front of me as Amon jerks me, and the double-edged pleasure throbs through my every muscle.
Cas moans as he thrusts, cum leaking out of my lips and trickling down my chin as I call out around his cock. Amon grunts a low series of curses as he bottoms out, the lingering contractions of my release pulsing as he spills deep inside me.
Once the ringing in my ears fades and we’ve all come back to Earth, Cas eases me off his cock and lifts my face to his. Heartbreakingly tender, his gentle fingers wipe the tears that streak my cheeks, then he swipes his thumb through the creamy mess on my lips. His eyes settle behind me on Amon, and he offers his coated thumb. Amon sucks it into his mouth as Cas leans in to kiss me.
Full of unfiltered emotion, his tongue is soft and sweet as it dances with mine. He releases me as Amon fists my hair and claims my mouth, still tasting of Cas’s release as he kisses me with a passion he has never shown. A warm rush streams down my thighs as he pulls out of me, never separating our lips.
Heart thundering in my chest, I pull back to find his eyes locked on mine, his usual walls demolished. For the first time, he’s wide open.
Vulnerable.
“Tell me something.” The words tiptoe out on a whisper, almost afraid to find the light of day.
A fleeting moment of uncertainty washes over his face before that trademark easy smirk slips into place. “What would you like to know?”
“Why did you leave?”
There’s a questioning tilt to his head as his brow lifts with practiced precision. “Leave Hell? Did you already forget that you summoned me here?”
“Not that,” I say. “Earlier.” His nostrils flare as his mouth closes, that wariness returning. “In the kitchen, you were upset—”
He jerks his head backward, averting his gaze with a snarl. “Demons don’t getupset…”
“I felt it,” I insist, and he twists further, refusing to meet my eyes. “Youwereupset, and you left, and I want you to tell me why.”
His aura seeps into the air as he whirls back, his control slipping. Something hides in the shadows of his face, exposed and angry at the same time. “You would compel me to answer you?”
“No,” I whisper, and his eyes find mine again. “No, I’d never force you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” The anger in his expression dampens, and I decide pushing boundaries can wait. “Come on.” I tug on both of them and nod towards the bed. “Let’s rest.”
The mattress dips under our weight as we climb in, Cas positioning himself at my front while Amon settles in behind me. Ever the cuddler, Cas intertwines our bodies and snuggles in, making sure every surface of our skin touches. My mind drifts to Amon, lying stiff at my back.
The inch of space he left between us might as well be a mile.
He’s worlds away. Unreachable.
Nevertheless, I reach.
He’s wary as I glance over my shoulder at him.