Maximum Witch: That Old Black Magic, Book 3 (23 page)

He got his wish.

Shuddering, she came hard. Came endlessly. She lost track of time, of anything beyond Max and the dizzying climaxes rocking her body.

Eventually Max’s mouth let her go, and she watched in a dazed stupor as his watery shape surged upward between her legs, slowly emerging into his human form. He scooped her into his arms and kissed her, his tongue thrusting deep, the thickness of his cock rubbing her belly. She moaned, trying to wiggle around and take him inside her. The velvety cap furrowed between her labia and eased past the entrance of her slit. She attempted to push down, but Max held her firm, refusing to let her take him deeper. The shallow penetration was a maddening tease. Particularly since Max sucked on her neck the whole time. The combination of sensations was too much to take and she came again, shuddering uncontrollably.

Max groaned. “Christ, that feels good, baby.” Massaging her ass, he fucked her up and down his length, those tormenting, shallow strokes never granting her more than an inch or two of his cock. “It feels like you’re sucking me with your pussy.”

His observation was enough to hurtle her into an even stronger orgasm. He gave her just enough time to come down from the rush before lifting her off his cock. She whimpered and tried to pull him toward her again.

“It’s okay. I’m going to make this good for you, baby.” Water sloshed as he repositioned her so she was facing away from him. The next instant, he was buried inside her, providing that perfect fullness she craved. He hugged her to his chest, one hand sliding between her legs, the other cupping her breast. His mouth latched on to the side of her neck again and sucked with a rhythm she felt all the way down to her clit. Groaning, she lolled her head to the side.

And shrieked when she saw Boone standing in the bathroom doorway with the mother of all erections.

Rather than leap from the tub and slam the door—or pound on Boone like she’d half expected him to—Max began plucking at her nipple and caressing her clit. It dawned on her then. Maybe he didn’t know they had an audience. “M-Max…Boone…”

“I know, baby. The choice is yours.”

She tried to concentrate on his words, but it was damn difficult with his hands and his shuttling cock working in concert to send her over the edge for the millionth time. “What choice?”

“To let Boone stay. Or tell him to go.”

“S-stay? And do what?”

“Anything you want.”

Oh goddess
. The possibilities inherent in that offer shouldn’t excite her so much. Tell that to her pussy though, which was soaking Max.

“Why don’t we let him watch us for a while longer while you decide?”

She didn’t fail to notice the deep timbre of Max’s voice, or how he’d become even harder, thicker, inside her.

He was turned on by this. Just as much as she was.

The realization only stoked her excitement more. She circled her hips, grinding into Max. The resulting catch of his breath was the sexiest thing ever. She heard Boone approaching and couldn’t resist meeting his hot gaze as he knelt on the edge of the tub. His jeans pulled snug against his groin, outlining his massive erection. She and Max were responsible for that. Wow.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Willa. Max is a lucky bastard.” Boone caressed her cheek, his touch making her nipples tighten. “I’d give anything to feel your sweet, wet pussy clinging to my cock. I don’t think I’ve ever been this fucking hard.” His hand moved to his fly, stroked over the denim. The sight held her mesmerized. Not even conscious of her motions, she gripped Boone’s thigh.

Max’s thumb moved more insistently on her clit. “Do you want to touch his cock, sweetheart?”

She bit her lip, her fingers inching upward along the rough denim. Boone popped the buttons on his fly, and his engorged cock sprang free. Apparently he went commando. Must be a shifter thing. His shaft wasn’t as thick as Max’s, but maybe a tad longer, with a nice plum-shaped cap and a prominent, ridged vein running through its underside.

Boone didn’t do anything more to persuade or dissuade her to touch him. Not until she actually did. Her fingers curved around his shaft, just beneath the head, and he flexed his hips, causing his erection to slide through her grasp, tip to base and back again.

“Fuck. That feels good.” Boone’s husky words were an exact echo of Max’s. Only she didn’t have her mouth on him.

As if he’d read her mind yet again, Max traced the curvature of her spine, gently coaxing her closer to Boone’s cock. He feathered his lips along the shell of her ear when she hesitated. “Whatever you want, Willa, take it. This night is for you.”

Her thoughts drifted to the numerous secret looks that’d passed between Max and Boone. “Did you guys plan this?”

