“Everything.”
Apparently he had no appreciation for my continued dedication to theme. I added my panties to the pile, and he let go of my throat so I could take off both my t-shirt and bra.
I expected him to touch me, like last time. Instead, his eyes flicked over me as he circled me completely. He stared at me, the look too focused for my liking and I hesitantly raised an arm as if to cover myself.
He caught my wrist, gripping it hard, and wouldn’t let me continue. “You aren’t uncomfortable, are you?” Akiva held both my arms loosely behind me, forcing my shoulders back.
It was uncomfortable. Cian and Indra were still fully clothed, as was Akiva. I felt out of place. I felt vulnerable. After he’d held me there for a few long moments, he’d led me to the couch, urging me to my knees on the sofa to his left.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” he said conversationally, running his fingers through my hair. “But Cian and Indra are putting on quite a show. I’m going to watch. You can too, I suppose.”
Sure enough, Indra was on Cian’s lap on Akiva’s other side, straddling his thighs and rocking his newly-naked hips into the vampire’s hand. When had he taken his clothes off? Cian purred encouragements into his boyfriend’s ear, his own clothes still on, though I saw that his jeans were unbuttoned.
Then Akiva’s hand was in my hair and he forced me to look at him. Grinning, he unzipped his jeans, raising his brows expectantly. “Thought you weren’t selfish,” he sneered.
I could take a hint.
At his gentle urging, I laid on my stomach, my arms braced over his thighs as I pulled him free from his boxers and ran my tongue up the side of his cock. He was already hard, and I curled my fingers against him as I repeated the motion, then glanced up as I heard a long, low moan from Indra.
“Don’t stop, little witch,” he told me, his gaze flicking to Cian and Indra once more.
My eyes narrowed and I curled my fingers around him gently, still watching his face as best I could as I licked at his length.
Cian and Indra certainly had very little interest in us. The vampire was feeding from the hellhound, lips buried in Indra’s throat as he used his hand to tease him.
Akiva’s fingers trailed down my spine, soft encouragements dripping from his lips as he traced patterns over my skin. He didn’t stop, and finally his fingertips found the swell of my ass and the curve of my hip. He kept his hand there for a bit, frustrating me by shifting his hand to let cool air tease over my slit as I brushed my lips over the tip of him.
“You can do better.” His voice was goading, and his other hand curled in my hair as if to give me a hint.
I adjusted my grip on his shaft and licked at his tip again before taking him in my mouth, eyes closing even as Indra groaned loudly once more, the sound chased by Cian’s approving purr.
Akiva stroked lightly over my slit and I gasped, hips arching off the sofa. He pulled away immediately.
I glared at him, unsurprised to see his very arrogant and amused grin. He raised his brows, as if unsure why I was looking at him, and guided my head back down.
As soon as I took him in my mouth again, his fingers came back to tease me, dodging my clit completely and once in a while running along my inner thighs. Seemingly at random he would run his finger along my entrance, occasionally acting like he was going to dip his fingers into me, only to immediately pull away like that had never been his intention at all.
Then, very suddenly, Indra’s face appeared in my line of sight. Cian had all but thrown him face down onto the sofa and by extension Akiva’s lap. The lich purred, reaching out to cup his jaw affectionately.
“Don’t let George suffer alone,” Cian teased, hand pressed in between Indra’s shoulder blades as if to keep him where he was. He was on his knees behind the hellhound, knees pressed into the sofa cushion and had at some point lost his clothes.
Just looking at the three of them without their clothes was enough to make me wet.
Akiva was the only one still dressed, though I was going to change that soon.
Indra’s hand snagged my jaw and he pulled me off of Akiva to kiss me, plunging his tongue into my mouth as I leaned forward to meet him.
He groaned against my lips, body pushed forward when Cian pressed into him. I could feel his pleased shudder, and a second later Akiva’s fingers were between my thighs.
This time he didn’t tease. He pressed one finger into me, eliciting a whine from me that Indra swallowed eagerly.
Suddenly Cian had pulled Indra away from me, urging him towards Akiva’s neglected length.
Indra didn’t seem to mind at all. He eagerly swallowed Akiva down to the hilt, making the lich cry out.
I took that moment to push Akiva’s shirt up, happy that he helped me and that it was on the floor a second later so that I could kiss and bite at his collarbone.
“Careful with your teeth unless you want to feel all of ours,” the lich threatened, clicking his own human teeth near my face.
I smirked.
It was apparently the wrong thing to do, because he tilted his head to the side and pulled his fingers back, tracing along my slit again.
“Akiva!” I protested, trying to roll my hips back into his hand.
He shoved my head down playfully, and I refocused my attention to where Indra was very enthusiastically bobbing his head up and down over Akiva’s shaft. When Indra pulled off of him I pressed forward, taking him in my hand and into my mouth. I could taste Indra’s mouth there, and looked up to meet the hellhound’s
