“Both of you. Anything. Please.”
He hums like he’s considering it. Meanwhile, my pussy is on fire. No amount of twisting or arching is enough to get me away from the agonising pleasure still coursing through me.
North reaches down my body, gripping the vibe in one hand. He teases me, moving it away, then thrusting it deep.
“Beg harder,” he orders.
“Do what he says, boss,” Lambert croons, bending down to suck at the sensitive skin beneath my ear. “Please. I want you so bad.”
Oh, the two of them together are lethal, and yet those are my lips, parting, eagerly professing the words he wants. “Please. I need you to fuck me. Please, Sir, I can’t take it. Enough. Please.”
He draws the vibe all the way out, tossing it to one side where it continues to buzz evilly.
“Give our pretty slut what she wants.”
“Thank fuck,” Lambert whispers. “Can I, boss?”
My thundering heart does a little flip at his request. “Yes. Now! Please.”
I hiss as the heated head of him glides over the oversensitive tissues of my sex, but that protest is swallowed up by satisfaction as he finally sinks inside me. Hot. Hard. Alive.
“Oh,” I gasp.
He’s perfect. Filling every part of me with a warmth and hardness that the silicone just couldn’t replace. The way he stretches me, then pulls out oh so slowly, is indescribable. And when he forges back in? Perfection.
My head falls back heavily against North’s chest, breath coming in choppy little pants as his friend fucks me into him with solid punches of his hips that have me groaning. And through it all, North is there, squeezing my breast with one hand while the other slides down my body, heading straight for my poor, overwrought clit.
I can’t even manage a scream, because he captures my lips with his. I don’t think I’ve kissed him before. Maybe it’s the newness of it, or maybe it’s the fact that his tongue is invading my mouth while his best friend rocks into my pussy; either way, it sends a flood of wetness to the place where we join.
One of my hands winds up, tangling in North’s hair, while the other finds Lambert’s longer strands. I grip onto both for dear life as the latter mumbles something against my neck.
“What?” I gasp. “Lambert!”
His grin is blinding, blue-green eyes alight with mischief. “Yes, boss?”
“What did you do?” North asks curiously.
“Transmuted my cock.”
My inner walls flutter in answer, but it’s like clenching on stone. There’s no give. Just cold, smooth granite powering into me with even strokes.
“Fucking wizard bullshit,” North grumbles under his breath.
“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you.”
“Fuck. Off.”
“Fuck me!” I growl, raising my hips to try to set the pace.
Lambert lets me, but North squeezes my clit between his fingers, sabotaging my attempt.
Sharp pleasure travels straight down my spine, lighting me up. My lower muscles grip Lambert, and he groans, his breathing ragged. It’s a baby orgasm—my body too spent for anything more—but it still takes my breath away.
“Tell me I can come inside you,” he murmurs against my cheek, before stealing my mouth from North in a fierce battle of tongues that ends when he whimpers, “Please, boss.”
“Do it,” I demand.
His answering groan of relief comes seconds before he loses his hold on the magic and his cock jerks, becoming warm and human once more as he floods my pussy with the hot jets of his own release.
