Pleasure's Offering (5 page)

He pulled her against him so they were chest to chest before leaning back on the balcony railing. “I wonder,” he murmured, pressing his stubbled cheek against hers so he could whisper in her ear. “Do you scream when you come?”

Zoa pressed closer. “You’ll have to find that out the hard way.”

The captain just grinned and pulled her up so that her legs slid on either side of his and their hips were locked together. She felt the urgent press of his cock against her as he leaned forward, trailing kisses down into the valley of her breasts.

“Gods,” he breathed against her. “You’re so beautiful.” The hardness pressing at her slit increased. “You’re enough to make me swear off men forever.”

Zoa laughed, rubbing against him until he moaned. “So you do like men?”

She felt his grin against her skin. “I love beautiful, interesting people, and those are hard enough to come by as it is. Why lower my chances further by being picky?”

“So your offer to share me with your lieutenant wasn’t mere selfless generosity?” Zoa said.

“Not entirely,” Izar said, and though he laughed as he spoke, there was longing in his voice. “Jeric’s handsome enough to tempt anyone. If he was here, we’d all have a great deal of fun.”

“Well, then,” Zoa said, sliding down his body until she was on her knees before him with his rock-hard cock twitching in front of her face. “We’ll just have to show him what he’s missing.”

The captain started to answer, but whatever he was going to say was cut short as Zoa took him deep into her mouth. He took a ragged breath as his cock throbbed against her tongue. Zoa met the motion with a long, languid lick. She could taste herself on him, sweet and heady, and she took a sharp breath of her own. She ran her lips up and down his shaft as he groaned and tangled his fingers in her hair. However, Zoa’s mind was only half on the captain’s pleasure. Her true focus was on the man behind the curtain.

She teased the captain with her tongue, arching her back as he pressed into her, desperate to go faster. But Zoa kept her achingly slow pace, making sure her backside was always to the door, her slit dripping and unclaimed, ready for Jeric if only he could get the courage to come in. She knew he was desperate. Even in the haze of lust that throbbed through the building, she could feel Jeric’s need burning brighter than any other, frantic and frustrated and quickly approaching the point of no return. She moaned into the captain, sliding her lips across his rock-hard member, sending her own lust in waves toward Jeric as the captain clung to the balcony railing so hard the wood creaked.

And then, over the captain’s panting and the moans from the lovemaking below, Zoa heard the quiet whisper of the curtain being pushed back. Leather boots creaked softly on the floorboards, and then hands, large and warm, touched her back gently, almost hesitantly, and a hard, burning heat pressed against her opening.

“Please,” Jeric’s whisper was ragged, desperate. “Please…”

Zoa arched with pleasure at the feel of his hot, throbbing cock pressed against her most sensitive part. Then, without even looking at him, she gave her consent in the simplest way possible. She pushed back against him, sliding his throbbing length into her waiting entrance.

He filled her with a desperate cry. Jeric’s cock thrust into her, stretching her to the very back, and every inch of it brought a lightning thrill. As an Avatar of Dezira, one of the Moon’s Own, Zoa’s experience with pleasure of all types was extensive, and yet the intensity of having Jeric inside her with all his pent-up power blew everything else away. He pounded against her like a starving man, his cock worshiping her, stroking her even as his hands and mouth moved restlessly over her back, his touch leaving burning trails across her skin.

Captain Izar’s eyes widened when he saw Jeric suddenly there, slamming into Zoa from behind with an expression torn between absolute joy and pure terror, but then the captain’s looks darkened and his cock in Zoa’s mouth grew harder than ever. She was stretched out between them now, dark Jeric supporting her lower half and the golden captain holding her front. She felt taut as a bowstring, pleasure ripping up and down her with each stroke until she was shaking with it. Deep in her stomach, a beautiful, throbbing heat was building, but then, just when she was on the verge, the captain stopped.

He gripped her arms and pulled her mouth away, leaving her gasping. Jeric’s pounding slowed as well, and they both looked at Izar, who was grinning like a cat.

