Kinky Boots (Mischief Books) (12 page)

Jill tried to relax and breathe quietly, but Meinrad and Finn certainly weren’t breathing quietly. They weren’t being quiet at all. Finn ran a fisted hand up and down the length of Meinrad’s expanding erection, and Meinrad cupped his balls and squirmed on the sofa. ‘God, I’m full,’ Meinrad said with a hard grunt and a thrust upward into Finn’s fist. ‘I’ve been hard ever since last night. You owe me, Finn. You owe me big time for not letting me shag Jill after all my efforts.’

‘I’m paying you back now, mate,’ Finn said, rising to kiss Meinrad’s mouth like he’d eat his face off. From where she was Jill could see Finn’s white-knuckle grip around the girth of the monster cock, and Jesus, it looked like a missile ready to go off at any minute. A quiver ran through Jill’s sex and suddenly she felt as though Eleanor’s face was pressed to her pout, close to her arousal, as though she were a lab experiment, and Eleanor the professor in charge. In her mind’s eye she could almost picture the demon opening her with feminine fingers, examining her, testing her wetness, tasting her, smelling her. ‘Don’t come,’ Eleanor whispered against the swell of her clit. ‘Wait. Hold it. Delight in it.’

The pressure of Jill’s thighs against each other made her feel heavier, tighter. She opened her legs for relief and took shallow breaths, struggling to hold back. On the sofa, the two men were now vying for position. Finn had lost his T-shirt and Meinrad was shoving at his jeans. There was the sound of shoes dropping onto the wood floor and another scramble of hard male bodies, cocks and clenching bottoms beautifully displayed against the backdrop of her turquoise sofa. It felt like Eleanor was stretching her now, rubbing and scissoring up inside her, and the feeling would have been painful if she hadn’t already been so deliciously open, so incredibly responsive to the sight of Meinrad’s enormous erection.

There was another mad shuffle on the sofa. Finn stood briefly and rearranged himself so that he straddled Meinrad with his bottom over the man’s face. Then he shifted his hips and manoeuvred until Meinrad was able to take his erection into his mouth. Deep into his mouth. Finn made no tempt to hide the grunt of pleasure, nor did he hold back the curse that slipped between his parted lips as Meinrad reached to caress his balls. The exquisite sound of aroused male flesh made Jill slick and needy, which delighted Eleanor until it felt like she vibrated with excitement just below Jill’s skin.

Once Finn had settled into position with his penis deep in Meinrad’s throat, he lowered himself down over the man’s belly and wriggled and shifted until he was able to take the jut of Meinrad’s erection into
his
mouth, and Jill was stunned at just how much of it he was able to take. She could see the muscles of Meinrad’s belly tense and bulge and tense again as Finn slid the O of his open lips down the shaft and back up again, his cheeks pulling tight in his efforts.

Almost without realising it, Jill unbuttoned her blouse and stood with her legs open, slit clenching like it had a mind of its own. She caressed her breasts, shifting from foot to foot, struggling to keep her hands away from her crotch as she watched the fascinating scene unfolding on the sofa.

Once again the two rearranged themselves, and Meinrad bent over the couch with his legs apart, his backside griping and relaxing, gripping and relaxing. With his penis leading the way, Finn moved behind him, kissing and nipping down the big man’s spine and onto his butt cheeks, which he kneaded and licked and separated in strong hands. His tongue and lips trailed their way to the deep crevice in between to place a kiss and a stroke upon Meinrad’s dark hole before Finn began to press and circle, press and circle with his tongue.

‘Fuck,’ Meinrad hissed between his teeth, grabbing onto the bounce of his penis with a tight fist as though he were about to downshift.

As Finn replaced his tongue with the probe and scissor of two fingers, Meinrad groaned. ‘I want her, Finn. Let me have her.’

‘Shut up, Meinrad.’ Finn shoved wriggling fingers in hard and then Meinrad grunted and pushed back against him.

‘You owe me,’ he breathed.

‘I don’t owe you anything,’ Finn said. Then he spat on his hand, lubed his cock with his saliva and thrust it in hard. Meinrad bucked and roared loud enough to rattle the windows.

The violence of the act caught Jill by surprise and she let out a sharp little yelp before she managed to cover her mouth with her hand. But it was too late. There was no taking it back.

