Goddess in the Middle (11 page)

“Amity. My jeans. Now.”

She blinked, as if coming out of a daze, and her hand tightened around his aching erection for several seconds. With one hand on Remy’s shoulder to steady herself, she stared into Rom’s eyes as she slowly slid her fingers to the button.

She tugged him closer, just a couple of inches but enough that she didn’t have to stretch to reach the button. Then she worked her fingers between his skin and the jeans, as if testing how tight they were.

Brushing against the sensitive tip of his cock, she made him suck in a short gasp. His cock throbbed beneath his jeans, but she withdrew before he could push into her. After several torturous seconds, she slipped the button through the hole. He gritted his teeth against the sensation of the denim rubbing against his shaft.

From the corner of his eye, he caught Remy pulling away from her breast, his gaze falling to his hands on her lower body.

As Remy’s hand disappeared between her legs, her lips parted in a short moan and her hand slipped away from Remy’s jeans.

Stepping closer, until his chest just barely brushed against her shoulder, Rom leaned down to whisper in her ear. “And here I thought you had more willpower. Concentrate, my lady, or we’re never going to get to the good stuff.”

“I wouldn’t say this isn’t good.”

The hint of amusement in her voice made Rom smile and coaxed a snort out of Remy, who pressed an openmouthed kiss to her breast, just before he released her and stepped away.

Her gaze flew to Remy, who’d backed up to sit on the couch. With one arm draped over the back of the couch, he looked like he was settling in to watch TV. Only the intensity of his gaze and the low growl of his voice gave away the strength of his desire.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere. Finish undressing Rom. I’ll wait my turn.”

“Are you taking turns?” Her tone indicated that wasn’t what she wanted.

“For now. Rom hasn’t had the chance to get to know you as well as I have.” His lips curved in a way that made Amity suck in a deep breath. “Trust me. I’ll be right here. Watching.”

***

Amity felt the desire behind that last word stroke over her skin with the same sensation she felt as Rom’s hand caressed her breast.

Sweet Mother Goddess. These two
lucani
men made her hotter than she’d ever felt in her very long life.

She wanted to force them to skip the foreplay and get to the good part, but she realized she was enjoying this way too much. Her heart felt ready to pound out of her chest with desire for these two men.

She liked the way Rom had looked at her while Remy stroked between her legs. She especially liked the way he looked as she toyed with the button on his jeans. As if he wanted to take a bite out of her.

Her neck tingled in anticipation of that bite but Rom had a firm grasp on the lust pulsing through his body.

And Remy… Remy’s heavy-lidded gaze made her thighs clench and her sex moisten.

Dragging her gaze from Remy’s with significant effort, she let it drop to where her fingers had stilled on Rom’s jeans.

She swore she saw his cock swell more than it already had. The thick ridge behind the zipper made her mouth water with anticipation.

Taking a deep breath, the heady scent of Rom’s desire filling her lungs, she put both hands on the waistband of his jeans.

She didn’t rush, because she knew she’d give away her almost rampant desire. And a goddess just shouldn’t do that. No matter that she could barely control the tremble in her fingers or the quiver in her thighs.

Instead, she pulled the material away from his stomach, only a few centimeters but enough to get her fingers between the denim and his skin again.

So hot. She wanted to shred his shirt and press against all that heated flesh.

And why shouldn’t she?

“Will you take your shirt off, Rom?” She let her gaze flash up at him, caught the blazing heat in his eyes, and couldn’t resist slipping her hand lower until she felt the smooth head of his cock beneath her fingertips.

Rom sucked in a sharp breath, and his hand tightened in her hair, tugging until she felt the sharp bite of pain. She had no idea she’d like that so much. Obviously, she’d been missing out on a few of the more… painful pleasures in life.

“You take it off for me.”

Oh yes. That would be her pleasure.

Sliding her hands out of his jeans, she used both to grasp the hem of his soft cotton shirt and tug it up. Washboard abs came into view first, almost distracting her from pulling the shirt higher. She wanted to lick along those beautifully defined ridges, then follow the thin line of fine hair up to where it spread over his pecs.

