Stavros' mouth gentled on my throat and I reached a hand up to clutch at his hair and encourage him to go back to those nips and sucks that made me twitch against his palm. I nodded at Deyva and she smiled, sweeter than I expected, gentle compared to the grunts and gasps Stav and I were making.
“You’re both so beautiful,” she murmured, more to herself.
“How does it taste when I do this?” I asked, and then I yanked on Stavros' hair, pulling him upright and wrestling his shirt up his chest. He pulled his hands away from me to take it off and I hunched, biting at one of the flat brown nipples on his chest, grinning at the jerk and rock of him against me as he moaned and searched for more friction.
Deyva hummed and giggled. “Lemons and honey,” she said, and then she worked her little magic trick again, pushing the flavors and emotions we were feeling back at us.
I hit me like a sudden grip in my gut, around my cock, dizzy and sticky and sharp, and I shouted as I nearly came, gritting my teeth against the punch of pleasure.
“Fuuuck, Dey, babe, warn a guy,” Stavros gasped and shuddered. He combed his fingers through my hair, a little squeeze on the back of my neck to make me sit up.
Deyva grinned, but she didn’t look the least bit sorry. “I’m just in a sharing mood.”
I bit my lip and jerked my head at her. “C’mere for a sec.”
She shook her head. “Uh uh. I’m having a voyeur moment over here.”
“Come and kiss your boyfriend,” I said, oddly giddy. Had I ever really been anyone’s boyfriend before? Just school dances and the odd county fair, too afraid of what I was always feeling. Afraid of having this. Being able to lean into Stavros' strength, being able to sink into Deyva’s softness.
That same softness that was putting a candy-sweet smile on her lips now, gaze glittering back at me in that wild shade of red that probably should’ve been terrifying, but now just reminded me how fucking hard I was.
She slid up like liquid from the chair as Stavros pulled my shirt up over my head, swatting my hands away as I reached up to fix my hair. His hand cupped the back of my neck again, just tight enough to hold me still as Deyva rested one knee on the bed and arched over me.
She smells nice, I thought, and then her nose brushed against mine, her tongue flicking out and tracing my lips. I shivered, trying to rise up into the kiss but held in place by Stavros' hand. Deyva kissed me like I was an ice cream cone, all delicate flicks of her tongue and little sucking swipes of her lips until I was whining and ready to beg. When her mouth finally fitted fully over mine, I panted, so absorbed by the stroke of her tongue that I missed what else was happening.
Pressure eased around my cock, a little snick snick snick of the zipper, as I tried to kiss Deyva back, trapped between her teasing mouth and Stavros' tight grip. There was a kiss of air and then a sudden warm and closed grip around my length. I flailed and clutched at Devya’s arm, my hips fucking into Stavros' hand, groaning at the shock of someone else’s touch where only mine had ever been.
I chased Deyva’s kiss as she pulled away, whimpered at the pluck of her teeth on my bottom lip, arched into her hands as she stroked my bare chest, fingers swirling over my nipples. Stavros held steady on my cock, not moving, aside from a little swipe of his thumb over the head of my dick that made my eyes fall shut.
“Fuuuuck,” I breathed out, rocking into his hand.
“His pants are open too if you wanna touch,” Deyva said softly.
My fingers were clumsy, numb almost, the entire focus of my brain on the feel of Stavros’ hand holding my cock like it belonged to him. But I managed to reach for him, to feel his stomach jump under my fingers. My eyes opened on his face, the flush of his cheeks and the little damp mark on his bottom lip I’d left with my kiss. Deyva moved behind me, her cheek rubbing against my shoulder. Stavros’ hand left the back of my neck and I heard a soft sound by my ear.