Page 79 of Run Like the Devil

Something blunt and warm and hard teased my cunt, and it didn’t take much to figure out what it was. Some things were just instinctual, and it seemed the sensation of a cock against me was one of them. I tried to shift back, to sink it into me, but Gorrin held me in place.

“Do you want him?” Gorrin asked, his voice almost loud in the silent room. He wasn’t next to my ear, didn’t whisper filth only to me, and it made his words come across as so much more vulgar than they were.

“Yes,” I whined, the sound able to break through all the desire raging inside me enough to embarrass me.

Gorrin laughed softly, an odd noise from him, but he pulled back on my hips to force Tyrus’ hard cock into me.

It hadn’t been that long, all things considered, since I’d last had sex. Still, I whimpered at the way he stretched me. Something bumped into me, and when I twisted to figure out what it was—I didn’t know much about Tyrus’ demon form, so if he has a second cock or something, I felt like I should have gotten a warning about it—only to find Gorrin’s hand wrapped around the base of Tyrus’ shaft, guiding him into me.

My cheeks heated as the truth hit me, that reason for the noise Tyrus had let out earlier. Gorrin had been stroking Tyrus.

And fuck, I wished I’d gotten to actually watch that. That felt like a masterpiece, like a work of art I would have loved to sit back and study for a while. What a waste to miss out on it…

Yet, when Gorrin released Tyrus to pull me back in a hard yank, one that plunged the rest of Tyrus’ cock deep into me, I found I couldn’t regret anything too much.

I didn’t need Gorrin’s help before my hips began to move, sliding forward then back again, dragging the head of Tyrus’ dick against every sensitive spot inside me. It was strange, having him beneath me, submitting to me, allowing me to take my pleasure from him.

It was even stranger given his current form, because by looks alone, he appeared as a monster, as something impossible to hold down. Yet he let me keep my hands on his chest, pinning him to the floor, as I fucked myself on his thick shaft. He didn’t fight it, didn’t try to take control back, just gave me whatever I wanted.

Gorrin ran his hand up my back, following the curve of my spine until he reached the nape of my neck. He used it to pull me upright, the change in position allowing Tyrus’ cock to stroke somewhere different inside me.

“You look lovely like this, so lost to pleasure, so hungry. One of the amazing things about humans is how easily they devolve to instinct, how quickly they shed their civility to reveal the pleasure-seeking animal they are beneath it all. How do you feel, little fish, between us like this? Do you like this?”

Since my brain hardly worked, I was damn thankful Gorrin asked easy questions.

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Good.” Gorrin nipped at my shoulder, his teeth scraping over my skin, making me wish he’d bite harder. “You’re the sort of woman who would never be satisfied by a substandard showing, but you’re also the only one I would care enough to ensure you had all you could take.”

He slid one of his hands down my front, trailing his fingers in the valley between my breasts, over the softness of my stomach, then traced to the side. He passed over my hip, over the side of my ass, then reached down to run his fingers over my cunt, along where Tyrus’ cock spread me open.“You are drenched. I would love to take you at the same time as Tyrus, to fill you so much more.”

“Yes.” As soon as that word left my lips, I realized it was all I’d said lately. So much for playing hard to get.

Gorrin let out a long sigh, the breath warm against my neck. “Do not tempt me too much, because my self-control can only be pressed so far before it snaps. While I would love to sink into you, we lack the proper tools or time to prepare you.”

I almost asked what he meant, but when he moved his fingers—now drenched with my own wetness—from my cunt and up to my ass, I caught up fast.

He didn’t keep moving from there, though. I was used to that area being more of a passing place, the kind of spot where a partner got turned around before realizing they weren’t where they’d meant to be.

Gorrin made it clear he knew exactly where he was when he rubbed gently at the tightness there, pressing without breaching.

Which meant he was saying he wanted to…

I froze at the thought, some of the lust inside me cooling.

“If you seriously think you’re putting that anywhere near my ass, you don’t need to worry about the Path driving you crazy—clearly you’re nuts already.”

Gorrin snorted before scraping his teeth over my shoulder. “Are you sure? The way you’re twitching, the way you’re bringing your hips back is pressing my finger harder against you. I think you are more interested than you want to admit. Just imagine it, hmm?” He brought his other hand up, sliding two of his thick fingers into my mouth, and despite the embarrassment of it, I greedily took them in just as Tyrus had before.

Gorrin wielded his words like yet another body part he could use to turn me on. “Imagine having someone here.” He jerked me down roughly, forcing Tyrus’ cock deeper into me. “Someone here.” He pressed those fingers deeper into my mouth, mimicking thrusting to drive home his point. “And someone here.” With that, he sank the thick tip of one finger into my ass. He didn’t go deep, just barely breaching the tight ring of muscles there, but it sure as hell made his point.

Between the touches and his words, my mind supplied all the filthy details itself.

I pictured exactly what he’d implied. I swirled my tongue around Gorrin’s fingers, imagining they were thicker, that it was Hale’s cock, that I could tease the piercings that lined the bottom of his shaft. It wasn’t the same, but I could pretend with the best of them.

At the same time, I imagined that the finger Gorrin teased my ass with was his cock. That was a lot harder to pretend, given that a not-so-insignificant part of my brain couldn’t do the mathematical gymnastics needed to work out just how he could fit there, or better put, how I could actually enjoy it.

Still, the feeling of his finger wasn’t unpleasant. Areas of my body that had never really been paid attention to lit up, responding to his touch with something that broached pleasure. It was like experiencing just how good oral felt the first time, when a whole damn new world opened around me.

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