Page 50 of Raising Hell

“More than ready.” Palms on my back, he guides me forward until my chest is flush against Cas. Nerves pound inside my body, and I’m anxious, but not scared.

My demons would never hurt me.

Heat presses against my ass and thighs as Amon inches closer, the unmistakable pressure of his cock against my already full hole. It’s slick with lube as he slides the tip up and down, gently rocking as my muscles relax. “If at any point it gets to be too much, all you have to do is say stop.”

“Right.” I draw in a steadying inhale, countering the sting of the stretch as he pushes forward. “These days I forget about compulsion.”

Amon’s sudden stillness behind me is unnatural, then the heat of his skin burns along my back as he leans forward. “No,” he says, a touch of power in his tone. “Not because of fucking compulsion, Rory. If it’s too much, you speak up and it willstopfor no other reason than we love you. Tell me you understand that.”

Tears pool in my eyes at the sincerity in his voice. Cas places a sweet palm on my cheek, pushing our foreheads together. “Magic or not, you run the show.”

“Thank you… both of you.” I swallow hard, meeting the dark eyes over my shoulder. “I understand, Amon.”

“Good boy,” he purrs, inching forward and breaching my ring of muscles, sliding the crown of his cock inside me to join Cas’s. My head throws back as I call out, my nerves on fire with the fullness. He scoots his hips to push himself deeper, just a tiny bit at a time, and my entire body lights up, buzzing and tingling like electric sparks dance across my skin.

“Fuck, your cock feels amazing in that tight hole with me,” Cas groans, twitching and flexing underneath me as he fights the urge to move. “Amon… goddamn, that’s fucking amazing.”

Amon’s breath is heavy as he penetrates me with calculated, careful rocks of his hips. “Are you okay?” he asks, and I love the hitch in his voice—love that I’m the one who put it there.

“Perfect,” I whisper, and he releases one of those deep, naughty chuckles that I’ve grown to love so much. The deeper he sinks, the more my body comes alive, knowing I have both of my demons inside me.

Amon’s hand wraps around my hipbone, and he murmurs, “Almost there,” right as his hips slam forward and his skin sits against mine.

“Fuck, fuck,fuck!” Cas yells, the back of his head digging into the pillow. “It’s so fucking tight.”

“Stay still until I say otherwise,” Amon orders, and Cas whimpers as his thighs tremble with the need to move. The overwhelming fullness subsides as Amon withdraws, leaving only the tip of his thick cock inside me, and then he thrusts forward again as Cas and I both moan. “You feel exquisite, my love,” Amon purrs, planting a kiss on my shoulder.

He maintains this slow, controlled rhythm, each stroke soothing and relaxing my body, until the initial sting morphs into pure pleasure. It’s all delicious tension and pressure that throbs against my skin, begging to be set free.

And then Cas moves.

“Oh,fuck!” I shout as he grips my hips, lifting me before slamming me back down onto them both. The fullness mixed with the angle rubs me in all the right places, and a fresh wave of arousal rampages through my body. Overwhelmed by the sensation of both of them filling me, stretching me,fuckingme, I’m unable to form coherent words, babbling nonsense as I beg.

Only one word makes it past my lips.

More.

Cas’s face turns red, jaw ticking and teeth clenching as they fuck me in earnest. He finds a perfect rhythm with Amon, sweat beading on overheated skin and fingers burrowing pits into muscles.

It’s frantic and mindless, and I’m begging, pleading.

More.

My hands push into Cas’s heaving chest as I lift my torso, my fingernails digging in as all three of us groan at the new position. The way they move inside me is mind-numbing, the friction hurtling me towards the edge.

“I’m not going to last,” Cas whimpers as my nails drag across his skin, scratching angry red trenches that make him call out.

A wicked smile spreads on my lips as I pitch forward, taking in every twitch and flex of his gorgeous face as he writhes under me, completely lost in the moment. “Hey, Cas?”

“Yes, gorgeous?” he gets out even as his eyes roll back into his head.

I push power into my voice as I say, “You need to come for me now.”

A long, loud moan leaves his lips as he thrusts harder, more desperately. There is no trace of rhythm left in his movements, only an intense, primal urge to fulfill my command. His back jolts off the bed as if struck by electricity, crying out as a rush of warmth fills me.

“Fuck, I feel that,” Amon grunts, thrusting harder as the slippery sounds take over the room. “I feel you coming.” Everything is wet and slick between us, and my cock is unbearably hard as I grind into the overwhelming sensations.

“Stay hard,” I order Cas in an exhale, continuing to ride him as his thick cock beats inside me. I’m so close that I can’t hear past the ringing in my ears or see anything other than the explosions behind my eyelids.

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