Pushing the shirt higher, she uncovered the broad chest she’d seen earlier today. Lightly covered with brown hair, she wanted to brush her nose against it, then take that flat male nipple between her lips and suckle, just like they’d done to her.

“Lift.”

She was surprised she was able to speak, with her heart pounding and the dryness in her throat. She wasn’t sure he was going to obey, since he didn’t release her hair right away. But finally, with one last tug, he did, raising his arms so she could get his shirt over his head.

Since Rom stood at least six inches taller, she had to lift onto her toes to do it. And he made no concessions for the height difference, forcing her to press up against him.

Her naked breasts met the heated skin of his abdomen and they both hissed in response. Her nipples tightened until they ached and her sheath clenched tight.

By the time she had them both naked, she’d be begging them to fuck her.

Not very goddess-like. And she didn’t care one bit.

Hunger like she’d never felt in centuries had its claws in her, and she found she’d missed this feeling. This ache. For so long, she’d felt lacking.

Now she realized what she’d been missing. And she had two fine specimens of exactly what she needed right here.

She hadn’t forgotten that Remy sat only a few feet away, watching everything she did.

Dropping Rom’s shirt on the floor freed up both hands to pet the chest that enticed her.

Blessed Goddess, the man should be immortalized in marble.

Beginning at the top, she settled her hands on his shoulders and soaked in the strength radiating from him. Strength she admired so much.

“Amity.” Rom’s voice intruded on her thoughts on what part of him she wanted to taste first.

“Hmm.”

“You need to take my jeans off.”

“Aren’t you capable of doing that?”

“Yeah, but I like when you’ve got your hands on me.”

She smiled and petted her hands down his chest. “And I like having my hands on you.”

“If you take off the jeans, there’ll be much more to touch. Do it.”

The harsh demand in his tone made her shiver and her hands fell once again to his waistband. She figured she’d have more than enough time to explore that wide expanse of chest a little later.

Her lungs struggled to keep up with her need for air as she grabbed the tiny silver tab of his zipper. The already undone button looked sexy as hell.

Just
think
how
much
sexier
he’ll look with the zipper down.

Cautious, knowing he wasn’t wearing underwear beneath the denim, she released the zipper, the snick of metallic teeth machine-gun loud in the room where she heard only the sound of their heavy breathing. It was a wonder the windows weren’t fogged. By the time they actually got down to the sex, they probably would be.

Before she could consider her actions, she went to her knees in front of Rom, dragging his jeans just below his hips. He reached for her immediately, his hands on her shoulders ready to pull her back to her feet. Or hold her there.

She wasn’t sure which. As she stared up at him, she wasn’t sure he knew what he wanted, either.

Wouldn’t matter. She wasn’t going anywhere.

His cock stood straight and proud, thicker than Remy’s but not as long. She wanted him in her mouth.

Her lips parted and Rom froze, every inch of him except his cock. That thick shaft throbbed, as if straining toward her.

She blew out a rough breath. Rom groaned and threaded his fingers through her hair again. She expected him to pull her closer, to rub his cock against her lips. Instead, he put his other hand under her chin and tilted her face so she stared up at him.

“Amity.”

She heard the question he didn’t voice and let her lips curve in a smile.

Then she wrapped both hands around his cock, maintaining eye contact the entire time. His cock felt like silk over a steel core as she stroked one hand up the shaft to the tip and the other down to cup the heaviness of his balls.

His expression tightened into sharp lines, his eyes blazed.

Blessed goddess, how wonderful it felt to have a man stare at her like this. It’d been so long since she gotten this close to one. And she didn’t mean sexually. She meant emotionally.

Desire wasn’t the only emotion charging through her blood. Something that felt very much like compassion flooded her system as well.

But of course she’d feel something other than physical desire for these men. They’d saved her life. And she’d done the same for them.

What they did wasn’t about repaying a debt, however. It was about something far more, something that made all her empathic abilities hum to life.

