Page 51 of Sinful Pride
“I like my room at the Embassy,” I said, speaking the complete truth. Hellion and Zachariel reassured me I could do whatever I wanted with it and I could have a say in any alterations or expansions of the Embassy. In the future, I could have a new place built for me. “I think having so much space, whether it be a big house or a penthouse, is too lonely.”
“Yeah, it can be,” Raphael sighed.
Something flickered on Beelzebub’s face, some kind of emotion he didn’t want to acknowledge, because he let a smile creep on his face and steered the conversation into a different direction; the one I anticipated and awaited since we stepped foot here.
“It’s not so lonely with the two of you here,” Beelzebub purred. “How about I show you the bedroom?”
Well, he couldn’t get much clearer with his intentions.
With all of us eager, we found ourselves half-naked and kissing on Beelzebub’s four-poster bed in no time. I was getting traded between the two of them until Beelzebub decided he was more interested in marking my neck, leaving hickeys and imprints of his teeth along my pale skin. As I arched into Beelzebub’s bite, my hands slid down Raphael’s body and I accidentally brushed against the angel’s trapped cock.
“Yes, I have been waiting for this,” Raphael groaned.
Beelzebub detached himself from his prize long enough to say, “You act as if you haven’t been getting any action for a long time, but I know better. Tell us, angel, how many times have you touched yourself since the beginning of our arrangement?”
“Many times,” Raphael moved his hips forward, pushing against my hand.
“Many?” I asked.
“Yeah, don’t be shy. Tell us more.”
“Every day,” Raphael choked out.
The shame and embarrassment at Beelzebub’s teasing had to be settling in because Raphael stilled his hips. I didn’t want that, so I started moving my hand, not letting him escape from the friction.
“You really can’t go without it even for a day, can you? Here I have been calling Tirael a slut all this time, but I see you are a strong contender for the title. Tell me, was it enough to satisfy you?”
“No!” Raphael panted out, his hips dancing with my hand. He threw his head back with a moan. “It felt so empty. Too fleeting. It wasn’t enough.”
“Don’t worry, angel, we got you.” After that declaration, Beelzebub whispered straight into my ear. “Make him come in his pants.”
My breath caught a little as I did as he said. I moved my hand, cupping the shape straining against the fabric. The tip of Raphael’s cock was leaking, creating a wet spot on his pants that grew as I watched.
“Tirael, baby, take me out. Touch me. I want to feel your hand,” Raphael said. But I already had different orders.
“Don’t,” Beelzebub reminded me. “You don’t need to feel his hand, Raphael. You’re so close already, just finish like this.” Raphael groaned, feeling the trapped erection pressing painfully against the material of his pants and reached down to free himself, but Beelzebub caught his hand. It took only a few more movements of my hand, up and down, up and down, up and down, before Raphael was bucking wildly and coming with a shout.
I felt the wetness spread under my hands, cum dirtying Raphael’s pants, completely ruining them. But coming in his pants definitely didn’t ruin the bliss of the experience if his expression was anything to go by.
“Now, as we had seen to the needs of one of us, how about… Tirael, tell us, did you touch yourself as well?”
“Not at first,” I answered Beelzebub haltingly. “I don’t think it’s very good to fantasize about someone you aren’t in any relationship with, so even if sometimes I had the urge to imagine you or Raphael, I forbade myself from doing it. Then later when we started dating, I allowed myself to think about it more. And after the kissing I didn’t do it every day but….” Realizing what I nearly said, I shut my mouth. My cheeks grew tomato red.
“Now I have to know,” Beelzebub said. “What could it be? Either how you did it, or how many times you did it.” My expression had to have sold me out because Beelzebub reacted like a shark at the scent of blood. “The last one, then. Tell me, how many times did you get yourself off?”
“I didn’t count. I don’t know,” I tried to avoid the question.
“Give me an estimate. Now,” Beelzebub said, his hard tone breaking no argument.
“Around twenty!” I squeaked. “Yesterday, I spent a long time thinking about you two,” I admitted. “One orgasm turned out to not be enough, so I spent my Sunday with my fingers buried in my ass or my hands on my cock, trying to stave off a sudden wave of lust.”
“And was it enough?” Beelzebub asked.
“It was, eventually,” I said, “but now I want more.” I tilted up my chin, though my confidence wavered at the last moment, making the last words a mix between a bold order and meek pleading.
The most important thing was that it worked.
“Greedy. I like it. Raphael had his fun, so it’s my turn now. On your knees,” Beelzebub sneered. “And put that pretty, whorish mouth to good use.”