Finn’s spine stiffened, and Jill could see his buttocks tense from where he stood. Her heart raced at the sight of him buried to the hilt in another man’s butt. It was something she’d never seen before, something so raw and sexual that she felt as though her own insides were being abraded in empathy. Finn gave a hard thrust, then cursed. ‘Goddamn it, Jill, come here.’

Her heart felt like it was suddenly in free-fall as she stumbled forward into view, waiting for reassurance from Eleanor that didn’t come.

‘Here.’ He motioned her to his side, next to where he stood, deep inside Meinrad. ‘Right here.’

On unsteady legs she moved to stand by Finn, so close she could hear his breath with each thrust, so close she could smell the scent of his arousal and the way his scent blended with the sharper, more piquant smell of Meinrad’s heat.

‘I want you to suck Meinrad,’ he said.

Meinrad pushed back hard against Finn and dislodged him. ‘Bloody hell, Finn, I don’t want her to suck me off. I want her to fuck me.’

The little whimper that escaped Jill’s throat was involuntary, and she sat down hard on the couch. Both men stood facing each other, completely naked, sweat-sheened chests heaving, cocks raised like swords, breathing like they were already fighting a duel.

‘You stupid bastard, you’ll hurt her, can’t you see that?’ The words tumbled out of Finn’s mouth and swirled around Jill, making her dizzy. Inside her, she thought she could feel Eleanor positively trembling with anticipation.

‘No.’ Jill forced the word up her tight throat. ‘No, it’s all right. I don’t mind.’ She held Finn’s gaze. ‘If you don’t.’

‘But that’s the problem, love,’ Meinrad breathed. ‘Can’t you tell? He does mind.’

Finn surprised her by pulling her to her feet into a desperate kiss, pressing himself against the fabric of her flip skirt. Then he held her gaze, his eyes like fire. ‘It’s not Eleanor, is it? It’s not her pushing you to shag Meinrad?’

She shook her head and for some reason, some reason she couldn’t quite figure, she said, ‘Finn, I’ll do what you want me to. Whatever you ask.’ This time Eleanor was positively purring.

‘I don’t want him to hurt you.’

‘Fuck, Finn, I can control myself,’ Meinrad said. ‘You know I can. I would never hurt her. Not unless she wanted me to.’

‘Finn, tell me what to do,’ Jill said. Inside, it felt almost like Eleanor was shivering with delight.

Finn pulled her close and held her there against the rise and fall of his chest. ‘You can shag Meinrad, Jill, but I want to be in control.’ He shot Meinrad a warning glance. ‘I want to be in control.’

Meinrad looked from Finn to Jill, then back again, his hand fisted around his straining erection. Then he nodded his consent. ‘You’re the coven leader.’ He reached out his hand to Jill.

In a move not unlike last night, Finn took Jill’s hand and offered it to Meinrad.

Still holding her gaze, Meinrad raised her fingers to his lips and kissed them. ‘I won’t hurt you, Jill. I want to make love to you. I want to make you feel good.’ He stepped forward carefully, as though he were afraid he might frighten her, then he engulfed her in an enormous embrace that felt all-encompassing, but somehow neither suffocating nor frightening.

Finn stepped in close behind, so close she could feel him hard up against her. Then he slipped the shirt off over her shoulders and pulled her back against his chest, opening a space between her and Meinrad, enough space for Meinrad to inspect her breasts, dwarfing them in his large hands, large hands that had bound her with delicate knotwork only the night before.

‘Yes,’ he sighed, settling a kiss against her sternum. ‘Yes.’

She ran her hand over the soft cap of white-blond hair and held him to her. With a palm placed against the curve of her jaw, Finn turned her just enough that his mouth could take hers in a kiss that was slow, leisurely, almost lazy. Than he pulled her back against him and settled them both on the floor, his spine resting against the sofa, hers against him. Meinrad followed them down, caressing her breasts and running a hand over her belly.

As they lay against the couch, the hand on her abdomen continued its migration down over her pubic curls, down to the splay of her, to breach her with thick index and middle fingers.

Finn placed his hands under her bottom and lifted, shoving the skirt out of the way, positioning her so that her bare feet rested on his thighs, effectively thrusting her upward and opened for Meinrad’s inspection. And her own seaside scent joined the rising tide of pheromones. Meinrad’s groan of approval was warm between her thighs. He fingered his way deeper to stroke and press her G-spot just as Finn pried her open further with the kneadings of his hands on her buttocks. The flood of her arousal soaked Meinrad’s fingers.

