Page 48 of Liberty
I brushed the scraps aside, revealing tight muscles and smooth skin, nothing indicating the extent of the damage his abdomen should have possessed. I leaned down; the smell of his lingering blood enticed me, though it should have been repulsive. The metallic scent called to me, urging me to run my tongue along his skin and lap up what remained. Three groans filled the room the moment my tongue touched Sterling’s blood. My body zinged with the pleasure of one little lick, and I eagerly lapped at his skin, trailing downward toward his pants.
When I could move no further, I pulled back, letting my eyes fall to him as my fingers worked the button of his slacks and the zipper. He lifted his hips enough to allow me to tug his pants and boxers downward, past his thighs and knees until they fell into a rumbled pile on the floor. His cock stood long and proud in front of him, a perfect symbol of the man in front of me.
Sterling’s cock jumped under my gaze as he fought not to squirm. I leaned down, flicking my tongue over the crown as fabric rustled, and a zipper being pulled sounded behind me. I nibbled my way down to the base as Sterling’s hand came to my hair, grabbing a fist full of it and tugging slightly. The bit of pain was exquisite, his moans a damn melody. The hands that gripped my hip from behind, combined with the thick cock nudging my entrance, were the most beautiful of tortures.
Sterling’s cock slid into my mouth at the same moment that Ellis’ slid into my body, the force pushing me forward and shoving Sterling’s cock down my throat. Sterling’s hand tightened in my hair, and I had to fight my reflexes to stay still as I adjusted my jaw around him. I gazed upward toward Sterling, watching his every move as I swirled my tongue around him. Behind me, Ellis pulled out slowly before slamming his body back into me. We groaned in unison, the vibration in my throat making Sterling curse.
I was well aware of Oak’s presence looming over us. Still, with each stroke from Ellis and each sound of desperation from Sterling, I could hardly concentrate on what Oak was doing, not when my body was on fire and pleasure seeped into every nerve in my body. I hadn’t noticed that Oak knelt under me until his tongue flicked out to caress my clit, sending me instantly into another orgasm.
He didn’t stop, none of them did, causing my bliss to stretch out until stars danced along the corner of my vision and blackness seeped in. My head jolted up with a sharp bite of pain as Sterling’s fingers pulled me to look him in the eyes. His voice was ragged as he spoke, “No sexing blackouts, love.”
To drive his point across, Sterling flexed his hips upward, forcing me to relax my throat or choke. I hummed my approval around him, and he cursed, his fingers tightening for a moment before he relaxed them. Below me, Oak’s fingers dug into my hip as he held me still, not allowing me an inch of room to squirm as he continued his assault in perfect rhythm with Ellis.
Ellis picked up the pace, his movements mirroring Sterling’s. I sucked harder, relishing in the salty taste of Sterling’s precum as it slid down my throat. The crown of his cock flared, his fingers grappled before he pushed my head down, spilling his seed down my throat. Ellis’ erratic movements stilled. His cock thickened and pulsed, and a long string of curses spilled from his lips right as Oak bit down on my clit, sending me spiraling into another orgasm.
My channel squeezed around Ellis; our combined pleasure ran down my thigh as he flexed his hip against me before slowly pulling out. I pulled my mouth off Sterling, licking up and down his length, making him hiss with a mixture of pleasure and pain moments before strong arms grabbed my waist. I was flung over a hard shoulder; the little air in my lungs forced out of me.
Before I could even process what was happening, Oak settled me into the shower. The dress that had pooled at my hip fell to my feet. His eyes never left me as he turned on the water. The cold droplets cooled my body before the water warmed. I squirmed under his gaze, and even after coming multiple times, my body still warmed with the attention, anticipating when he’d touch me again.
The time it took him to pull his shirt off over his head seemed excruciatingly slow. It was painful. My skin tightened, and my body pulled with the need to be near him, to feel him, to rub myself against him. I wanted to wear a piece of them on me at all times, so I always felt as protected and cherished as I had at this moment. He tossed his shirt to the floor, and my eyes followed the movement before I braved a glance back at him.
Perfection.
He dropped his pants and stepped out of them.
Flawless.
His body, a Barberini Faun, covered in the flesh of a man.
But he wasn’t a man, not really. He was an immortal god, staring at me with so much heat my skin was nearly ablaze. He took a step forward, the droplets raining down on him, creating a mist that clung to his long hair and tempted me to reach out and touch it. But I stood frozen, wordless, wanton, waiting, needing the man in front of me to make the first move.
His hand came out, twisting a strand of my hair in his fingers as he silently observed. Always silent, always watching. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing before he licked his lips nervously. “I can still taste you on my lips; it’s like honey drizzled over the sweetest of fruits. I don’t know what’s happening.”
His admission seemed strangled, like even saying the words was nearly impossible. I watched his fingers twirl my hair around before he released it. “I don’t either.”
“I want you, Liberty. Not just want, but I feel like I might die, strangle to death on the lack of oxygen if I don’t take your body as my own.” Fuck. He was always so intense, but this? Just his words had my core pulsing, begging to be filled.
“Then take me.” My words were more of a whisper than the bold proclamation I meant them to be. But it didn’t matter; he was devouring the final syllables as they left my lips, not even giving me a chance to offer my permission.
My overheated body slammed into the cold tile, his thigh nestled between my legs as he kissed me. Starved for his touch, I rubbed against him. My nerves sparking to life just from contact with his hard body alone. Against my thigh, his hard cock bobbed, and my hand left his shoulder to travel down his body and take him into my hands. His chest heaved as I stroked him, precum mixing with the water to provide my hands an effortless glide down his length.
He pushed his hips into mine with a grunt, his hand grabbing my wrist to stop my movement before lacing our fingers together and guiding my hand around his neck. He pulled away from our kiss, keeping our bodies aligned as he stared down at me, his eyes drinking in every detail.
“It makes no sense,” he whispered under his breath before his lips found mine again, caressing them slowly. His fingers danced against my thighs before he gripped them tightly and hiked my body up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He turned our bodies toward the opposite wall, causing the shower to pelt down on his back as he held me up, my arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, my heart pounding in my chest.
His lips left mine and trailed down my neck, his voice soft as he said, “Tell me this is alright. That whatever this is that’s happening, you’re okay with.”
Was I okay with this whole situation? Fuck no. I was as lost as they were and probably twice as confused because they had hundreds of years to adjust to this sort of situation. Me? Not even half a week. But, was I okay with the softness of Oak’s touch against my skin and the salty taste of Sterling still lingering in my mouth, with the raw ache from Ellis between my legs? Oddly, nothing had ever seemed so right in my life.
“We’ll figure this out.” I gasped as he sucked one of my sensitive nipples into his mouth, sucking in such a way that left me breathless. I didn’t understand, not really. I was no saint when it came to the bedroom, but never had I been so sensitive, so damn responsive to a single touch from a man. Or three men, for that matter.
He released my nipple with a wet pop before leaning forward and biting my lip. His fingers tightened on my thighs in the most deliciously painful way before he pushed his hips forward, sheathing his cock with my body. His head fell back as he gritted his teeth, his breathing heavy.
It was another few seconds before he braved a single move, then another, and I was thankful for the delay because Oak definitely was packing a solid piece of – “I know what the fuck you are thinking, Liberty, and if an oak joke happens now, I swear I’ll spend the next week punishing you.”
His voice was a low groan as he cut off my thoughts. I smirked then gasped as he swirled his hips. “Punishment could be fun.”
“It won’t involve coming.” He buried his head in my neck and sniffed before grazing his teeth against my skin, and I tightened around him. God, I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to bite through my skin in the most primal of ways.