Page 107 of Iris
I turn, drag Xavier down, and I kiss his scar, running my tongue along the length, the taste of his skin, the leather and the spiced honey is real and it morphs on my tongue into a nectar I need to survive. I make a sound as I suck on his skin, and he arches back his head, mine filled with a purring growl ofyesss.
But he manages to pull me off as though I’m nothing more than a bug, but he doesn’t let me go, and the warmth from his hands tempers the burn in my skin.
“We have to,” Killian says. “Fuck, how are you making me the responsible one?”
I look at him and try and get free. “You’re not. You’re reckless, you’d have fucked me against that wall. What, you need an audience?”
His eyes narrow. “I had one. And you’ve lost your mind to the heat.”
“No.” I struggle to keep my focus. If I look at one of them I have it. I have my world, or all the world I need. “I’m clear. I told you. I want you.”
I manage to break free and I pitch forward into Killian who grabs me now. There’s a buzz now in me, and the aching hurt builds and I push into him, kissing him, and when he tries to stop I kiss down his throat, licking, biting.
He lets me go and gets up. “Fuck.”
I start to pull off my clothes, getting tangled as my fingers stop working.
Then there’s a fierce growl, and it takes me too long to realize it came from Killian. He’s staring at me like I’m a meal and he’s a starving man.
“Fuck it,” he snarls. And then I’m pinned down, right as Killian rips off the bra and pulls up my skirt, exposing me to them.
And the beating throb of desire hits harder, and I can barely breathe.
Pain and need and want.
I’m dissolving down into all those things and the parts that will make me complete are here, not doing anything except…
Glittering eyes look down at me in silence. Two sets. Both blue, a different blue but the desire burning the same in both men. They’re barely hanging on, too.
It’s like time’s stopped and this moment is it. The one the world hinges on.
Xavier’s fingers pull back my panties, and they hiss and tear. Cool air touches my pussy and I moan.
“A taste to take the edge off,” Killian mutters.
He kisses me as fingers push into me, stretching me out, and pleasure rushes in, the kind that riles, yes, but also soothes the pain, smooths it down as he starts to thrusts.
Killian kisses his way down, his knee holding one thigh down, as Xavier does the same with the other. I’m open. Spread. Invaded. For them. By them. And he takes one of my nipples in his mouth, rolling it with his teeth as he licks and sucks at the other.
Delight. That’s the word. Euphoric delight fills me.
I’m spinning upward and being grounded at the same time, the fingers stretch in me and flutters rush through my flesh as he starts on my clit.
A brightness hits.
One man, each breast.
Xavier inside me, Killian working my clit in round slow strokes.
But something changes.
I get hotter in a different way, like they’re feeding my fire and I’m feeding theirs.
The world outside us is so hazy it doesn’t exist. There’s only this. Only them.
Only my pleasure that’s waiting to unleash.
The first wave almost makes me pass out, the fingers in me begin to fuck me harder, the fingers on my clit stroke me rougher and the mouths on my breasts, they claim me, each bite is bliss and a mainline to my clit.
