18

Osiris

Psalm groaned heavily when I got her onto her bed. "Holy fuck," she muttered. "How am I going to survive another day?"

"With lots of rest, rubbing, and food."

She rolled her eyes, laying back as her feet tried to kick off her shoes.

I reached down, pulling on the laces and pulling them off for her.

"Hey! Beck tied those for me this morning! I was trying to keep them tied."

My eyes snapped to her. Why would she… "You don't know how to tie shoes?"

"I'm an Ashbourne. I barely learned how to read and write!" She defended.

It was sad how those people were made to live. We were so focused on getting rid of the Celestial being that we forgot that we're still human.

"I'll retie them for you tomorrow and then I will teach you how to do it," I muttered, earning a look.

I ignored her, hands running up her calves. She still had leggings on as my hands began massaging her sore calf.

"Holy fuck," she moaned, dropping her head back.

My throat ran dry as I looked up at her body, the curves of her hips, her breast moving with each breath. I craved to touch her all the time, and I was surprised she let me do this. It didn't seem like we got along. For her sake, I wouldn't mind not being her boyfriend if she didn't like me.

But I wanted her to like me. I realized we just never got to this point where we were close and talking. It was always glances back and forth to each other.

My hand dug into her calf, eyes watching for her reaction. Her mouth parted, but it didn't seem to hurt too much.

After a bit, I moved up, and that's when she groaned. "So… it's the thighs?" I muttered to myself.

"Mhm," she hummed. "I'm sorry if I stink from sweating or if I'm wet with sweat."

"Mhm from sweat," I teased.

She giggled. "Oh, yes, Ris. You make me so wet with the way you rub the pain from my thighs!"

All my brain heard was, "Ris, you make me so wet," because my cock was hardening under my skirt. My fingers slowed down, digging into her thigh until I found the holy grail.

"Fuck, right there!" She told me.

My brows raised. Well, if her goal was to get me hard, it worked.

She sat up on her elbows, hissing in pain. I tried to stay focused, fingers the same way my brother's did for me. But unlike Psalm, I wasn't enjoying it this much. My brother was thoughtful with his touch, using the roller pins on my thighs and helping me stretch.

I wanted to help her stretch too. But differently.

My finger caressed her upper inner thigh, and a soft sigh came from her. My eyes looked up, and I realized I was on my knees before the bed, almost rubbing her pussy. She must have realized too, because her dark eyes were locked on my fingers.

I pushed my luck, brushing her pussy with my index finger.

A noise escaped her as her head dropped back. She was probably wet and probably wanting me. I needed more confirmation, maybe to ask for consent.

But the words dried in my throat as I lifted myself and hovered right over her body, hands still on her thighs.

She lifted her head, eyes locking right onto mine. She didn't pull away, though my face was dangerously close to hers. Her eyes dropped to my lips, and I couldn't help but think about the scar. The scar my cocky younger self got from Father Frazier.

"Can I kiss you, Psalm?" I whispered, lips brushing hers. A tingling sensation rushed through me, like electricity waking my body.

"Please," she whispered.

My lips instantly pressed to her, and I let go of her thighs to cup her face.

Psalm sighed into my mouth, reaching up to place her fingers on the back of my neck. I tasted her, all of her. Our lips moved perfectly like we've done this before, but we haven't. A whimper escaped her, and she pushed her hips to mine more.

A groan escaped me as I imagined myself in this outfit, taking her. I would kill for that moment, but she might be too sore, and I might be pushing my luck.

My hand dropped, finger running over her core. She whimpered again, and I realized I could give her other pleasure. Pushing my luck once again, I thumbed the side of her pants.

She caught on, her finger dropping to push off her leggings. She groaned into my mouth with each sore movement. Then she settled down.

I pulled back with a small lip smack and looked down. She was, of course, in a red thong and I craved to rip it off. Red was my favorite color. My finger pushed the thong lace to the side as I rubbed the pad of my finger against her clit.

She stiffened, mouth parting into a moan.

My eyes moved up her body, stopping right on her breasts. My other hand pushed up her shirt, taking in all the tattoos she had. Until I stopped right before her breasts.

Psalm sat up, making me pull back. Maybe she didn't want this. Instead, she took off the last bit of her clothing. A drop of sweat dripped down my spine as I looked at the beautiful, tattooed goddess in front of me. Her breasts were round and calling for my mouth to pull on the barred nipple.

She cupped my face, pulling me back into a kiss and down her.

I would do anything to bury my cock into her, but I thought it might be too much for her body.

My fingers pushed between us and found her bare pussy. I pushed her thong to the side and buried my fingers inside of her.

She cried, shuttering below me.

It made me moan, though I'd never just moaned from pleasing someone else. My fingers followed a pace, feeling her soaking wet around me.

