Page 58 of A City of Emeralds and Envy
“It vibrates.” Riordan tries to say it casually, but his voice is thicker than usual, and his own cock is stiffening again. “What of it?”
“I’m only saying—it looks rather tempting.” The Cat tilts his head, eyeing the precum beaded at Jasper’s tip. “I don’t usually take a cock in the ass, but this one—I could make an exception.”
Riordan stares down at him. “You’re joking.”
“I’m not joking. I think it would feel marvelous.” Caer licks his teeth and leans in. “But I don’t think this soft little Fae could muster the backbone to do the job properly. He’s a tender little dumpling, aren’t you?” He pinches Jasper’s ass. “You couldn’t fuck me thoroughly, not if your life depended on it.”
I’ve had enough. I rise from the bed, conscious of the slickness coating my inner thighs, and the fresh flood of wetness brought on by Caer’s games.
“Stop teasing the poor thing,” I order. “Riordan, let go of him. He’s mine.”
Riordan releases Jasper’s throat, and Caer retreats, snarling softly in his throat.
Jasper stares at me as I approach, adoration in his eyes as he surveys my bare body.
I reach up, slide my fingers into his golden curls, and tug his face down for a kiss.
Caer snarls again, and I’m reminded of what Riordan said—that the Cat never learned to share. But he did well enough sharing me with Riordan just now, and he’s clearly attracted to Jasper. I think he can be persuaded.
Softly I break the kiss, letting my body skim against Jasper’s. His dick vibrates against my thigh, and I smile up at him. “Would you like to play with us?” I murmur.
He swallows hard and nods, his blue eyes bright with hope.
I turn to Riordan, relieved to find his gaze fiery with interest.
“He can join,” says Riordan, low. “But he must agree to obey our commands. Our last pet proved to be rather stubborn, didn’t she, Caer? Rather too strong and independent to be truly submissive. I think we have space for a new one, as long as he knows his place.”
“Oh, I like that.” Caer stalks nearer again, his tail swishing against Jasper’s rear. “Can you do that, precious? Can you be our soft little pet?”
Jasper’s face lights up still more. “I would love nothing more than to serve all of you, in anything you ask.”
“But we won’t ask anything dreadful,” I assure him. “Or anything you’d rather not do.” I throw a warning glare at the Cat and the Rabbit. Caer gives me a joyously devilish grin, and Riordan smirks.
Caer darts in, one hand at the small of my back, the other curled around Jasper’s chin. “My first command to you, pet, is to show how quickly that vibrating dick of yours can bring our delicious Alice to orgasm.”
And so begins the longest, most decadent night of my life.
I come with Caer’s long purple tongue writhing inside me and Jasper’s vibrating cock touched to my clit, while Riordan murmurs, “Open for me, kitten,” and coats the surface of my obedient tongue with his cum.
When Caer lies on his back on the bed, legs up, and takes Jasper’s dick in his ass, I come again, with Riordan’s fingers on my sex and my hand around his cock.
I climax again with Jasper’s face buried in my pussy, while Riordan bends Caer over and fucks him until he screams and comes hard, all over the floor.
I lose track of how many combinations we’ve tried—how many hours have passed. I only know that eventually there’s a lull, a gradual emergence from the frenzied haze of sex. We’re no longer clawing and humping and exchanging frantic, hungry kisses… we’ve settled into a soothing, mellow contentment. Naked skin against skin, with the scent of cum and arousal heavy in the air.
I’m lying limp and blissful in the center of the bed, with Jasper softly kissing one of my breasts and Caer playing with my hair, winding it around his slim fingers and combing it with his black claws. I’m sated, or so I believe—but Riordan thinks otherwise. He’s between my spread thighs, lapping my swollen clit, determined to coax one more orgasm from my body. He kisses my pussy, over and over, so tenderly I want to cry. When I fumble for his hand, he gives it to me. Gripping it for leverage, I feed the tiny spark of arousal I feel, nurturing it while Riordan bathes my pussy lips, the inside of my entrance, and my clit, over and over.
Jasper closes his mouth over my nipple, his lips soft and wet, sucking gently. Caer licks my collarbone, nuzzles against the pulse point of my neck, and whispers, “Make that pretty little pussy flutter for us one more time, mousie. Such darling, tender, suckable flesh you have, so very biteable—” and he nips my shoulder, while his claws travel in a slow circle over my other breast.
I’m panting, rising to the peak again, and Riordan senses it in the force of my grip on his hand. “Jasper,” he says through another lick. “I need your cock again. For her.”
Jasper shifts his hips, bringing his rigid cock near enough for Riordan to take it and set its tip delicately against my clit. With a low hum of pleasure at Riordan’s touch, Jasper lets himself vibrate, and I squeal softly at the friction.
“Yes, darling, yes,” Caer moans against my neck, and with a tiny shriek I come for them, sharp little mewls of pleasure leaving my lips as the bliss bathes me again.
“Good girl,” says Riordan, warm approval in his tone. He’s stroking Jasper’s cock, and within seconds the Scarecrow bucks against my side, clinging to me while he comes, while his release sprinkles my skin.
“Such a good girl,” echoes Caer. “And such a good pet, too.” His body is aligned with mine on the opposite side from Jasper, the two of them pinning me in a sandwich of naked chests and sleek Fae limbs.
