Page 98 of Gemini Queen
It’s like the three of us are wired to a bomb and his words trigger the charge.
Suddenly she knows what to do, her deft little fingers popping the button on his pants and dragging down his zipper. Bless that girl for giving me an absolutely pornographic image of the swollen head of my boyfriend’s cock shoving past his open zipper, already flushed and dripping with need, the heavy ring of his piercing simply begging for my tongue.
She works a hand inside to knead him. He fucks her fist, his breath heavy and labored in my ear. His passion pounds and rages through me. I lean in to swipe my tongue over his bite, because I too have shifter blood. And suddenly, this protective tending of him is something I too crave.
The knowledge that my mouth rests where hers was—my queen, my nemesis—sparks an erotic frisson that makes me savage.
I span the lean ripple of his ribs with my hands. Her silken arms graze mine. Static crackles and pops against my skin with every glancing contact. She’s wired to blow, and he’s burning up, he’s hot to the touch with mating heat.
The longer he has to wait, the worse he’ll have to suffer.
He drags up my shirt and I arch my back to help him, fighting free of my coat so he can peel the shirt over my head. I’m scenting like blazes and, damn, I want both of them positively reeking of my essence. I want both of them underneath me so I can control the pace of our pleasure.
“As much as I adore these leather pants of yours, darling,” I purr at Ronin, “I do believe we’d both like to get you out of them.”
Zara murmurs her approval and rolls to her feet, which frees him too to scramble up.
She toes off her boots and he seizes the moment to haul her into his arms and claim her in a primal kiss, one hand fisting in her hair to bend her back, the other hooking under her thigh to wrap her leg around him and rut into her. She shoves his pants lower and writhes against his cock, her sexy hips already finding the brutal rhythm they’ll share when they’re fucking.
I sprawl on the futon to enjoy the show, my eyes drinking them in, her sleek suntanned body wrapped around his tattooed frame, my ears soaking in their gasps and moans.
Dear God, I’m going to self-combust.
I slide a hand into my tight briefs, already drenched with my own precum, and wrap a fist around my aching cock. The pleasure’s so intense my toes are curling. I slick my own fluid down my length and arch into my pumping fist, loving the audible liquid slide of flesh on flesh.
“Off,” Ronin growls, dragging at her leggings. “I want to bloody see you naked when you suck my cock.”
God, that’s what I want to see too, our queen naked at his feet with his big dick in her mouth. A groan wrenches through me, and their heated eyes swerve to find me jacking off, thighs spread and trousers open, my bulging cock straining against my lavender briefs, appropriately embellished with a glittering rhinestone crown.
I swear the two of them look like angels, my Valyrian lovers, his eyes glowing golden and hers glowing purple, her hair floating around her shoulders like seaweed in a gentle current. My skin tingles with sexual charge, because it’s perfectly clear she likes what she’s seeing.
“I do like it,” she breathes. “You’re sexy as fuck, Vasili.”
She’s inside my head, my queen, we’re bonding, and for some incomprehensible reason it’s arousing as hell that it’s I as well as Ronin who’s flipping her switch. I gasp out a curse and tilt my head back and let them both watch.
“Gods, I need to be fucking you,” Ronin growls. “Both of you.”
The rustle of clothing snaps my head up in a hurry, because I don’t want to miss a single moment of what’s about to take place. Ronin’s peeling her out of her leggings to expose the innocent white panties wrapped around her showgirl hips, panties that frame the streamlined legs of a runway model. I can’t believe how gorgeous she is, with her Hollywood curves and her supermodel tan and her Penthouse piercings and her virginal panties.
But there’s nothing virginal about the way she’s dragging Ronin’s pants off.
He’s so hard for her, his thick cock absolutely rigid and dripping with need, his sleek skin gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat. The sight of him makes my heart hammer.
I literally can’t wait to see her take his cock.
“And I can’t wait to see him take yours,” she breathes.
God, yes, there’s no hiding anything from her. I don’t even want to hide anything from her. I don’t want to hide from anything that’s about to happen between us.
“Come over here, darling,” I murmur to Ronin. “I want you sitting on this futon and spread wide for us.”
He gives me a smoking look. “I hope that means I’m about to feel both your mouths wrapped around my cock.”
I grin, because my boyfriend never has a problem asking for what he wants, and tonight he’s definitely going to get it. The thought of sharing his cock with Zara quickens the glide of my palm along my shaft. But I don’t want to come just yet.
Somehow, I force myself to stop and stand and wait for them.
He saunters over and sits the way I want him, knees spread wide enough to expose not only his cock but his swollen sac, just begging to be tongued.
