Goddess in the Middle (23 page)

Cupping his jaw in her hands, she pressed her mouth to the scarred flesh on his cheek. She felt him stiffen but didn’t sense any embarrassment or a need to pull away. She sensed he felt only desire at her touch.

The tip of his thickly erect cock brushed against her hip as he walked with her in his arms. Instead of watching where they were going, she turned her head so she could get her mouth on his skin.

Blessed Mother Goddess, he tasted salty and male and went straight to her already dizzy head like Fuflun’s wine. She was drunk on Remy’s scent. She liked it.

As she spread her hands across his back then scraped her nails on his skin, he took her through one of the doors at the back of the house.

Remy didn’t bother to turn on a light and when he placed her on the bed, she had a few seconds to see why.

Moonlight streamed through the skylights above the queen-size bed, limning everything in silver. Not that there was much in the room besides a bed, a chest on the far wall, and a ladder-back chair in the corner beside the two windows that were covered with drapes.

Lifting onto her elbows, she had a second to smile up at Remy before he dropped to his knees by the side of the bed, spread her legs open and pressed his mouth to her sex.

She cried out in sharp ecstasy as his lips sucked at her clit. Falling onto her back, she tried to concentrate on the sensations spreading through her lower body. Remy sucked on the tiny organ until she arched her back and reached for his head to hold him to her.

So good. So absolutely incredibly amazing. Every nerve ending in her body tingled and her womb contracted as he pushed her closer to orgasm. Almost there. Almost—

She cried out as Remy pulled away. Her fingers tightened in his hair before she let go, not wanting to hurt him. She barely had time to think before Rom reached under her arms and pulled her across the bed. She slid easily across the smooth surface of the quilt until her head hung slightly over the side of the mattress.

And she stared directly at Rom’s cock.

Oh, yes, please.

Her gaze shifted to his as she smiled before opening her mouth. Her tongue slipped from her lips to lick from his balls, up the shaft, to the tip. Since the old-fashioned four-poster bed sat higher than a modern frame, her head was at the perfect height for what he wanted. What she wanted.

Grasping his cock at the root, she tilted the head down until she could take it in her mouth. She closed her eyes as he thrust forward, the smooth, hot surface of his cock sliding over her tongue. His groan caused her sex to clench and her hips twisted as Rom eased his cock in and out of her mouth. Each careful thrust built that ache between her legs until she could barely stand it.

She writhed, begging Remy with each movement of her body to come back to her. Every second he delayed stoked the ache that much higher.

As she sucked Rom, finally,
finally
, she felt the bed dip. Her breath caught and Rom paused to give her a moment to anticipate what Remy was going to do.

But she didn’t want to stop. She wanted to be taken out of herself and transported. She could feel the looming sense of obliterating ecstasy just out of reach.

Sucking Rom deeper, she felt Remy’s hands push between her thighs, spreading her open and leaving her exposed for several seconds. Her excitement built almost to fever pitch, and her free hand slid down her body, stopping to pull at her nipples for a second before reaching the small patch of hair on her mound and then, finally, the slick lips of her sex.

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Remy said. “Show me how you like it.”

His voice struck a chord somewhere deep in her body and when her finger brushed against her clit, she shuddered with the sensation. And pulled back until only the tip of Rom’s cock remained in her mouth.

As her tongue played over the silken head, Remy’s hands tightened on her thighs. She couldn’t tell if he was watching her hands or her mouth, but figured it might be a little of both.

Rom’s taste flooded her mouth, his scent clung to her, in her nose, her throat, deep in her chest. When he reached down with one hand to play with her nipples, she felt the bed shift beneath her and she shivered with anticipation.

And when Remy’s hands slid around her thighs to beneath her ass, she very nearly came.

She felt the rough hairs on his hard thighs tickle the backs of her legs just before Remy pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance. Moaning, she felt Rom go very still as he groaned.

Seconds passed as she waited for Remy to penetrate her, only to moan again when he began a slow, teasing glide through her sensitive lips. Her pussy ached to be filled, but Remy merely tormented her with his proximity, with his heat.

