Gemini (16 page)

His knee was exerting a bit of pressure in a pretty good spot, or so he guessed by the way she rocked against him.

“Yeah. Fine.”

He grinned, fully aware that she was getting wet against his thigh. He grabbed her nipple between thumb and finger and gave it a significant tug.

“Quinn.” She had her eyes closed now and her breathing was rough.

“What, baby?”

“You’re pretty good at this.”

He tugged again. “‘Pretty good’? That’s all you got?”

“Um…”

“Guess I’m going to have to demonstrate. Turn on your back, babe.” Quinn helped her over, then pushed her arms up. “Grab hold of the bed.” It was dark cherry wood, a mission-style bed, with heavy slats in the head board. “Don’t let go until I tell you.”

She wrapped her hands around two slats like a good girl. Quinn lifted back to get a good look. Her position with her arms raised had her breasts thrusting up in a totally hot way. “I like the look of that, babe,” he told her. Then he went for her, taking one raspberry nipple into his mouth and giving it a good pull, and thumbing the other.

He sucked at the one nipple like a baby starved for milk, and squeezed and pulled at the other until she whimpered. He slid his other hand between his knee and her pussy and rubbed at her clit. She hummed out a happy little moan. “Still just okay?”

“I said you were pretty good.” But she writhed as she said it, seeking more from his fingers, and he grinned his pleasure against her chest. He gave one more hard pull on her nipple then licked his way south.

He made a path to her trimmed little strip of pubic hair and rubbed his face into it. He nuzzled and then found her clit with his tongue. Stroking her delicately, he gave them both just a taste of what was to come. Lifting to move between her thighs, he bent both her knees up. He put his hands under her ass and shoved her up so her head touched the top of the bed.

“Put your hands behind your knees now.” He knelt between her legs and grabbed her clit between thumb and fingers to keep her simmering.

She did what he asked, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted her spread open, totally vulnerable and on display for him. “Further. Get your knees into the crooks of your elbows. Hike them way up.”

The little whimper she gave might have been complaint, but he chose to think it was excitement. It certainly got him off, the way she complied, the way she tried to please. She pulled her knees so high she had her ass lifted partially off the bed.

“Good girl. Now spread ’em. Open yourself for me.”

With another moan, she let her legs fall open, and there she was. Her pussy presented like an offering, her little cunt gleaming wet, even her rear hole exposed. She was so willing, so unguarded. It was a fucking hot turn on, stirring both his cock and his heart.

“Good, baby, good. You’re very pretty down here. And very fucking tempting. I’m going to suck you. And tongue-fuck you. And this.” Somehow, the vulnerability of her little asshole called to him. He licked some spit onto his thumb and went for it. “I just can’t resist this.”

Her breath skittered out as he touched her there, just circling at first, the tip of his thumb over her closed sphincter. He spread the spit around to wet her, then dipped in a little, just enough for her to feel the pressure at the tight ring there.

“Oh. Quinn. Oh.”

He was sure it wasn’t an objection. And wasn’t sure he would care too much if it was. A little roughly, he pressed further, pushing in so she had to accommodate the whole width of his first knuckle.

She squealed a little at that, an earthy sound of excitement that nearly had him rearing back to shove his cock into her. But he was going to eat her first.

He reamed her, swiveling his thumb around in that tight sphincter and pushed in and out a bit, giving her a little thumb-fucking. At the same time, he went in for her clit. He put his mouth over her, drawing her in and stroking her with his tongue. He pulled on her rhythmically, humming a little vibration into her.

Gem liked it. She moaned and rocked, within minutes so wild with it that he had a hard time holding on. He let go of her clit long enough to shove his tongue up her cunt. She liked that, too, spreading her legs further open and bucking up to get all of him she could.

She was just about getting away from him. He leaned up on one elbow and secured her with his forearm under her ass. Then he rotated his hand with his thumb in her anus so he could plunge his fingers into her cunt. He fucked her both ways then, thumb and fingers into ass and pussy, and went back to her clit with his mouth.

“Ah! Ah!” Gem went wild with it, flexing up to receive his every thrust into her, moaning each time he pulled on her clit. She shuddered and squealed until she was coming, splayed out as far as she could get, offering him every piece of her.

