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“This is why sweet witch is so apt,” Crane murmurs as he suckles at me. “You’re dessert on my tongue.”
He continues with long, flat passes of his tongue over me until my thighs are squeezing the sides of his head, and I feel like if I don’t hang on to him like this, I’ll perish.
Crane groans into me and then places his warm firm hands on the insides of my thighs and presses them apart.
“Have you tasted her before, Brom?” Crane asks him. His tone is mild but his breathing is shallow. “Have you feasted on Kat like this? Licked her out from her cunt to her clit until your face is sopping wet with her desire?”
He buries his head again and swirls his tongue around my bud before sucking it into his mouth, then fucking me with this tongue again. My back arches again and my fingernails are making grooves in to the floor. I’m so close to coming and I’m whispering, “Oh, god. Oh, god.”
But then he pauses while I’m at the edge, pulling back slightly. He lets out a huff of amusement. “I can still taste your cum inside her, pretty boy,” he comments, his voice tight. “I hate to admit it, but I like the flavor of you mixed together.”
Then Crane adjusts himself and presses my thigh closest to Brom flat to the cold floor. “Can you see her now?” Crane asks. “See that tight pink cunt? See how you’re still dripping out of her?” Crane takes his finger and dips it inside me, making me gasp loudly, my body tightening around the tip. “It’s like she’s trying to get rid of you and make room for me.”
Brom lets out a growl that seems to fill the room and my eyes fly open, my heart pounding, thinking he might be turning into the horseman. He’s straining against the leather, his face red, sweat beading at his brow, while the slit at the top of his cock glistens with his arousal, enough that it’s dripping off him.
“Finally getting to you, aren’t I?” Crane surmises. “Then you should watch how a real man makes her come.”
Crane dives in between my legs again, sucking me into his hot mouth while he finger fucks me with one hand and squeezes at my breast with the other. My eyes roll back and I feel myself build and thicken to a point of no return, like I’m just peering over a ledge. Suddenly I’m frightened, hit with a nonsense fear that I’m about to die, like I’ll fall forever if I let go.
I open my eyes to look at Brom and the intensity in his gaze pushes me over the edge.
Then I’m coming, letting out muffled yelps that I try to hold back, my body convulsing around Crane’s face and hands. The fear turns into starlight, something deep and bright and pure and for a moment I forget where I am, who I am. Just that one man is devouring me with his mouth and the other is doing so with his eyes and never felt so desired before.
Eventually I return to earth. To Crane’s room in the faculty dorm. And I watch in a daze as Crane gets to his feet, slides his hand over his hard length in quick, skilled movements until he’s moaning loudly and coming, his ejaculation aimed at Brom. Thick ropes of his semen lash Brom’s dark red and obviously aching cock. It twitches as Crane’s seed lands on him and Brom lets out a growled scream. If he wasn’t gagged, I’m sure the whole building would be awoken.
Crane lets out a deep, satisfied groan as his strokes slow over his cock and he gives Brom a lazy grin, cruelty glinting in his eyes, and I’m starting to realize that Crane might be a follower of Marquis de Sade.
“Do you think I punished you enough, pretty boy?”
Brom makes a pained sound in response, sweat beading on his forehead, his face spurned in agony. The energy created from the sexual release buzzes through my body and if I had the strength to push through the haze in my mind and body, my limbs feeling like iron, I feel like I could create something. Push the energy out of my soul and capture it in my hands, like the fireflies I used to catch with Brom.
I stare at him for a moment, trying to reconcile the Brom I knew, the one I used to run around in the fields with at dusk, with this Brom. Even if he wasn’t possessed, this side of him, raw and debased and incredibly sexual, is something to get used to.
“Up you go,” Crane says to me and before I know what’s happening, he’s grabbing me and hauling me to my feet. I’m unsteady, swaying, and aware that I’m completely nude while Crane is already tucked away into his pants, the only fully-dressed person in the room.