“Not so fast,” the captain said. “I came too quick before. Now I intend to make the most of this. Jeric?” He looked across her at his second. “Are you in this for good?”

Jeric, still panting, almost laughed. “For better or for worse, Captain.”

The captain’s grin widened. “Then let’s make this a night for all of us to remember.”

With that, he pulled Zoa up, yet kept her close to Jeric so that his cock, which was still throbbing hard inside of her, did not slip out. It was no small feat, for Zoa, her mind clouded with lust, was in no shape to help him. But Captain Izar was stronger than he looked. He lifted her like a doll and turned her around, sliding her along Jeric’s hardness until she was facing the lieutenant head on and they were both panting. Then, when she was in position, the captain slid in behind her, his slick cock pressed against her ass, the wet head sliding against the sensitive skin.

He leaned forward, kissing her neck as he whispered. “Are you ready to be completely filled, lady?”

Zoa could only moan and nod in response. She felt the captain shiver behind her, and then the pressure between her legs as he ran his hand between her lower lips, spreading her slickness all the way back. When she was prepared, the captain pressed himself into her with practiced grace, and Zoa couldn’t help a gasp.

The feeling was almost too intense. Zoa clung to Jeric’s broad shoulders as the captain pushed deeper, filling her until she thought she would burst from the pleasure. Then, as if on some unspoken command, both men began to move inside her.

Zoa gasped. The men were standing with her sandwiched between them, both thrusting in unison. The feel of two cocks inside her, touching each other through her, filling her completely, it was too much. She surrendered herself to the pleasure, throwing her arms around Jeric’s neck and burying her face in his chest.

But Jeric wouldn’t let her hide. He dipped his head to catch her and his lips took hers in a crushing kiss full of need and longing. His tongue wrangled with hers, their breaths mingling as his hands gripped her legs, pulling her again and again onto his cock. Meanwhile, the captain leaned into her back, running his burning lips over her neck to nibble her shoulders in teasing bites while his hands massaged her ass even as his cock plunged into her, each stroke making her gasp against Jeric’s mouth.

She started to writhe between them as sensation overwhelmed her and the captain took this opportunity to move his hands up. He slid up her sides to grab her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers. Zoa moaned in pleasure and Jeric got a wild look in his dark eyes. He broke off their kiss and ducked his head down into her cleavage, and his tongue snaked out to lick the nipple his captain was pinching. His tongue flicked over the sensitive skin, licking in time with his powerful thrusts while the captain moved his mouth to her neck, kissing and biting her.

Zoa arched into Jeric’s ministrations, riding the men’s thrusts. Inside her, the heat was building into something enormous. Pleasure came in waves, throbbing through her, crowding out all thought. Zoa could only hold on, her fingers digging to Jeric’s back as he desperately sucked her breast in his mouth, his hard cock slamming into her faster and faster.

When she came at last, it was like a thunderclap. She screamed as it happened, clinging to the men as her body shook. The pleasure ripped through her, starting between her legs and spreading in a wave to every inch of her, leaving her washed away.

Even as it raged through her, though, Zoa maintained just enough presence of mind to keep control. The orgasm of an Avatar was a powerful thing, and here, with so much lust in the air and an unawakened Avatar inside her, it could be dangerous. She felt the magic pulsing with her pleasure and blanked her mind, letting all thoughts go so that no stray desire would suddenly take root in the rich power and birth a spell she didn’t mean to cast.

But though she managed to hold back the magic, she could not stop the waves of intense pleasure that rolled out of her. They pulsed through the air, and down below, the great hall filled with joyous, surprised cries as couples came in unison, pushed over the edge by Zoa’s pleasure. Behind her, she felt the captain tense. He grabbed her hard, pushing himself, his cock into her as he came in long, thrusting spurts, every muscle in his body like steel against hers.