He had all four fingers in her cunt and his thumb up her ass to the hilt when she went over, crying, convulsing. It was a long, hard orgasm, and those last, weak moans she gave were small objections. “Ow. Mmm. Ow.”

He let her clit go, rubbing his face dry against her belly as he moved up her body. Slowly, he drew his fingers and thumb out of her, and she squeaked out a little relief at that. But he didn’t want her to think they were done, so he replaced his fingers with his cock, taking, filling her completely.

Propped up on his elbows, he looked down at his wrecked girl. Her legs had collapsed open, her arms fallen down on the bed. He held her head between his hands, waiting for her eyes to open.

She made him wait for it. Her little, all-fucked-out breaths had changed when he filled her again, not exactly interest but, maybe, expectancy. He pumped into her once to let her know he was still there.

With a hint of reluctance, she opened her eyes to him.

He sank into the warm, loving brown of her eyes. “That okay?” he asked. “Get a little pleasure, did you?”

He could see the effort she made to gather her wits, and the moment she gave it up for lost, too. “All right. You’re a sex god. You fuck me crazy. I’ve never been fucked like that. I’m not sure I’ll ever walk again.” She ran down a little, and he felt a slight squeeze from her pussy that told him more than her wits were gathering. “Is that enough for you?”

No
. “You’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

“My sex slave.”

Her mouth quirked. “Yes.”

“Forever.”

Her eyes were closed again, and he rocked a little into her and she rocked right back. But when she spoke, it was serious as a heart attack. “Yes.”

“That’s my girl.” He leaned in to kiss her, keeping her sweet taste as he got more intent about thrusting into her. Still gently, but steady now.

Then he heard a sound and paused, resting his forehead against hers.

You know where to find us.
He’d fucking said it. He just hadn’t expected this.

* * * *

Gemini had been laid low by that devastating orgasm Quinn had driven into her with his mouth and fingers and thumb. She should have been done,
done
, for at least a week, if not the rest of her life. But he’d insisted she open her eyes to the sweet love shining in his, made her his sex slave—
forever
—and then stirred her desire up with a persistent, gentle fucking. It should have been impossible, but instead it was irresistible.

Suddenly, inexplicably, he stopped moving inside her, rested his head against hers for a moment, and then turned it. He spoke. Not gently, sweetly, teasingly, like he spoke to her, but gruffly.

“We’re not done here.”

And someone else spoke back. “Good. Then I made it in time.”

Clay
.
Oh, good Lord
. She kept her eyes closed in the child-like hope that if she didn’t see him, he wouldn’t be there.

“I figure if we’re both going to love her, we should just…both love her.”

Of course he would figure that. Because, if she’d made it clear she could give her heart to both men, well,
apparently
, that made her open to anything.
Everything
.

“Gem?”

So, he wasn’t going to disappear like a figment of her imagination. Reluctantly, out of hope, she opened her eyes.

And there he was, wonderful, hot, sexy Clay. Slowly taking his shirt over his head and letting her see his ripped abs, his smooth, muscled chest, his strong shoulders. And then those intense blue eyes that shone hot sparks into hers. She watched as he stroked one hand down his chest, along his belly, until it rested over his jeans where his cock was swollen. He rubbed himself a little, then took his hand around to his back pocket. It came back with a little tube of lube, which he tossed onto the bed beside her.

“I want to double-fuck you, Gem. I want your ass, while Quinn fucks your pussy. Are you going to say no?”

She swallowed hard, mesmerized by those eyes, and maybe even by the image evoked by his words. Slowly, she became aware that Quinn’s head was beside her now, his hot breath and then his lips warming the crook of her neck. He had one hand over her breast, his thumb gently strumming her nipple. And he moved inside her, quietly fucking her while another man watched.

Gemini could guess which way he voted.

It turned her on. Quinn fucking into her, Clay watching. Her own arousal rose in response to both those things. Clay unzipped, taking his cock out, stroking himself. His lovely, huge, wanting cock.

Would she say no
? “No.”

Clay’s eyes blazed. He toed out of his shoes and pushed his jeans down his thighs.

“Roll over, Quinn,” Clay instructed. “Take her to her side.”

