I preferred to bottom during sex but had topped a few times. Which way did they like it? I guess I’d find out soon.
“I love the sight of you like this,” Maddox said as he fingered me. He reached around with his other hand to stroke my aching cock. “Bare ass in the air and quivering with need.”
When he suddenly pulled away, I whined. He left for only a moment to grab something from a drawer, then returned. When his finger eased in again, it did so smoother.
Moaning, I rocked backward against his hand, seeking more. They had lube in Bremloc? Or maybe it was olive oil. I’d read before that’s what people used in ancient times. Not that this fantasy world was ancient with its magical conveniences.
Maddox nipped at my ass cheek, a raspy chuckle not far behind. “I feel you squeezing my finger.” He then added a second, and I whimpered. When he spoke again, his voice was deeper. “I love how you respond to my touch.”
His long, skillful fingers made it impossible to keep quiet. And when he retook hold of my cock? Hoarse, needy groans rumbled in my throat.
As he continued prepping me, I cupped Briar through his trousers. A wet spot had formed in the front of them. Briar’s hazel eyes were hooded as he glanced at Maddox over my shoulder, then trailed his gaze down to where the captain had his hand around my shaft, stroking me.
“Touch him,” Briar said on a groan, breaths heavy. “I want to watch.”
Holy shit. Was the good doctor into voyeurism? And why was the thought of being watched by him so hot?
I had no problem obliging his request… but first? I gently bumped my forehead to Briar’s before kissing him. His lips were soft, and he tasted sweet, probably from the piece of candy he’d eaten on our way back from the market.
“You’re beautiful too, ya know,” I whispered. “And kind.”
His eyes misted behind his glasses, and he brought our mouths back together, a bit firmer than before.
I then turned around. Instantly, Maddox’s mouth was crashing against mine.
My heart fluttered like a hummingbird’s wings, excitement and warmth interweaving in my chest. The two of them might’ve been okay with sharing me for the night, but I wanted to give them equal attention. I didn’t want either to feel left out. Because, as complicated as it was, I cared for both of them. Deeply.
Deeper than I even understood.
As we kissed, Maddox unfastened his trousers and tugged them down his hips. Probably too impatient for me to fumble around with them. I gently bit his bottom lip as the thought crossed my mind. Insufferable knight.
All sass was forgotten as his cock sprang free. The bulge I’d noticed several times before was nothing compared to the reality of seeing it in all its glory. Long, thick, and heavy as my fingers curled around his base.
“You don’t even need a sword with a deadly weapon like that in your pants,” I said, giving him a slow pull.
Maddox breathed out a laugh. “That mouth of yours never fails to amuse me. But know this…” He grabbed my nape and lowered his face to the area beneath my jaw. “This weapon is only meant for you.”
I shuddered. “A threat has never sounded so hot.”
Touching wasn’t enough; I wanted to taste him. I buried my face against his pecs and licked down his ribs, then lower to the dusting of hair trailing from his navel. I followed that trail with my lips, eager for what awaited me at the end of it. He sat back a bit on the rug, giving me better access.
“God, you’re huge.” I loved the weighty feel of him in my hand. A drop of precum oozed from his slit, and I wasted no time before lapping it up with my tongue.
“Mmm.” Maddox slid his fingers through my hair.
The rustle of clothes reached my ears, and I glanced over to see Briar taking off his pants. A smile curved his lips as our eyes met. He took his cock in his palm and stroked himself as he watched me and Maddox.
I started a slow rhythm, sliding my lips over Maddox’s tip and back up before descending again, going farther down each time. Maddox wasn’t vocal in his pleasure, but his breathing changed, and his fingers tightened in my blond strands. I took him as deep as I could, eyes stinging, then pulled off with a wet pop before lowering my face to his balls and sucking one into my mouth.
Briar softly groaned from beside us, his hand increasing pace.
The moment was erotic yet intimate, a prelude to what I was certain would be the best night of my life. It already teetered on that edge. What was the final push that propelled me overboard?
Two words: Evan sandwich.
Maddox and Briar exchanged a look, then a subtle nod.
I lifted my head and looked between them, but before I could get a word out, Maddox flipped me to my back on the rug, setting me down gently despite his quick movement. He settled between my legs, a strand of his black hair falling forward as he hovered over me, muscled arms on each side of my head.
