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“Again,” Jasper demanded. He slid a third finger inside me and began to push harder and faster, as Zayn’s tongue flicked over my sensitive flesh. He didn’t hold back, driving me onwards with no respite.
“Zayn, fuck... gods, that’s... fuck.” I could barely get the words out. I teetered on the edge, and Jasper leaned forward.
“Don’t come, Tory. Fight it. You aren’t allowed to come until I tell you. Zayn, make it really hard for her to resist.”
“Jasper,” I cried out, but he wasn’t listening. I felt a cool liquid drip down, and then the pressure of his thumb at my other entrance, and desire laced through me like a drug.
Zayn’s tongue circled my clit, and I moaned over, any restraint long gone.
“Jasper, I can’t… Jasper, please...”
“I told you, Tory, in here you address me as master.” He pushed his thumb deep into my ass in one movement. I screamed at the invasion, but it wasn’t in pain. Zayn reached up, digging his fingers into the flesh of my thighs as he ground my pussy down on his face, and I fell apart over him.
“One more,” Jasper demanded.
“No, I can’t... I can’t…”
“You have a safe word,” he reminded me as he pulled his fingers away. I took a deep breath as I felt the head of his cock sliding over my pussy. “I’m going to fuck you now, Tory, and Zayn is going to suck your clit until we come, and he can taste us both. Or you can use your safe word. Your choice.”
I pushed back against him, urging him on.
“Good girl,” he purred, and buried himself inside me with one thrust. I cried out, but he didn’t stop, just started to fuck me hard, one thumb still sliding in and out of my ass as he slammed himself into me over and over.
“Zayn,” he gasped. “I need you...”
I felt Zayn move out from under me. I could hear movement behind me, and then I felt Jasper slow for a moment.
“Oh gods, oh fuck,” he said suddenly. He held still for a moment, and then he began to move again, sliding in and out. The rhythm wasn’t as smooth as before. He leaned down over my back, brushing my hair away from my ear.
“How does it feel? Does it feel different having me fuck you as he’s fucking me?” He pulled the blindfold away with a tug, and I looked around to see Zayn behind Jasper, his cock deep inside his ass.
“Oh fuck, that’s fucking hot!” I gasped.
Jasper slammed into me hard, and I looked forward again, gripping the sheets. Jasper was fucking me so hard, he forced me down onto my chest. I turned my head to the side, letting him use my body. It felt as though it should hurt, but each impact merely drove me closer and closer to the edge.
With a groan, Jasper came. He pulled out, and I felt ropes of cum land on my back. Reaching down, he rubbed it into my skin with his warm hands. I could feel Zayn still fucking him, and Jasper pulled me up flush against his chest, reaching around to cup my breasts.
“Master...” Zayn begged.
“Come for me, Zayn,” Jasper said, and Zayn did, slamming hard against us. He moved a few more times, then reached around my waist, holding us all together for a minute. We were breathing heavily, and Jasper’s cock was still inside me, but I didn’t want to move.
At last, Zayn released us, and we collapsed down onto the bed. Jasper slid off and returned a moment later with damp cloths. I lay here, my heart still hammering as he cleaned us both gently.
Reaching under the bed, he pulled out a silk duvet and arranged it over us. Zayn put his arm under me and pulled me close to him. I rested my head on his chest, and Jasper cuddled up behind me.
“You were both incredible, and I love you so much,” Jasper told us. Zayn murmured something in return, but my eyes were already closed, and I slipped away, sated and loved, into the warm darkness.
Chapter seventeen
WESLEY
Idroppedtherucksackto the ground with a clunk. It hit the hard packed earth, tipped over, and immediately burst its buckles, spilling papers and books out over the ground. In a dry river valley in the middle of Egypt at the end of August, where the sun had beaten down on us all day and I had prayed for any kind of breeze to no avail, a sudden random gust of wind carried a sheaf of handwritten papers across the valley floor like rectangular leaves. I stared at the escaping papers, my mouth falling open in disbelief, and the hot, thick air stole the saliva from my mouth in moments. Jack and Zayn darted past me, grabbing the papers, and I snapped out of it, forcing my body to move as I went after the hours’ worth of notes I had insisted on bringing with me. I cringed, hearing the guys curse as they ran, bending low over the ground to grab the papers. After a few minutes of retrieval work, we all collapsed on the ground in an exhausted, sweaty heap.
“Tell me again why you felt the need to bring half our library with you?” Jack asked, passing me the sheaf he’d collected. I added them to the pile Zayn had handed to me and stuffed them back into my bag between a couple of the larger books. I was starting to wonder why myself, and I sighed as Jasper passed me a canteen of water.
“We don’t know what we’ll have to deal with when we reach the gates to the underworld,” I explained for the fourth time today. I took a swig of water. It was no longer cold, but it was wet, and that was something. It was just a shame the oppressive desert air dried your mouth seconds after you wet it. “They might have already opened the gates, and we’ll need to close them again. Or maybe we’ll need to open them to go after them or... well, who knows?”
Jasper shrugged. “It’s pretty easy to open the gates of the underworld. Just kill someone, and the ferryman should show up to get them.”