Jeric moaned as well, thrusting into her harder than ever, but he did not come. Instead, he held her as the captain stumbled, and then, before his commander could topple completely, shifted his weight toward the bed. The three of them fell together, landing in the soft nest of silken pillows, a tangle of arms and legs.

The captain gave Zoa a final squeeze and rolled off, panting and almost glowing in his pleasure. Zoa rolled over as well, sliding off Jeric’s cock, which was hard as ever. But when Jeric tried to turn away, shamefaced, she caught his hardness in her hand and gave him a knowing smile. His member twitched against her palm and he groaned. Zoa’s smile only grew. It was time.

She leaned over the panting captain and concentrated very hard on pulling only as much magic as she would need. Plucking a burning, mental pinch of the pulsing power around her, she leaned forward and whispered softly in Izar’s ear, “Sleep.”

The spell seeped into him, and with a deep breath, the captain slept.

Jeric stared at her. “What was that?”

“A spell,” Zoa answered. They were kneeling on the bed, still close together, his throbbing cock still clutched in her hand. She could feel his need hotter than ever, even as he pulled away, eyes wide.

“Witchcraft?” he whispered.

Zoa laughed. “No, witches deal in herbs and trickery. My power is no illusion, nor is it blood bought. I only use what is given me freely by my Lady.”

Jeric took a deep breath. “And who is your Lady?”

Zoa’s smile grew wicked. “Can’t you guess?”

He looked at her blankly, so she did the most obvious thing. She leaned forward and kissed him. It was a long, deep kiss, and she felt him groan against her, his cock jerking against her hand. His hands, in turn, came up from his sides to rove over her body, sliding up and down her hips and waist, his fingers pulling her closer. By the time she broke the kiss, they were both panting.

“I know your secret, Jeric,” she whispered, burrowing her head into the crook of his shoulder.

He went stiff against her and his hands stopped their roving. She could feel the need to escape building up in him, but she held tight. It had to be now.

“I know why you never come,” she said softly. “Why, no matter how hard you try, you can never orgasm.” She pulled back to look him in the face and the panicked shame in his eyes broke her heart. “I was the same,” she whispered, stroking his cheek. “And I can end your frustration.” She leaned forward, resting her forehead on his. When she spoke next, her voice was absolutely confident. “I can make you come.”

Jeric lowered his head. “Do you know how many women have said that to me?”

She caught his chin and tilted it up again. “Those women weren’t me,” she said, flicking her fingers over his still-hard cock.

He looked at her, his eyes dark and hungry. She could see the confliction in his face, mind-blowing need wrestling with long-held shame. Shame seemed to be winning, for he started to pull away again. But when he tried to speak, Zoa leaned forward and shut his mouth with another kiss as she raised herself up and settled in his lap, taking him into her with one smooth thrust.

This time, their joining was different. Zoa was different. Before, she’d enjoyed him and the captain as any woman with two amorous, handsome men would, but this time she wasn’t on top of him as herself. She was above him as a Chosen of Dezira, here to claim him at last.

He groaned through his teeth as she rode him, his expression caught between panic and ecstasy. His hands dropped to the bed, grabbing the silk sheets in white-knuckled fists as she pushed herself up and down, sliding slick along his cock. Finally, he made a frustrated sound and grabbed her hips, slamming her down on him with a need that was almost violent.

Zoa just smiled and rode him harder, bucking her hips each time she landed to add another wave of pleasure to the tide he was already riding. She could feel his cock inside her, ramrod straight and throbbing. His fingers clenched her hard enough to leave bruises, but she did not stop. She kept her eyes locked on his and rode him, slamming down over and over and over again as the power in the room began to build.

This time there would be no controlling it. Already the raw lust was crackling in the air. She could feel it gripping her like a physical thing, wrapping her body tighter and tighter as Jeric’s thrusts grew stronger and stronger until she could scarcely breathe, but she could do nothing. The power was no longer hers alone. Jeric’s magic was building between her legs, a raw, frustrated power pent up far too long. She could no more control it than she could control the tides, but she could hold on and ride it with him, holding him tight as the change began.