Quinn took his time about it. He lifted up and cupped her face first, and kissed her—softly, greedily, and back to soft again. “I love you, Gemini,” he said. “You love me back, right?”

Gemini brushed her fingers over his rough, whiskered jaw. “Yes, Quinn. I love you.”

He held her head close to his, their gazes locked, as he rolled to his side and took her with him. He lifted up and brought her lower leg along his hip until it was at his waist, and then settled back down. Hooking her other leg with his hand, he brought that up, too. All the while he pressed firmly into her, keeping her filled.

Clay grunted his approval. “Now, I like the look of that.”

Gemini could imagine what he saw. She was spread open, wrapped around Quinn. He worked his cock into her slowly, very intently. No doubt, Clay had a perfect view of that action, and the effect it had on her body.

She felt his weight as he kneed his way onto the bed. He cupped her cheek and turned her face toward his, then dropped his head and kissed her.

His mouth was hot and sweet, the kiss long and intent, but not rough.

Still, it made her shudder. Clay made love to her mouth while Quinn had both hands fingering her nipples, plucking at her, and his cock fucked gently in and out of her. It was incredibly erotic. So very taking. So very loving.

“Oh, God.”

Clay had lifted up again to look at her. And nudged her head a little until she opened her eyes to him. “You forgot to say something to me last night.”

“Did I?” That was a tease, though, because she knew what he meant. She’d been surprised that he’d left her with those three words still unsaid.

His eyes flared a little. He let himself down on one elbow, keeping his head over hers, his mouth close. But he was doing something with his hands and in a moment she learned what.

She felt pressure at her ass and then a cold shock as he squeezed a large shot of lube into her. Up her.

“Oh.” Her body shuddered, excited and startled at once.

The cold turned to heat as his fingers pressed into her, circling first, reaming, then pushing in. “Clay.”

He timed his plunging fingers to Quinn’s thrusts. It matched, too, the little pinches Quinn gave her nipples. “Oh my God.”

Clay leaned into her, nipping at her earlobe with his teeth, running his tongue along her jaw. He breathed hotly into her ear. “You want my cock up your ass, don’t you? You want us both fucking you, filling you.”

Gemini shuddered again, already so exquisitely stimulated. “Maybe.” It was almost a pant. “Maybe.”

“You do, babe. You fucking hot bitch.” He pushed his fingers into her harder, and she moaned with the impossible pleasure of it. “You do. Say it.”

“Yes. Yes, I want it.”

“Please.”

“Yes. Please. Fuck my ass, Clay.”

He moved closer, and Gemini knew his cock was right there. And, Lord, yes, she wanted it. “Clay.”

“Tell me what I want to hear, baby. You know what I need.”

His fingers worked into her, harder, such a grueling, seductive pleasure she could barely hear his words. Could barely process them. “Clay.”

“Tell me.”

He did it then. He put his cock right at her anus. She could feel the heat of him, could just begin to feel the stretch. But he held there, not giving her what she really needed.

“Clay.” It was a whimper.

“Babe.” That was a warning.

She remembered then what it was he needed to hear. “I love you.”

“Yeah.” He spoke at the same moment he shoved into her.

“Ahh.”

“Baby.” Clay grasped her hip and fucked hard into her ass. He was hot and wild with the very first thrust. Gemini moaned right away. The incredible stretch of those two cocks that filled her was driving her crazy. Quinn got all hot with it, too, matching in speed and depth the way Clay pounded into her. He took a tighter grasp on her tits, tugging at her each time he fucked her.

They all three shook with it, their bodies flailing to give and receive the greatest stimulation, their breaths harsh and needy, their words gritty. Clay’s hand clutched at Gemini’s hip, then slid forward to her clit. He pressed there, massaging her hard, sending shocks of pleasure into that distended bud. His fingers knocked into her even harder every time Quinn thrust in.

Her breath quivered out. “Oh, God. Clay. Quinn. Oh. More. More. Don’t stop.”

Combined, their breaths rose to a roar. Gemini clutched them, a hand to both heads, bringing them close so she was surrounded by them in all ways—their breaths and feral groans hot in her ears, their hands possessing her, driving her every last sexual nerve wild, their cocks filling her, staking their claim, in the most basic way making her theirs.