9. Hayliel

9

R aphael strips off my clothes while I’m lost in Theo’s kiss.

Having them pressed against me like this, with their warm, sweaty bodies covering mine, I’m going out of my mind.

Delirium. In the best possible way.

“Tell us you want this. Us,” Raphael says, slowly unzipping my bra. There’s a desperation in his voice that almost has me undone.

Theo leaves my lips to press kisses across my jaw and down my neck, toward the opening in my bra Raphael just created.

“Gods, yes. I need you both. I’d never survive if I lost either of you.” The words escape, unbidden, but I don’t regret them. I need Raphael and Theo to understand just how absolutely smitten I am. They have to know that I’d never choose between them. I couldn’t.

“Only our deathbed or your say so could keep us from you, firefly,” Theo says, placing kisses against the swell of my breasts until I ache with need.

I wonder if they realize that I’ll never send them away. Not now, not tomorrow, and certainly not years into the future. As for their deathbed, I don’t even want to consider it. Recent events have taught me that things can change in the blink of an eye, so I plan to fight for every ounce of happiness while I can.

“You’re both far too dressed.” I stand completely naked between their half-clothed forms, feeling like the center of the entire fucking galaxy.

Theo only chuckles once, this deep, husky sound that lights a fire in my veins, then I’m in the air, my legs wrapped around his torso and the hard line of his erection pressing against my bare center.

I suck in a sharp breath and grind against him, completely oblivious to what he’s doing until I find myself lying on my back on the mats in the center of the room. Beneath my head are three fluffy towels folded into a makeshift pillow. I’m in paradise.

A small giggle escapes me that quickly turns into a moan as Theo grinds against me, the friction feeling so fucking good and yet not enough at the same time.

Raphael is beside me in an instant, completely naked and beyond gorgeous. How the fuck did I get so lucky?

His lips are on mine, tearing apart my soul with an earth-shattering kiss that has my limbs trembling and pussy drenched. Only when he pulls away do I notice the curly-haired Adonis settling between my legs.

“How wet is she for us, Theo?” Raphael asks, his eyes blazing.

But Theo doesn’t answer right away. He runs a finger from my clit to my achingly empty pussy, pressing the digit inside me for only a second before pulling out and holding it up. It glistens with my wetness.

“Oh, she’s wet,” he says, then sucks me off his finger. “But I think we can do better.”

“What do you think, sunshine? Are you up for it?”

Theo blows gently against my pussy, distracting me and making me damn near beg.

“Do your worst,” I say, teasing, but from the looks on their faces, I wonder if maybe I’ll regret those words.

They move languidly, in no rush to make me come, and somehow their easy-going behavior only heightens the sensations. Raphael lavishes my over-sensitive nipples with attention, while Theo makes long strokes against my pussy with his tongue, pressing it inside me before trailing it back up to my clit.

On his next trek down, he stays there, fucking me with his tongue while Raphael makes gentle circles on my clit with his finger. I’m on the verge of an orgasm when they shift their touch just enough to stop me from coming. Assholes.

Raphael’s laugh is almost diabolical. “How wet is she now?”

Theo does the same test as before, but this time when he presses a finger inside me, the slickness is audible. Heat rises to my cheeks, but I’m not embarrassed. I just need to come.

“Getting there,” he says.

“You hear that, sunshine? I think he’s having fun getting you wetter and wetter, don’t you think?”

“Yes, but.” The words come out as a whimper.

“But what, firefly?”

“I want to touch you both, too.” The last word turns into a moan as Theo resumes his work on my pussy, but Raphael doesn’t let me off the hook.

“If you want to pleasure me, baby, all you have to do is ask. I’ve been wanting to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours for weeks. Will you let me?”

Images of Raphael taking what he wants from me almost sends me over the edge, which only causes Theo to back off. Does he have a fucking orgasm sensor or something? Fuck!

I nod, mouth watering with the need to lick the drops of moisture from Raphael’s tip. For a second, I think we’ll have to switch positions in order to accommodate, but he straddles my head, placing one knee on either side of me, and I realize he’s about to call all the damn shots.

It only makes me want him more.

“Do you trust me?” Raphael asks.

