Page 42 of Badmouths & Bards

It was an odd phrase, one that alerted Tala’s fighter mind until she realized what Casimine meant. Ameriden’s hands had finally opened her top wide open, revealing her breasts. He groaned against her ear, hands slowly traveling to cup them as Casimine shifted to lay between Tala’s legs.

“You look so sweet, Tala,” Casimine murmured against her mound. “Let me have a taste.”

Tala could only stare, enthralled by his gray eyes. Ameriden must have grown impatient as his finger finally brushed her nipple. An insistent, strong pressure that had Tala arching into him.

“Come on, baby girl, use your voice,” Ameriden chuckled against her ear before biting it.

She gritted her teeth, fisting the material of his pants as an anchor. Casimine was already lowering his mouth to her cunt, breathing against her skin and an uncontrolled whine escaped her mouth.

“Tala,” Casimine’s breath teased her skin. “You have to give me permission.”

Casimine had always been grossly charming—the perfect prince, the ideal gentleman. But in that moment, there was something truly villainous about his expression. When Tala tried to reach for his head with the intention of pulling him down, Ameriden wrapped an arm below her breasts, trapping her arms to her side. There was no doubt in Tala’s mind that Casimine knew exactly what he was doing and the spike of anger shot through her.

“Put your mouth on my cunt, you bastard,” she snarled.

The shadow of his charming smile vanished, revealing wickedness beneath.

“As you wish.”

Tala nearly shot out of her skin at the first brush of Casimine’s tongue. Ameriden’s arm kept her in place, the other mercilessly playing with her nipple. Sex had always felt like a different kind of battle, one Tala couldn’t easily break free from. A part of her was so entangled with control, that resisting the two bards only came naturally to Tala. Her hips jerked away whenever Casimine licked too deeply, but his hands—despite being soft and near delicate—were firmly holding onto her thighs. When Tala twisted in Ameriden’s arms, he bit her neck, drawing another needy sound from her throat. It was so much, yet her body—or maybe her fucked up head—refused to submit.

“Come on, Tala,” Ameriden panted against her neck. “See how much Casi wants you? Don’t you wanna be good for him?”

Tala hated how much a part of her wanted to let go, but that stubborn streak was clawing for control. She turned her head, intent on cursing him when he crushed their mouths together at the same time Casimine’s fingers slipped inside. He brushed deep, tongue working against her clit with a pace that was so overwhelming, Tala went barreling into release against her will.

She cried into Ameriden’s mouth, fists clenching more fabric of his pants to the point that she thought something might have torn. All the while Casimine’s pace never relented, continuously pulling every drop of pleasure from between her legs. By the time she grew languid, Casimine was sitting up, pressing a kiss against the inside of her knee.

“You good?” Ameriden asked, brushing her cheek.

Weakly, she nodded.

Chapter 18

Casimine

Tala looked dazed, which pleased Casimine to no end.

“Look, she’s too sex drunk to speak,” Ameriden chuckled. “Guess we’ll have to decide what do do next.”

“Why don’t we give her a break?” Casimine offered his hand to his lover. “Want a taste?”

Ameriden didn’t need to be told twice, catching Casimine’s wrist and bringing his hand closer. Casimine sighed as Ameriden swallowed his fingers, his tongue swiping eagerly for the new flavor. When Ameriden withdrew, Tala was staring at them.

“I think you need more.” Casimine leaned across her body, hooked damp fingers behind Ameriden’s neck and drew him in. Their lips met hungrily, Ameriden’s tongue stroked deeply, chasing every taste of Tala from his Casimine’s mouth. By the way he was breathing heavily, Casimine already knew he was growing impatient.

“Fuck, Casi.” Ameriden had pulled at the laces at Casimine’s waist. “I need your pants off now.”

He had more layers on than either of them, but Casimine’s blouse was see through. Still, he methodically shrugged the material off, aware of Tala’s own gaze drinking him in. Her own body was a gift that Casimine hadn’t known how badly he wanted until she was fully exposed to them. Her breasts were perfectly sized for Ameriden’s hands, abdomen soft but strong, and the curve of her thighs had felt fantastic around his head. One harsh squeeze, and Casimine would have gladly suffocated.

He pulled his pants low, past his straining cock just to calm Ameriden’s frantic tugging. He was flushed a deeper purple here, a bead of moisture gathering at the tip. The fact that there was an extra pair of eyes on his length didn’t intimidate him. While Casimine valued his privacy, he wasn’t bashful when it came to this.

“How do you wanna do this, Casi? Not feeling faint are you?” Ameriden asked.

His concern was noted but not necessary. Casimine planned to deal with the fatigue after he fucked Tala. Imagining what Ameriden looked like as he watched him between Tala’s thighs had made him wild.

“Do you mind if I go first?” Casimine asked, as it was only polite.

“Do it. Yes, I need to see you fuck her, Casi,” Ameriden shoved his own pants down, the material gathering around his knees, “I wanna watch you lose your mind.”