Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 599(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
They both nodded as one.
Yes. It’s all right—we’re all in this together.
A strange sense of calm seemed to settle over Noelle then. She leaned forward, her soft pink tongue darting out. She didn't try to take one and then the other—instead, she worshiped them as a pair.
As the two of them watched, she licked a slow, torturous path around the crown of Bright’s shaft, then swirled her tongue over the head of Burn’s, tasting them both, mixing their pre-cum with the tip of her little pink tongue. Then she opened her lips, trying to fit as much of both of them as she could inside her hot, wet mouth.
It was impossible to take them fully, but she tried—her lips stretched wide, her tongue working frantically to lap and suck at the twin pillars of flesh.
Bright knew he shouldn’t enjoy this but he couldn’t help it—he was in heaven as he watched Noelle’s erotic performance. Her sweet little mouth was so soft…so hot and eager. And the sight of her, so beautiful, curvy, and submissive on her knees, giving them both pleasure at the same time, was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed.
The added friction of Burn’s shaft sliding against his own with every movement of her tongue sent sparks of sensation shooting through him that he’d never known were possible.
And he wasn’t the only one affected. He could hear Burn’s ragged breathing, could feel the tremors in the other male’s shoulder where it pressed against his own. They were connected in this—bound by shared pleasure and shared defiance.
The pressure built—a tight, coiling spring deep in Bright’s gut. The world narrowed to the feeling of Noelle’s mouth…the scent of her hair…the heat of Burn’s skin against his. He was close, so close—teetering on the very edge of release. He was about to let go, to pour his pleasure into her waiting mouth when—
"Enough!”
The auctioneer’s sharp, dismissive voice cut through the haze of his pleasure like a shard of ice.
“That’s enough!” she declared. “Surely you’ve seen all you need to see.”
“No, we haven’t.” The three headed Trollox leaned forward, its middle head leering eagerly. “We want to see her make them come and swallow their seed.”
Gods… Bright shook his head. Would they really have to do that to Noelle? Have to watch her swallow both their seed?
He had a feeling they would.
33
BURN
Burn stood rigid, the broad, slick head of his cock pressed firmly against Bright’s. The contact between them was a live wire—a strange, electric friction that sent jolts of pure sensation straight up his spine.
Fuck. He’d shared everything with Bright—blood, sweat, the cold floor of a prison cell—but he’d never dreamed their seed might mingle like this, in the mouth of a woman they both… fuck, what did they feel for her?
It was too complicated to name, but the raw, possessive need was simple enough.
His initial instinct had been rage at the violation—at the auctioneer’s smug face and the crowd’s hungry eyes. But that fury was rapidly being burned away by a hotter, more primal fire. His gaze dropped to Noelle, kneeling before them, and all coherent thought scattered.
Her scent was an intoxicating cloud of pure, feminine lust. There was no fear in it now, only a deep, hot arousal so potent it made his head spin. Her eyes, when she looked up at them, were soft and hazy—the pupils full and dark—dilated with need.
Her breathing was shallow—little panting breaths that made her exposed breasts—pushed high by the shimmering green gown—rise and fall in a hypnotic rhythm. Her nipples were tight, dark points of desire, begging for a mouth…for a tongue…for the teasing nip of his teeth.
A low, guttural growl of undiluted lust rose in Burn’s throat, vibrating through his chest just as the auctioneer snapped,
"Oh, very well. Go on girl—finish them. And swallow every last drop! I want to see you choke it all down."
Noelle nodded, a mute, obedient little bob of her head that sent another surge of heat straight to Burn’s groin. Then she got back to work, and fuck, it was even better than before!
Her mouth was a miracle of wet, sucking heat, her tongue a clever, wicked thing that danced and swirled over their two heads pressed together, tasting them both, making no distinction. One of her hands came up, small and soft, to wrap around the base of Burn’s shaft, her fingers not quite meeting, while her other hand did the same for Bright. She stroked them in time with the bobbing of her head, her grip firm and knowing.
The feeling of his own hard flesh sliding against Bright’s, lubricated by Noelle’s wet mouth and their own pre-cum, was fucking incredible. It was a new kind of intimacy, Burn thought—one that should have felt wrong but instead felt fated—like a missing piece of puzzle clicking into place.