It was almost like she wanted to heal him, although she knew he had no injuries.

Instead of lingering on that thought, she redirected her attention back to the heated flesh in her hands.

She wanted to lean forward and put her mouth on the tip, suck it inside. But she also wanted to stoke that heat in his eyes just a little higher.

Twisting her hand around his cock, she stroked him with a firm motion at the same time she squeezed his sac.

How he managed to stay so still… The man had incredible control.

Which she swore she was going to break. She was a goddess, after all, and what she wanted, well… sometimes she got.

“So hard.” She made sure her voice held every ounce of pleasure she felt. “So beautiful. You’re going to feel wonderful in my mouth.”

His cock jerked in her hand and his hand tightened.

“Anything you want.” His voice sounded like five miles of gravel road. “I’m yours.”

A shiver caught her off guard and she bit down on her bottom lip to control it. She’d had men say the exact same thing to her before. But she’d never felt anything like the wild joy spreading through her when these men said it.

She had no idea what to say in return. Could only express herself through her actions.

She leaned forward and pressed a kiss directly over the slit, her tongue slipping out to tease the tiny opening.

Rom’s groan reverberated throughout her body as she opened her mouth to take him in. Her tongue licked along the heated shaft, the taste making her yearn for more.

How long had it been since she’d felt such desire? Decades? Centuries? She couldn’t remember the last man she’d had sex with. These men made her forget everyone else.

She had the overwhelming desire to consume them, to push them to heights they’d never experienced with another woman.

Sinking farther down his shaft, she took more of him in, increased the suction and felt his hips thrust. He froze as if he’d done something wrong and she moved one hand to his hip to encourage him to do it again.

She wanted him to participate, not just give her what he thought she wanted.

Pulling back, his cock slipping from her mouth with a slight pop, she looked up at him. “Don’t stop. Fuck my mouth, Rom.”

The heat in his eyes scorched her, and she didn’t see his hands move until he’d cupped her cheeks and pulled her forward. He held her face steady as she took him in her mouth again, then he began a rough, thrusting motion.

Holding onto his hips, Amity let him control her. She barely registered the fact that no one had ever dared to treat her like this, which might have been part of the reason she felt a bone-deep thrill at this intimate act.

He wanted her. He took her. She burned.

His cock slid over her tongue, though he made sure he didn’t thrust too deep or too fast. At least, not at first. Quickly, she grew hungry for more, began to pull him closer, take more of him.

Cock swelling even thicker, he moved harder, faster. One hand threaded into her hair, tugging on the strands, providing a stinging counterpoint to the caressing motion of the other on her jaw.

His breath hissed through his lips as she let her teeth scrape along the sensitive shaft. He jerked and groaned—and pulled away.

Before she could utter a protest, he pulled her up, holding her against his body with her feet dangling inches from the floor and her eyes almost on a level with his.

“I want to come in your mouth.” His voice had lowered at least an octave, resembling a growl. “I want you to make me come with your lips and your tongue and I want Remy to fuck you while I do. I want you to come at the same time we do.”

Her sex clenched and she nearly came just from the rough sound of his voice. She couldn’t get her vocal cords to work so she merely nodded, her lips parted so she could breathe.

Her heart beat so fast, she knew they could hear it.

“Remy’s going to sit on the couch and you’re going to straddle his lap, your back to his front. He’s going to sink his cock deep inside you, then you’re going to open your mouth and take me back in.”

Yes. Absolutely. That would be wonderful.

She wanted to say the words but couldn’t speak because the expression of total domination on Rom’s face rendered her mute.

She nodded again, deliberately and slowly so there was no misunderstanding.

Rom’s gaze shifted over her shoulder and she heard the couch springs shift as Remy stood.

“Turn and let Remy pick you up. Put your legs around his waist.”

Rom’s tone demanded compliance and she obeyed without thought. Remy lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist and baring her sex. She gasped as the heated skin of his abdomen caressed the lips of her sex.