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I grinned a little, remembering how I’d warmed them the previous day. Partially straddling his hips, I slid my hands to his sides and listened to his hissed-out breaths. My grin widened a bit more.
“I think I like warming myself on you too,” I admitted.
As my hands searched out new warm spots, his shaft twitched underneath me. Small moves that called attention to his impressive size. The heat in my middle grew at the thought of sliding up his torso into a more comfortable position—one that would better align us, if not for my underwear.
His hands settled on my lower back, warming the skin there before slowly gliding down to massage some warmth into my backside. Each gentle rotation nudged me up a bit farther, feeding my fantasy until I couldn’t ignore my need to grind myself against him.
Heart thumping, I pressed my hands against his chest and dragged myself up his torso, skin to skin, not stopping until I aligned his cock against my core. He grunted, and his hands gripped my hips more firmly as I gave an experimental rotation.
A burst of hot pleasure coursed through me, and I forced myself to still. The hot throb of his length continued to twitch against me.
“How is your pussy that warm?” he asked, arching against me before catching himself and settling into place. “Sorry.” He returned his hands to my back and continued rubbing the skin there.
“Ghua said that Eden’s pussy is always warmer than the rest of her,” Vorx said from his place by the fire. “It must be a female thing.”
Turning my head to warm the other cheek, I met Vorx’s gaze and chuckled.
“It’s a core temperature thing. Outer extremities cool first. When the core starts cooling, then you’re looking at hypothermia, which is really bad.”
Turik moved underneath me again. A slow arch that rubbed against my clit just the right way.
“She opened her mouth a little, and her eyes dilated. Repeat whatever you did,” Vorx said, surprising me.
Before I could protest, Turik arched into me again, and I almost groaned.
“Does it warm you when I do this, Shelby?” Turik said, continuing his steady rock.
“Yeah.” The word was strangled, like my hold on Turik’s sides.
“Good. I like pussy-cock hugs.”
I snorted with laughter and rotated my hips against his next arch. We both moaned then. His grip on my waist changed. It wasn’t firmer—he was very careful even though the bruises were fading more every day. No, it was a slight tilt in his grip as if he was encouraging me to sit up and ride his temptingly obscene length.
How long had it been since I’d come? Ages. Ages and ages.
The memory of Nat rose up in my mind from when he still had been pretending to be loving, and I inwardly cringed. I hated that he was my last orgasm memory, not that I was ready to try to overwrite it. Turik’s light petting was enough for now. Enough to warm me and remind me that being with someone else could feel good.
I rubbed my face against his skin and breathed him in as he continued to rock against me. Each brush of his shaft against my clit had me wondering if light petting was the correct assessment, though. The fire that had sparked to life earlier grew in heat and ferocity until the flames licked my insides. I pushed away from his chest, bracing my hands on his chiseled torso as I arched my back and ground down against each of his thrusts.
A fine coating of sweat dampened my skin. I closed my eyes, chasing after that elusive jump into oblivion. And when I found it, I tumbled headfirst.
The high, soft wail that ripped from me echoed in the space along with Turik’s harsh breathing. A moment later, he grunted, and his shaft jumped underneath me. I opened my eyes in time to see rope after rope of white paint his abdomen.
Our eyes locked as he finished. His pupils were fully blown, and his ears stained a dark grey.
“I’m not sure if I owe you another apology or a thank you,” I said, my heart still racing away.
“Neither,” Turik answered. “I am the one who owes you both. Thank you for letting me warm you. I am sorry for releasing, though. Pussy-cock hugs while you make happy noises…” He shook his head slowly. “There is no greater pleasure.”
I wondered what kind of reaction he would have to actual sex.
“I will go clean up. Here,” he said, gently lifting me.
Another set of hands gripped my arms and plucked me the rest of the way off of Turik. Vorx sat on the blanket pile with me, his chest warming my back as Turik rose and walked away. How far I’d taken things registered a few minutes too late, and I twisted to look up at Vorx.
“I’m so sorry. I—”
“You owe me no apology either. Turik warmed you much better than I did and won this round fairly,” Vorx said. “I will work harder next time.”