Abandoning her clit, she reached for Remy but he caught her hand and laced their fingers together. Frustrated and aching, she tossed her head, causing Rom to pull out of her mouth just before Remy pulled her onto his shaft, burying himself deep inside her.

Moaning out a heartfelt “Yes,” she arched to take him deeper as he used his hands to pull her on and off his cock. He kept the rhythm deliberately slow, drawing out each movement until she could barely breathe.

Every subtle shift of flesh on flesh, every one of Remy’s harsh exhales sent magic racing through her veins. Yet it still wasn’t enough to send her over the edge.

Then the mattress dipped at her head and her eyes flew open. Rom lifted her off her back without dislodging her from Remy’s lap. The angle of penetration deepened and she arched her back so she could lift her hips to ride him.

Rom’s hands curled over her shoulders, resting there for several seconds as she worked her body up and down. Then she felt Rom move closer, the hair on his chest just brushing her back.

“Will you take us both, Amity? At the same time? Remy in your pussy and me tight in your ass?”

Sinking down onto Remy as far as she could go, she stopped and paused, held him inside her body as her eyes adjusted to the dark, and she looked into the mirror hanging above the chest. She shivered. The image was so carnal, it made her break out in a sweat.

Remy’s long, lean back gleamed in the moonlight, her hands pale against his skin. She lifted one hand to sift through his hair, letting the silky strands fall back against his skin. As her gaze drifted up, she saw Rom staring back at her in the mirror, saw him move even closer to her.

“We’ll make it good,” Rom whispered in her ear. “We’ll make you come until you can’t move. And then we’ll make you come again. We want you so damn much. Remy can only hold on for so long. You wreak havoc on his control. And if I’m being honest, I have to admit you blow mine out of the fucking water. I look at you, and it’s like a fist in the gut how much I want you.”

She shuddered at the raw emotion in Rom’s voice. At the unvarnished lust. And the thread of gentleness that made her blink back sudden tears.

As if he’d scented the tears, Remy turned to nuzzle his cheek against her hair, his hands kneading her thighs.

“You’re so tight around me now, just think how much tighter you’ll be when Rom takes you too.”

“Yes.”

She barely heard her voice in her own head, then suddenly she was moving. Rom pulled back as Remy untangled her legs from around his waist and lay back.

Though she’d done this before—she
had
lived through the Roman Empire, after all, and the nineteenth century in England had been so much more debauched than one might think—she hadn’t had the reaction she was having now.

She was so excited she could barely breathe.

Because the men who held her between them meant so much more to her than any other man ever had. Even though she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold onto them forever.

They could never belong to her. Not truly.

Shoving those thoughts away, she sprawled full length along Remy’s body, her legs spread over his hips. Her hands came up to cup his face as his gripped her hips and held her steady as he began to thrust in a slow, measured pace. Each stroke became a lesson in delayed gratification.

Behind her, she felt Rom’s presence, the bulk of his body, but couldn’t see him as she lowered her mouth to Remy’s.

Their lips met in a rush of heat that stole her breath and caused her body to tighten around him until he moaned into her mouth. His hips picked up the pace, filling her, sending waves of heat up her spine to spread throughout her body.

She reveled in the sensations, trying to keep her emotions in check before she blurted out something she couldn’t—or wouldn’t—take back.

With a groan, Remy tore his mouth away from hers, sank his hand into her hair and pressed her head down. She turned her face into his neck as he spread his legs even farther, widening her even more. Then the bed shimmied, and she shuddered in anticipation.

Remy’s hands moved up her back to her shoulders as Rom grabbed her hips, stilling her motion and making her pussy clench around Remy’s cock.

“Ah, fuck, that feels amazing.” Remy hissed in a breath between his teeth. “Hurry the fuck up, Rom. I’m not gonna last.”

“No fucking way.” Rom’s hands began a slow massage of her rear, spreading her cheeks then pressing them together again. “I’m not rushing this.”

She wanted to order him to hurry but she knew it wouldn’t make any difference to Rom. He would do what he wanted. He would never hurt her, but then, this was such a wonderful torture, she didn’t want him to stop.

