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“Huh?” I ask dumbly, much too caught up in the show to understand why.
Caelan’s grin is fucked-out and feral. He grabs Elias’ shoulders and pushes him back into the bed to stop Elias from trying to regain control, growling. “Sit on his face. That’ll keep him down.”
“Caelan!”
“C’mon. I’m serious.”
They’ve already thoroughly worked me over, and even if I’ve had enough time to recover somewhat, I’ll only end up even more exhausted and sore tomorrow if I let them rope me into anything else.
That’s what the sensible part of my mind tells me. The part that’s getting turned on again from watching them and shivering with lust at the thought very much wants in.
I let the covers drop from my shoulders and crawl over. Caelan beams at me while Elias raises an eyebrow.
“You don’t, um… mind?”
“Do it,” Caelan encourages, utterly delighted. “After the way he was fucking you before, a li’l turnabout’s only fair.”
Elias shoots a glare at Caelan. “I am happy to pleasure you, darling, but not because of this brat and his insolent intentions.”
“Insolent, myass,” Caelan whoops, then groans as Elias thrusts up particularly hard into him in retribution.
I giggle, then yelp as Elias grips my thighs and pulls me over to straddle his face. For a moment, I feel self-conscious about the position. Then Elias’ tongue hungrily finds my core, and I forget everything else.
“Elias… oh, God.” I moan shakily. He must be able to taste himself on me, and the thought is as arousing as it is filthy.
I ride Elias’ face while Caelan rides his cock, losing myself in the pleasure. Caelan wraps an arm around my waist and leans me back, turning my head so we can thoroughly make out at the same time.
Caelan doesn’t stop until Elias comes. And as soon as he’s finished with Elias, Caelan lays me down on the bed and has his turn with me.
For all his flippancy and seeming carelessness, he’s mindful of not pushing too hard. He takes it slow. The smooth, steady slide of his cock inside me is enough to have me breathless and moaning for him, even without his usual roughness.
He gets his turn to come inside me too.
But Elias is possessive and hard again. Goddamn demon stamina, they’re going to be the death of me one day.
In the best way.
He can’t let Caelan have the last say. Caelan had me all to himself last night, and now it’s Elias’ turn. He pulls me into his lap, my back against his chest.
I’m too exhausted to ride him, but it still feels good to lay limply against him, moaning prettily as he gently uses me, his lips littering tender kisses all over me as he manipulates my body like a rag doll.
It makes me feel so deliciously floaty, and maybe a little dissociated. It’s all right because it’s only in the headiest and most pleasurable way imaginable, without the almost overwhelming intensity of before, which I’m thankful for this time around.
Elias forces another orgasm out of me by the time he’s done, and I end up a breathless, trembling wreck slumped against him. He pulls out, and I can feel the warm gush of his seed leaking out of me. Maybe Caelan’s too. That’s three times they’ve come in me. I’m so full of them, so filthy. So theirs, their little toy to use and pump full of their cum.
The thought makes me squirm.
But once it’s over, they’re so sweet again, if not a little amused at how damn out of it I am. Elias chuckles as he lifts me. There is no way I’m walking, so he carries me to the bathroom. As much as I’d be happy to pass out in their arms, Elias is right when he says we all need to clean up first.
He draws me a bath this time since standing isn’t going to happen, and I spend most of it nuzzled against Elias’ chest. He talks to me, praising me for being so good for them and keeps checking if I’m okay. I can only reply in vague murmurs and the occasional yawn. Fucked out and exhausted, the deepest satisfaction leaves my whole body feeling utterly boneless. I’m warm and comfortable, and will pass out in his arms soon.
Once he deems us clean enough, Elias wraps me in a towel and dries me off. Caelan has my pajamas ready when I get back to the bedroom.
“Seriously, doll, you okay? You’re still kind of out of it,” he asks as he helps me pull them on, already in a pair of sleep pants himself.
“I’m dead,” I mumble. “I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
Caelan snorts. “God, you’re adorable.”