“Yes.” Another whisper-light stroke along her clit accompanied Max’s admission.

She struggled to think past the sensual haze fogging her brain. “Why?”

“Don’t question, sweetheart. Just let yourself go.”

Something in Max’s words triggered a fierce wave of hunger. It coiled and unfurled, spreading outward in a sinuous spiral of heat. She stared at Boone’s cock, thrusting so temptingly inside the circle of her fist, and trembled with the need to taste him. Heeding that desperate call, she leaned over his lap, engulfing him in one downstroke. He tasted different than Max, but no less delicious.

Boone’s groans filled her ears, encouraging her to take him deeper, suck him harder. The silk-sheathed steel riding between her lips moved in perfect counterpoint to the cock buried in her pussy, stoking her desire to a fever pitch. Her body tingled with a lush decadence.
Give yourself over to me
. The voice wasn’t only a whisper inside her head, it reverberated in the marrow of her bones, the beat of her heart. She attempted to ignore it, shove away its insistent temptation, but the voice’s demand for submission wouldn’t abate.
Take what I give you. What
they
give you
. Her moans frantic, she bobbed faster on Boone’s shaft, her hips slamming into Max’s steady strokes.

“Make him come, baby.”

Max’s soft command spurred her on as much as the invisible intruder in her head. Intensifying her suction, she worked her hand inside Boone’s jeans and cupped his balls, squeezing gently. A shudder ripped through Boone. “Move off now if you don’t want me coming in your mouth.”

Rather than do as he suggested, she hummed around his flesh.

“Oh shit.” Tangling his fingers in her hair, Boone pumped his cock once toward the back of her throat before coming with a broken groan.

She swallowed, licking him slowly and thoroughly. Once she was done, Boone reluctantly pulled from her mouth and hunkered in front of the tub. He cradled her face. His lips met hers in a lush, exploring kiss while Max massaged her breasts and continued his indulgent thrusts into her wet core. Boone’s tongue glided along hers, mimicking the motion of Max’s cock. He leaned back, his eyes dark and purposeful. “I believe in returning favors.” He pushed to his feet and shucked his jeans. A second later he joined her and Max in the steamy water. His hands ghosting over her skin, Boone licked the valley between her breasts before journeying to her nipples. She squirmed and gasped, the combined pleasure of Max and Boone almost too exquisite to bear.

Without warning, Max rose from the water, taking her with him. He sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi, positioning her so that she still faced away from him and straddled his cock but her feet were planted on the tub’s tiled ledge rather than in the water. Boone moved between their spread legs and a moment later, his tongue swirled over her clit. She shivered at the foreign and incredibly naughty sensation of Boone going down on her while Max’s cock filled her.

“Does his mouth feel good?”

She shook, incapable of answering Max. His hands returned to worshipping her breasts. “Do you want us both together? Inside you?”

The notion of both their hard cocks buried deep in her pussy and ass was enough to trigger a small tidal wave of orgasms. Boone’s chuckle grazed her clit and he looked up at her. “Should we take that as a yes?”

She pressed her cheek against Max’s chest, unable to voice her desires. He withdrew from her soaked sheath and combed his fingers through her hair with enough gentleness to bring tears to her eyes. “This night is for you, Willa. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“B-but you’ll be upset if I say yes.”

“No. I want to give you this.” He coaxed her to meet his eyes, and she saw the heat and tenderness held within them. “Not to mention, I want to make you lose control and come like crazy on our cocks.”

Max’s admission made her shiver. His hand slid to her breast, teased her rock-hard nipple. “Have you ever had a cock in your ass?”

She shook her head, and he flicked the corner of her lip with his tongue.

“Do you want mine there?”

Oh goddess
. “Yes.”

A splashing noise drew her focus back to Boone, and she glanced at him as he grabbed something from the opposite end of the tub. She inspected the bottle in his hand. Unscented massage oil. “Did you guys put that there earlier?”

Boone’s eyes twinkled. “No, but I think we should thank Justin for his impeccable taste in bathroom accoutrements.”

Right. Like there’d be any chance in hell she’d divulge to the duke what the three of them were about to do in this tub. Boone unscrewed the cap from the bottle and set both on the side of the tub. “Why don’t you grease up Max while I get you ready?”

