Page 3 of Surrendering the Skies

Ash met her gaze from behind the other man’s shoulder. “I’ve never met a challenge I didn’t want to tackle head-on, but it might be a little tricky. Someone’s bound to notice, even if it’s just while calculating the food rations.”

Marcus smiled, though it was tinged with hints of melancholy. “As much as I’m going to miss you, I have zero desire to go to Kasarad. I’ll hold down the fort at home while you go perform your assigned duties.”

“Oh, fine.” She slid closer to him, yearning to feel more of his warmth. “Any last requests?” she asked, her lips hovering over his.

“You know what I want.” He threaded his fingers through her hair. “I want both of you.”

She kissed him, eager to taste him again. Her hand mirrored his prior movements, trailing over the long lines of his torso. When she slipped it behind him to pull him against her, she met the solid wall of Ash’s abs. Reaching farther, she repeated the feathery caresses on him, enjoying how they each felt so different yet so irresistible.

While she touched and explored, Marcus’s hands rose to cup her breasts. He massaged and kneaded, his fingers sinking into her supple flesh. Her breath hitched in her throat when he dragged his thumb over one of her hardened nipples, but he refused to release her.

Geneva swirled her tongue around his, intoxicated by his ardent kisses and skillful manipulations. Every application of his fingertips sent sparks shooting straight between her legs. As he continued to lave attention upon her breasts, his stiff erection pushed against her thigh.

She snaked a hand between them, but when she went to grip the base of his cock, she found another set of fingers already there. Ash’s fist encircled the solid shaft, so she abandoned her original plan and dipped her hand lower to fondle his balls.

A strained groan rumbled from Marcus’s throat. His grasp on her strengthened, and her back arched in response, thrusting her chest upward. He tore himself away from her mouth and kissed a path down her neck, arriving at the tops of her breasts. Stinging nibbles, soothed by the broad application of his tongue, further kindled her arousal, and she lost herself to the dizzying sensations.

Through her haze, she felt Ash withdraw, granting her better access to Marcus’s cock. She sensed movement behind him yet didn’t give it much thought until his entire body jolted. A sharp gasp hissed between his teeth, and he buried his face in her neck, his muscles tense.

“Ash!” She lifted her head to give him a disapproving glare. “I thought we’d take things slow for once.”

“I didn’t hear Marcus suggest anything to that effect.” Ash shifted again, and whatever he was doing to incite pleasure elicited another ragged groan from the man between them. “But if you think I should stop—”

“No!” Marcus cut him off. “I mean…wait…” His breathing slowed as the others paused their provocation. “I don’t want things getting too intense yet. Like I said—”

“I know,” Geneva said, fluffing his hair. “You want us both.” She directed his face up toward hers and grinned. “Your wish is our command.”

She extracted herself from his embrace and knelt on the mattress to arrange the pile of pillows to her liking. Opposite her, Ash rolled over and grabbed a bottle from the nightstand. Marcus shifted to face him, tracking his movements with half-lidded eyes. As Ash uncapped the bottle, he reached out and trailed his fingers up and down the length of his thick cock.

After pouring a dollop of lube into his palm, Ash closed the bottle and tossed it behind him, where it landed with a thump near the foot of the bed. Together, he and Marcus oiled his erection from base to tip. Ash’s jaw twitched when the other man’s palm grazed the broad head of his cock, lust darkening his eyes.

Geneva curled up on her side to watch them, leaning against the pillows. Marcus pulled himself into a sitting position, returning his hand to Ash’s slickened shaft. Ash leaned down to plant a fiery kiss on his parted lips but didn’t linger for long. “Whenever you’re ready, say the word,” he said.

He nodded. “I’m all yours.”

Ash guided him onto his hands and knees. Stroking his back, he maneuvered into position. As he pushed forward, Geneva brushed her thumb over the contour of Marcus’s cheekbone, reveling in the pure bliss displayed on his face. Every quickened breath or involuntary moan was music to her ears, and the impassioned sounds further fueled her own arousal.

Her gaze flicked to Ash. No part of his cock was visible, and he held his lover in place with a hand on either side of his slim hips. Though she adored watching them together, their bodies united, she wasn’t willing to play a passive role for the rest of the evening. “I’m still waiting for my orders,” she teased.

Marcus seized her wrist. “I’m ready for you, too,” he said, his voice little more than a growl.

She slid beneath him, supporting herself on the pillows she’d carefully piled against the headboard. Spreading her legs wide, she took Marcus’s cock into her hand and aligned it with the entrance to her pussy. It was an intricate, calculated routine, though one they’d performed numerous times. With her guidance, he penetrated her slick folds, all while Ash remained embedded in his ass.

Geneva exhaled, every nerve in her body alight with exhilaration. The stack of pillows prevented their combined weight from becoming uncomfortable, though her movements were limited. She touched Ash’s arm, her fingertips digging into his taut bicep to issue her wordless plea.

Together, they lunged forward, moving with short, deliberate thrusts. Marcus’s cock impaled her, filling her to the brim. Her thighs ached with the strain of accommodating them both, but she wouldn’t have traded the feeling for anything in the universe.

Marcus’s head dropped to the pillow beside her, his heavy pants for air echoing in her ear. She looked past him toward Ash, whose teeth gritted together as he fought to maintain control. With every buck of his hips, he fucked both of them. The storm surging inside her wouldn’t be contained for much longer.

She looped one arm around Marcus’s torso, holding him tight, while maintaining her contact with Ash. Marcus’s fists clenched in the sheets on either side of her, and he let out a primal groan. He quaked and thrashed in her embrace, pinned in place and unable to escape from either one of them.

Another forceful propulsion from Ash slammed him deeper inside her, and she cried out. Her cunt spasmed around Marcus’s throbbing cock, yet she, too, lay trapped beneath them. The room spun around her, blurring her vision, and she closed her eyes to ride out the storm of her climax.

After withdrawing, Ash collapsed to the side of them, allowing her to catch her breath. Marcus stayed wedged between them, his breath warm on her shoulder. Limbs entangled, they resumed their gentle touches and sweet caresses, basking in their shared intimacy.

Geneva danced her fingers through the reddish curls sprinkling over Ash’s chest. “Good call on the food delivery,” she said, smiling. “I don’t think any of us wants to get up or get dressed right now.”

He covered her hand with his, matching her content expression. “Someone’s going to have to go to the door eventually.”

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