She tightened around my two fingers, making me moan. I want it to be my cock.

Should I push her that far?

"Fuck!" She cried into my mouth, hips moving to my pace. I found her g-spot, finger grazing it over and over. My thumb extended and rubbed right against her clit. "Osiris."

I moaned, pulling back. My head dipped, and I slipped her nipple into my hot mouth. She arched, letting my tongue run over her nipple.

Her breath picked up, and my finger kept the pace, rubbing that sweet spot inside of her. Her left fingers entangled in my hair and pulled me to her breast more.

My teeth bit down a bit and that set her off. Her back was arching, cries filling the room. Her moan hitched, breath growing heavier. I didn't stop until I felt the liquid rushing down my hand. She cried; head thrown back.

My eyes looked up, seeing her spent from her orgasm. Good girl, I thought, pulling back from her high.

My fingers were soaking wet, and I moaned at the taste when I ran my tongue over them. My dick was painfully hard, needing a release, but I didn't care about that.

There was a beautiful girl, breathing hard below me, needing self-care.

My hand pulled down her red thong, pocketing it before I grabbed her hips and lifted it. Instantly her arms and legs wrapped around me, painfully pressing my hard cock against her.

"Are you going to fuck me now, Osiris?"

My cock twitched at the words, "Fuck me now, Osiris." Despite wanting to bury my cock so deep inside of her, I didn't want to do anymore. She was exhausted, needed a bath and food and water. I needed to take care of her. "No," I finally said, setting her on her bathroom sink.

"What? Why?" she asked as I moved to start the bath water for her. My shirt got wet, causing me to just take it off. "Are you joining me?"

"Wasn't the plan," I said.

"Do you not… want me or something?" she asked, drawing my eyes to her. I stood as the tub began to fill with hot water. Her thighs spread as I got closer to her. I moved to her, pressing myself between her thighs, cores lining up. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment before she looked up at me.

"When I fuck you," I said in a heavy voice, reaching down and pulling her into me more. "I want you to be exhausted over my cock. I want to make you scream over and over while I hold my cum in."

A noise escaped her.

"My cum is yours," I told her, lips brushing her. "You'll have it soon."

"You like... to edge yourself?" she asked almost breathlessly.

I nodded slightly. "Until I'm begging for your pussy."

The real reason for my holding back came out. Yeah, she was exhausted, but I liked how painful my cock felt thinking about her.

Kier liked pain to his body, while I liked pain to my cock.

"Won't that hurt too much?" she asked.

Very. But I grabbed her fingers and pushed them against the bottom side of my cock. I rubbed her finger back and forth, enjoying it a bit. Until she gasped.

She felt my piercings.

"So, you're going be a good girl, relax. I'll bring you food, and you'll eat. Got it?"

She nodded, swallowing hard. But she nodded.

I helped her get into the bath, realizing I had to rub her other thigh still. She adjusted the water, dropping in some Epsom salt and a bath bomb into the water.

"I'll be back," I told her.

"Okay," she muttered.

I left the room, going downstairs. I wanted desperately not to wash my hands, but I knew I had to. Gross of me, right?

I washed my hands before preparing her a snack. I knew for sure we were going to eat out today because none of us could cook though she was teaching Beck right now.

I wanted her to be my teacher, wanted to be on my knees eating her out while she cooked, then fucking her on the counter while we burnt up food.

I gathered a few of the fruit she loved and some water bottles before going back up with my plate. In her bathroom, her eyes were closed, the water off as she relaxed.

Her metal arm was black out, outstretched behind her head a bit.

I set down the snacks on a small stool next to the tub. My hand reached into the hot water and began massaging her thighs.

Her eyes opened as she looked at me. But we worked in silence. She ate while I rubbed her whole down. Then she wasn't groaning too much; I took a watermelon sugar scrub and slathered it on her body.

"You guys are the only people that have ever done this for me," she muttered, eyes closed.

I smirked. "I told you to stay around us, Sal. We aren't horrible people. Just have horrible secrets."

"So do I."

I looked up at her, studying her beautiful face. "You're so beautiful," I blurted.

She sat up, chuckling. "Another thing you guys do."

"Is that a bad thing?"

She shook her head. "Just not used to it. Not used to being shared and not feeling like I'm cheating on Abel or Beck or Briar."

I shook my head lightly. "I don't know. Sometimes I will be too into work; it's nice knowing one of my friends can pick up the slack. I love the little family I have and couldn't imagine doing anything without them."

"And I'm the lucky girl?" she said, confused.

I nodded.

"And you want to date me, not just fuck me?"

"Yes, Psalm. I haven't even fucked you yet! I thought I proved myself."

She laughed, nodding. "Yeah, you have! Just still new and weird to me."

"It'll take some time," I muttered, hoping she didn't reject the idea of us.