“Always. Now just fuck my mouth already, Raph. I need to taste you.”

His eyes darken as he brings the tip of his cock to my lips, allowing me to swirl my tongue around it and suckle just enough to make him shudder.

Before he thrusts any further, he peers over his shoulder at Theo and says, “I think our girl deserves a prize. Why don’t you give her one?”

As Raphael moves, fucking my face with slow movements, Theo does the opposite. It’s like he’s the one who can’t bear to continue teasing me . Not that I’m complaining. How can I when he strokes my clit with his tongue and pumps two fingers inside me.

Thank the Archangels that Raphael can take what he wants from me because I’d never be able to focus enough on sucking his dick while Theo does all that .

I tangle one hand in Theo’s hair, the other cupping Raphael’s balls as my orgasm builds to a dangerous level. All of their earlier teasing only added fuel to an already raging fire, and the heat of it threatens to send me to my death in a blaze of flame and smoke.

When I moan around Raphael’s cock for the third time, he thickens in my mouth, a string of curses leaving him.

“If you keep doing that, sunshine, I’ll never last.”

He doesn’t realize that’s what I want. I’m so close to oblivion, and I want him to come with me. I want Theo there too, but I can’t suck both their cocks at once, at least not in this position.

I moan again, my hands moving to grip Raphael’s ass, holding him in place so he can’t escape. When he curses again, I’m gone. Lost in bliss as a scream bubbles up from my throat, muffled by his cock. My back tries to arch off the mat, but I can only go so far with Raphael above me. Then, with Theo still paying lavish attention to my clit and enhancing my climax further, I taste it. Hot and salty, Raphael’s cum fills my mouth as he shudders and groans. I swallow it down, not willing to waste a single drop.

“I didn’t realize you liked the taste of my spunk so much, little sun,” Raphael teases. “But just because I can’t fuck you now, doesn’t mean I’m done with you.”

I lick my lips, loving the way he’s looking at me. Like I’m about to receive the best sexual payback of my entire life. “Is that a promise?”

Raphael doesn’t bother answering. Instead, he kneels at my side and plants a fiery kiss to my lips that has my nipples pebbling and my pussy begging to be filled.

When he finally lets me go, Theo—who somehow found the time to shed his clothes—positions himself between my legs. I revel in the feel of his massive cock pressed against me. Yes. This is what I need.

As if he heard me, Theo takes us back to the floor, holding close to my head so I don’t hit it on the soft mat. He treats me like I’m precious, something to be cherished, and fucking hell, I’m starting to believe it.

Through the kiss, I roll us over until Theo’s on his back and I’m straddling his hips. Raphael watches us, his cock thickening again. Even a half-hard cock won’t keep him away, though. He comes up behind me, and just as I’m lining up to sink onto Theo, Raphael stops me.

He presses against my back, wrapping an arm around my hip and dipping between my legs. “Not yet, sweet sunshine. I want to make sure he’ll fit.” Without waiting for a reply, he pushes two fingers inside me, pumping and flexing them until this intense pressure builds inside me and I feel like I’m about to lose control.

His fingers make sloppy, wet sounds as they piston inside me until I can’t hold back the pressure anymore. “Oh gods,” I moan as a gush of liquid drips from my pussy onto Raph’s hand and down to Theo’s pierced cock.

“Fuuuuuck,” Theo groans, smearing my arousal across his hard length and toying with his piercing.

I feel Raphael’s smile against my shoulder. Pleased with himself, he removes his fingers and finally lets me sink down onto Theo’s cock. Just like the last time he was inside me, it takes a moment for my body to adjust to his thickness. I still don’t even understand how that monster thing fits inside of me, but I’m damn glad it does.

Distracted by my stretching, aching pussy, I lose track of what Raphael is doing until I feel his fingers there . He circles the tight ring of muscles with a finger coated in my arousal, so it glides over smoothly. No one’s ever touched me there.

“Shit, firefly,” Theo practically groans out, his voice gravelly like he’s barely holding back. “You’ve got my cock in a vise grip. Whatever you’re doing, Raph, our girl seems to like it.”

