as he lowered his face toward me.
I’d never tried to be this intimate this quickly with a stranger without the ardeur. I’d never tried anything quite like this with just me in my head. I felt my body tense, and Micah’s hands slid over my breasts, cupping them, kneading them. It made me put my face back next to his so he could kiss me, as Mephistopheles lowered his mouth to me. I got glimpses of Asher and Nathaniel as my eyes fluttered open and shut. Then I gave myself to the men touching me and lost track of all else. Micah put his hand under my chin, keeping my face upturned so he could kiss and explore my mouth with his lips and tongue. The kiss made me grind my body against the front of his, and I felt his body begin to swell against my back. Mephistopheles licked between my legs and it drew a small sound that Micah ate with his kisses. His other hand tightened on my breast the way he knew I liked it. Mephistopheles plunged his tongue between my legs, and it made me cry out again, pushing against Micah’s body, his mouth pushing at mine. His tongue found the center between my legs and began to lick, long, slow strokes. I writhed against his mouth, Micah’s body, Micah’s mouth, and both their hands.
Mephistopheles began to shorten his strokes, licking around and over, up and down, over that sweet spot. He began to lick in short, quick flicks of his tongue, and I felt that warm, heavy, weight growing between my legs. I whimpered into Micah’s mouth as he continued to kiss and explore me. He rolled my nipple between his fingers and pinched, knowing that little bit of pain would push the pleasure for me.
Quick flicks of Mephistopheles’ tongue, fast and faster: One minute it was a building warmth, heavy and delicious, and the next lick he pushed me over that sweet edge. I screamed my orgasm into Micah’s mouth, my body spasming between them. Mephistopheles set his mouth around me and sucked so that the orgasm grew and grew. He tightened his hands around my thighs to keep me from bucking too hard against him, and Micah held me with both arms to keep me still, or as still as he could. He finally let me tear my mouth away from his so I could scream my pleasure.
I felt Mephistopheles hesitate as if I’d startled him, and then he went back to sucking, until my eyes fluttered back into my head and my body was limp and twitching between them.
Micah whispered against my face, “Is that enough?”
I managed to tap my hand on the bed, which was one of our signals when we were rendered speechless with orgasm. Micah laughed and said, “She’s done.”
Mephistopheles gave one last long lick that made me cry out again and writhe against Micah’s body. I could feel him hard and ready against my back, and I wanted that between my legs. I so wanted that.
I felt the bed move, and Mephistopheles wasn’t between my legs anymore. If I could have opened my eyes I would have looked to see where he’d gone, but the next minute I didn’t have to look, I could feel. The tip of him was pushing against my opening while I still lay back against Micah’s body.
I struggled to make my eyes work enough to watch him above me, but about the time I tried the head of him slipped inside me and my eyes rolled farther back into my head, spasming my body against Micah. Mephistopheles began to push his way inside me, and he was big enough and wide enough that just that made the orgasm aftershocks of the oral sex continue. My body spasmed around his, and I felt him shudder above me.
I struggled to open my eyes and look at him. I managed to see his face above mine, his body held up on his arms, his lower body pressing in against me. His eyes were closed, his face turned away. I heard him mutter, “God, she’s spasming around me, so tight.”
Micah said, “The first time is amazing.”
“Is she always like this?” he asked in a breathy voice.
“After oral sex, yes,” Micah said.
Mephistopheles worked his way until I felt my body stop, before his did. It made me open my eyes, made me look down to find that he was buried as deep inside me as he could