It took a moment to realize Boone was referring to the oil. And Max’s cock. Yeah, she doubted Max would go for the idea of Boone handling him. Though to be honest, it would be incredibly hot to see Boone’s fingers slicking along Max’s rigid length. She bit her lip in an effort to stifle her moan. Boone helped her to turn so that she was facing Max. Their gazes crashed into each other. Her heart pounding with excitement and an overflow of love, she leaned forward and kissed Max. He sipped at her lips, building the ravenous fire in her belly. His tongue curled around hers the exact moment Boone’s traced the curve of her tailbone. Boone gripped her butt cheeks and spread them. A second later she felt something soft and wet circling her hidden rosebud. Her eyes widened before crossing. A strangled gasp lodged in her throat.

“What is he doing?” Max’s voice was like gravel as he nibbled her lip.

“L-licking me.”

“Where?”

She couldn’t say the word. It was just so…dirty. So why did it feel incredibly naughty and delicious? Max’s warm breath feathered her mouth. “You haven’t answered me, baby.”

“Please don’t make me say it.” She groaned as Boone teased her with a slow, luscious stroke.

“Is his tongue playing with your ass?”

She whimpered in verification, and Max’s eyes blazed. “Does it feel good?”

There was no point in denying the obvious. She nodded, and Max sucked on her bottom lip before giving a sexy growl. “I can’t wait for my chance to do that. I’ll spend all night worshipping your ass and pussy with my mouth. Damn well count on it.”

Another chuckle came from Boone. “Hot as it is listening to your guy’s sex talk, we need to get the show on the road before I shoot off on my own here.”

She grabbed the bottle of massage oil and poured a healthy amount into her palm. Taking Max’s straining shaft in her hand, she lubricated his length with oil until his cock was glistening and swollen from her loving ministrations. His head had fallen back, revealing the tensed cords in his neck. He sucked harsh breaths through his teeth. It was obvious that he was desperately grappling for control, and the knowledge only drove her arousal higher.

Boone cupped her hips. “I think you’ve tortured him enough, darlin’. How about you let me and Max change places?”

She maneuvered out of the way while Boone replaced Max on the edge of the tub. Good goddess. Was she really going to go through with this? Not giving her time to let the uncertainty sink in, Boone reached for her. She hesitantly crawled into his lap and he hugged her, his palms skating in soothing circles along her spine. He kissed her before looking into her eyes. “Tonight is a gift I will treasure forever. And I know Max will too. You’re amazing, Willa.”

His words were like a balm to her doubts, and she snuggled into him with a sigh. The broad head of Boone’s cock eased into her slit. She shifted her hips and he sank deeper. They both groaned and she felt Max’s heat blanketing her back. A second later, his thickness nudged at her rosebud. The oil and her steam-relaxed muscles aided his penetration, and she barely experienced any discomfort as his shaft lodged to the hilt in her ass.

She was stuffed to overflowing with cock. Her body trembled with the magnitude of it. The indescribable pleasure of it. “I…it’s…
oh goddess
.”

Boone leaned back on his elbows and pumped his hips in slow countermotion to Max’s strokes. The friction of their dueling cocks soon had her gasping and mewling, clutching Boone like an anchor in the tempest of their pleasurable torture. His eyes were locked on her, filled with a fierce, inner heat. She imagined the same look on Max’s face as he pounded into her from behind.

As if he’d plugged into her thoughts, Max leaned down and kissed the side of her neck while he shafted her ass with deep thrusts. “Come for us, baby.”

It was all the invitation she needed. The orgasm exploded inside her and she cried out, her body alive with the fiercest pleasure she’d ever known. Max’s responding shout when he joined her in release plunged her deeper into the ecstasy zone.

Something shifted within her, like a door opening, and everything came crashing back like a tidal wave of images pummeling her brain. Tears streaming down her face as she clung to Aurele, the older woman’s footsteps pounding on the palace’s stone floor. Shouts and screams melting into the darkness as she and Aurele escaped through the portal. Waves all around her while an odd light strobed in the distance.

“The lighthouse.”

She didn’t realize she’d blurted the words until she snapped to and met Boone’s crooked grin.

“Not usually something a woman yells at climax.”

“I remember going there, after Aurele and I escaped.”