A soft, breathy moan escapes me despite the herculean effort I put into keeping quiet.

Raphael only chuckles, continuing his soft exploration. “No one has touched you here before, have they, sunshine?”

I try to speak, but the words won’t come out. All I can do is shake my head.

I catch sight of us in the mirror and suck in a sharp breath. Is this truly what we look like? Theo lying between my legs, looking up at me with something akin to intoxication. Raphael kissing my neck, his hand moving steadily at my backside. And then there’s me.

My face is flushed, nipples pointed and hard. I look hungry , just not for food. It’s these men that I yearn for, including one who isn’t here. Would Theo and Raphael let him join? Where would he fit in? But I already know where. A smile tugs at my lips as I picture him beside me, making full use of my mouth.

In the mirror, I see Theo shift his head. He’s no longer looking at me, staring somewhere beyond, but before I can turn my head to see what’s caught his attention, he pumps his hips up a little. Goosebumps race across my skin as my eyes roll back.

“We’ll take it slow,” Raphael says, “and when you’re ready, we’ll take you just like this.”

He spits, spreading the saliva around my tight hole.

“Mmm. Fuck, sunshine. When you’re ready for us, we’ll fill you to the fucking brim.”

On the last word, he adds pressure to the finger that’s been toying with my ass, pushing it inside me. I gasp, the feeling of fullness washing over me.

“You okay, baby?” Raphael asks, and all I can do is nod. I doubt I’d make any sense if I tried to speak right now. “That’s it. I knew you could handle this. Us. You look so goddamn good at our mercy.”

As if the two of them planned this, they work together. Theo pumps into me in opposite strokes to Raphael’s fingers until I’m tumbling head first into sensation overload. It’s somehow both too much and not enough at the same time.

I lose track of everything but the feel of them. So much so that I don’t even realize that someone’s pulled me down until I’m lying on Theo’s chest. My pleasure builds into something wild and uncontrollable.

So. Close.

You’re so fucking perfect , Theo says, his usually soft voice rough in my head.

I barely register Raphael spitting again until he adds a second finger to my ass. It burns at first, but that only pushes me closer to oblivion.

You’re doing so fucking good, sunshine. Raphael’s praise tugs at my heart, adding another sensation to the mix already coiling inside of me.

So. Fucking. Full.

Somehow, Theo thickens inside of me, and it sends me over the edge on an earth shattering scream. The sound is muffled against Theo’s warm chest, but his own groan comes out shaky and intense, which only extends my orgasm. I did that to him. Me.

Theo brushes the hair from my face, where a few loose strands of my ponytail stick to my damp cheeks. Have I been crying? Shit. He holds me almost reverently, while Raph rubs a hand up and down my back and slowly withdraws his fingers from my ass.

I must spasm around Theo’s softening dick because a shudder runs through him and all I can do is sigh. I should probably get up and let him do the same, but I’m absolutely boneless.

“How do you feel, firefly?” Theo asks, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“Hmm? So, so good,” I reply sleepily, nuzzling his chest like I could burrow in deep and hibernate there. Maybe that’s not such a bad idea.

Raphael comes back, hiding his perfect dick beneath his shorts. “I hate to break up the snuggle fest, but we should probably get you cleaned up before anyone catches us like this.”

Shit. Zeke. This is his private fucking room.

Raphael is right. We need to get dressed before he stumbles in. I’m realizing his tough guy act might just be that. An act.

The last thing I want to do is hurt him.

Theo rolls us over, then pulls out of me with a careful slowness that steals my breath and makes me want to start our little fun all over again. Immediately, Theo’s cum leaks from me, but Raphael is there with a warm, damp cloth to clean it up.

“If we were anywhere else, sunshine, I’d be bending you over and filling you up too, just to watch it drip from your perfect pussy. But we have to get dressed and then we’re going to celebrate.”

Images of me, spread eagle on the bed with their mixed cum seeping from between my legs, has me gasping. I’m so stuck on it I almost miss what he said after.

“Celebrate?”

We have a lot to be thankful for, Theo says through our mental connection, and my jaw practically unhinges.

I want to cry or scream, bounce around in joy because holy shit.

My mental connections are back!