To be inside them both, honestly, because the way Adriana was watching him… he’d never experienced anything more erotic in his life. He could tell how heavily she was breathing, could see how dark her eyes were, like molten pools of gold. And most importantly, he saw her hand creeping closer and closer over her thigh, unable to resist.
That’s it. Take your pleasure and imagine I’m the one touching you.
He gladly would. If she stood now and offered herself to him, he would lift his hand and delve his fingers between her folds to seek out her clit. He’d rub just the way she liked while sucking Cassia’s and bring them both to climax in a symphony of moans and gasps.
Gods, he ached for that. One day it would happen. One day he would bury his tongue in Adriana’s pussy as Cassia rode him mercilessly. But until then, he was going to enjoy what he had.
He started to focus his attention, thrusting his tongue inside her a few more times, then moving upward toward the apex of her thighs. He’d nearly reached her clit when he felt her weight shift forward, her body lowering over his. For some reason, Keaton didn’t register what she was going to do until her hand was already wrapped around his cock.
When she took him into her mouth, swallowing him to the root in one slow, sinful surge, Keaton let out a shaky moan. It was hard to concentrate with her doing that, especially when she pulled back and began to suck him in earnest. He watched her, loving the sight of her swallowing his cock even from behind, her greedy mouth salivating around him, ribbons of her spit clinging to his cockhead as she withdrew only to take him in again.
“Fuck,” he groaned, breath gusting against her clit.
Her pussy contracted on reflex again, and Keaton finally obliged, sliding two fingers into her tight cunt as his mouth latched around her clit. He pumped and sucked, matching the rhythm she set as she devoured his cock, her lips sliding over the shaft again and again. Keaton could feel his balls growing tight and he idly wondered if he’d recover as quickly this time, should she make him come.
He’d been like a man possessed before, but maybe that was just because of the ritual. Either way, he redoubled his own efforts to break her, crooking his fingers just inside, the pads of them rubbing against her walls. That actually made her stop, her moan muffled around his cock. She pushed back against him, slamming down on his face and fingers, her thighs smacking against his skin, and Keaton sucked for all he was worth.
When she finally broke it was with a warrior’s shout, her clear voice rattling the walls. Keaton’s fingers were buried inside her, her cunt squeezing around them. He drew away from her clit and lapped up the juices that dribbled around the digits, a fresh burst of honey and spice on his tongue.
The sound of a rough, shuddered breath drew his attention. He looked to see Adriana with her knees parted, hand ever closer to her pussy but not touching herself; not even through the clothing.
His attention was pulled back to Cassia rather violently as she hummed around his cock, the vibration sending him faster toward that edge. He panted against her, watching her as she drew back slowly and sucked only on the head. It was too much. He was going to come any second.
Unless she squeezed her hand around the base of his cock, that was. Hard.
A sudden shock of pain stole the breath from his lungs. It was a sensation akin to getting kicked in the chest by a mule, and Keaton hissed in a harsh breath. The Emvola rose from him, her thighs flexing as she threw one leg over his torso and used it to leverage her position, flipping around. Eventually she straddled his hips, her pussy so painfully close to his cock that Keaton bit back a groan.
Palms rested on either side of his shoulders and she leaned down, her full breasts straining against her armor. He ached to get it off, to draw one of her nipples into his mouth, but right now he was more concerned with the way her lips tipped upward in a smirk.
“She’s waiting for you,” Cassia whispered.
“What?”
Her lips skimmed his jaw, blunted teeth raking along the edge. “She wants her dungeon lord to give her permission. To tell her to touch herself.”
Keaton’s breath faltered. He swallowed hard, throat working as his eyes met Adriana’s again. A pretty blush stole across her features, and he knew she must have heard. Especially since her eyes were imploring, her long lashes sweeping downward in a slow blink.
“You can touch yourself,” he somehow managed, his mouth intensely dry. “I want you to.”
Desire sparked in her eyes at that, and she moved her hand the last couple inches. Reclining back in the chair a little, she held his gaze before resting one of her feet on the edge of the bed, her claws digging into the mattress. Keaton’s gaze moved from her eyes downward, glued to where her fingers were now stroking over fabric in such a dainty, restrained way.
Even through the clothing — maybe even because of the clothing — she was incredibly sexy. Especially since he could see exactly how wet she was, the dampness staining the crotch of her pants.
“Tell her what you want,” Cassia said, her voice husky in his ear, teeth scraping the lobe. “Tell her what you want to do to her while you fuck me.”
She punctuated that demand by gripping the base of his cock, then impaling herself on it in one smooth motion. Keaton saw starbursts behind his eyelids, his head falling back, a moan tearing from his throat.
It took him a moment to recover, during which Cassia was grinding against him, her pelvis flush with his. Her hands were on his chest, her back arching in the most tantalizing way. One of his hands moved up her bare stomach, going further to cup a breast, his fingers moving the leather strap to the side so it was bared to him. He squeezed hard, drawing a moan from her that served to center him.
As she rode him, Keaton’s gaze fixed on Adriana. He could tell her breathing was shallow from the way her chest was moving, her full breasts — covered though they were — rising and falling rapidly. He watched her fingers, watched her angle them so the long nails wouldn’t be a problem as she stroked herself through the fabric, more urgency in her actions now.
“I wish it was my fingers,” he said, his gaze intent on her. “I wish I could be the one to touch you like that. To rub your clit and slide my fingers into you. I’d do anything to make you feel good.”
She let out a shuddered breath, her slitted pupils expanding, darkness filling her golden eyes.
“Would you like that?” he asked, having to bite down on a moan as Cassia ground against him in just the right way, his cock hitting deep within her.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling with obvious desire.
Her fingers sped, rubbing furiously through the soaked fabric. So hard that it slid out of place, granting him a view of her bare pussy. When Adriana realized, she didn’t blush and block him from looking. Instead she slid her fingers under the fabric, lifting it out of the way, pushing it to the side.
She was beautiful, rosy pink lips swollen with need, clit peeking out almost shyly from the apex of her thighs. Her pussy glistened and he ached to taste her, his mouth suddenly dry.
“I want to taste you so badly,” he said. “I know you’re not ready for that, but gods, I can’t wait to make you come with my tongue.”
“He does have a very talented tongue,” Cassia said with a breathless laugh, her thighs slamming against his.
Keaton gave her breast one last squeeze, then moved both hands to her thighs, grasping them tight enough to leave marks. He held her, managed to contain her strength enough to thrust upward off the bed, meeting her as she slammed back down. Cassia moaned loudly, throwing her head back, and Keaton admired the raw power of her form before his gaze traveled back to Adriana.