‘Fuck,’ he whispered, moving in close enough to lick and nip at the open gape of her around his fingers.

‘Fuck,’ she repeated, as the first orgasm nearly dislodged her from Finn’s firm grip and had Meinrad grabbing for his erection, thumbing the head of it hard.

Finn wriggled from under her and eased her gently back on the floor, while Meinrad kept stroking, and her body kept gripping and convulsing in the aftershocks. Both men sat on their haunches, faces close, to watch the quivering and trembling of her personal landscape, like her own private earthquake, she thought.

‘I need to take her, soon,’ Meinrad said, his voice gravelly and rough with arousal. ‘I’ve been hard for her since last night.’

‘Not yet,’ Finn said. ‘Another finger. Stretch her a little more.’ One of Finn’s hands had migrated up to her breasts and was pinching, kneading and tweaking. The other gripped his own erection as though he were afraid it might escape him if he let go. ‘Just a little more, Jill. Just a little more,’ he said. ‘Then I’ll let Meinrad put his cock in you.’ He leaned forward and kissed her nipples.

It was all she could do to hold still. It was all she could do to keep from bucking off the floor. She thrashed and moaned beneath Meinrad’s expert ministerings. ‘That’s my girl.’ The big man’s voice was little more than a breathless gasp. ‘That’s my lovely demon girl, so soft and slick and ready for me. That’s my nasty little Jill. Do you have room in your slippery little pussy for me?’ He gave his penis a solicitous tug at the same time as he thrust his fingers up into her hard, and she shivered with pleasure.

‘Hold her bottom for me, Finn,’ Meinrad said. ‘I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside her. Now.’

This time, Finn didn’t argue. He returned to his former position, pressed between her back and the sofa, and, with his hands cupped under her buttocks, positioned her so that she was presented to Meinrad like a slippery wet gift. ‘It’s all right,’ he whispered against her nape, laving her with kisses. ‘Meinrad’ll make love to you now, and it may hurt a little when he first pushes into you. But then, Jill, then it’ll feel so good. So very good.’

With Finn whispering in her ear and caressing her bottom and Eleanor quivering with excitement that Jill felt through every nerve ending, Meinrad positioned himself. He spat heavily on his hand for extra lubrication. Not that she wasn’t ready to accommodate him, but he was big, and until two nights ago the largest object she’d had inside her was a dildo that had been dwarfed by Finn’s penis, let alone Meinrad’s missile.

The stretching began at her opening and spread up the length of her vagina like a flash fire. All breath left her. Her eyes watered, her buttocks clenched. She wasn’t sure it was Eleanor egging her on, or if it was just her need to feel all of Meinrad’s penis, but she kept pushing herself onto the length of him, while Finn spoke quietly to her, words that registered only as sound above her straining. Meinrad entered her a centimetre at a time with little undulations of his hips, not enough to be thrusts, but just enough to squeeze into her a little further and a little further and a little further until he was in all the way. For a long moment he held very still. No one in the room was breathing. Jill wasn’t sure she could have if she’d wanted to.

And then, he arched up over her body. With a long laving of his tongue up each side of her cheek he licked away the tears that had resulted from the pressure of his mounting. Then he gave the first bruising thrust. Then another. Then another. And somewhere between thrusts her breath returned to her. Finn’s words of encouragement made sense again. And she felt Eleanor’s excitement flash up her spine. Then, with a growl that didn’t sound like it could have come from her throat, she wrapped her legs around Meinrad’s waist and thrust up to meet him.

She was concentrating so hard on the burgeoning of another orgasm that she barely noticed Finn wriggle from beneath her until she heard him grunt, and felt Eleanor’s delight as he pushed back into Meinrad. The big man sucked a harsh breath in response, but never missed a beat in his hammering of Jill’s sex.

The mesmerising rhythm of the three of them thrusting and retreating, thrusting and retreating together, built and expanded until it reached the point of no return and they all tumbled over the edge into orgasm like dominoes, Jill going first, pulling Meinrad along with her just as Finn grunted his release into Meinrad. For the briefest moment, Jill was certain she could feel Eleanor expanding within her to fill every single lust-heated cell of her body and even more beyond. For a second, Jill felt like she could no longer be contained within the walls of her own flat, within the walls of her building, within the expanse of London that was Shoreditch. Just when fear threatened the experience, she found herself back on the floor of her lounge crushed beneath the two men, sweaty and wet and drowsy from seriously hot sex, demon-possessed sex.