So she opened her mouth over the warm skin of Remy’s shoulder and let her teeth sink into the flesh. Remy’s head tilted back and his hips thrust up, stretching her even more.

As cooler air caressed her, Rom began to spread a thick layer of gel around the sensitive pucker of her anus. Where he’d gotten it, she had no idea and didn’t really care at the moment.

Amity realized she was holding her breath as he began to work his thumb into the tight opening and she turned her mouth away from Remy before she bit too hard. His body had enough scars. She didn’t want to add to them.

Her body tensed against the small intrusion of Rom’s thumb and she forced herself to relax, to let him in. She wanted this. Wanted the burn, the pleasure-pain that came from the dual penetration. That sense of overwhelming fullness.

Mostly, though, she wanted them.

She pushed back and his thumb entered her all the way, filling her but not enough.

Her pussy ached for friction, the burn in her ass not enough to send her over the edge. She needed more.

“Rom, please.”

“I’m planning to,” he murmured. “But not just yet.”

Remy shifted, and his cock eased deeper as Rom’s thumb pulled back. When she started to wiggle in an attempt to get Remy to give her some kind of relief, Rom pulled out completely.

Bereft and feeling as if she was losing control of herself, she wiggled, trying to get Remy to move, to make Rom hurry.

Neither man obliged her fully, yet they gave her just enough for her to cry out for more.

Remy eased back slowly, while Rom surprised a moan out of her by using two fingers this time.

Yes. Better.

The burn intensified as the men began a contrasting rhythm. She wanted to move too but Remy had one arm tight around her shoulders, the other clamped around her waist.

Her breasts ached, crushed against his chest. Her fingers flexed into the quilt, unable to move, muscles tight with desire and a feeling that went beyond anticipation into pure greed.

An inarticulate cry crossed her lips as Rom’s fingers thrust and retreated while Remy held still. It cost Remy to do it. He shook beneath her, his cock throbbing in her sheath as her back passage loosened a bit more.

She didn’t know how long Rom fucked her with his fingers. Time had become inconsequential. All that mattered was when he’d finally give her what she wanted.

“Such a beautiful ass.”

His words barely made sense, though the tone caused her to struggle against Remy’s hold.

“Mine now.”

Rom’s fingers disappeared and, through the haze of her arousal, she knew… She knew…

Hands spread her cheeks and the blunt tip of Rom’s cock pressed against the opening his fingers had just left and she seemed to melt into Remy as Rom pressed relentlessly forward.

The sense of fullness increased until she thought she’d explode like a bottle of soda that’d been shaken too much.

The hot, thick rod forged into her, spreading her, spreading heat until the pain became almost unbearable. Almost. But even then it wasn’t enough. She needed more.

When she thought Rom couldn’t possibly get any deeper, he paused, his hands tightening on her ass until she couldn’t distinguish that lick of pain from the other, deeper throb inside.

She waited for Rom to say something, anything, as they held so still. But it was Remy who finally whispered in her ear.

“Now we make you scream.”

Rom’s first retreat made her whimper as two cocks abraded the delicate tissues of her sex and her ass. Delicious sensations flooded her body as her men began a rough, alternating rhythm.

Slow at first, too slow.

“Faster. Please. Remy, please… Rom. Harder.”

She had no idea if she was making any kind of sense because the men ignored her, keeping their own pace that was designed to drive her mad.

And it wasn’t going to be that far a trip. She’d already lost all sense of reality. She felt only their skin, breathed in only their scents. Heard only their voices as they told her how beautiful she was and how good she felt. And how they couldn’t hold on much longer.

But still they continued to move inside her.

She turned, seeking something, and Remy’s mouth was there, kissing her. Biting at her lips, sliding his tongue along hers. He kissed her like he was losing control and he needed to anchor himself. He groaned into her mouth and his hips began to move faster, forcing Rom to increase his pace as well.

Behind her, Rom bent closer, his lips pressing against her spine, his fingers petting her ass.

Then Rom lifted his head. “Now, Amity,” he growled as he slid one hand up her back to sift through her hair and tug on the ends. Another sensation to send electricity through her body, straight to her clit. “I want you to come now.”