Between a Rock and a Hard Place

by Mina Carter

  “You’re a tease.” I’d crossed the room without realizing it, stopping between his spread knees. Heat and need made a playground of my body. Under the robe, my nipples peaked, tightening to hard buds to rub against fabric that felt like sandpaper. The sensation drew a line of fire right down to my pussy.

  His hand bobbed again. A thick drop of pre-cum welled at the tip to be spread down the satiny skin on the next downward sweep. My pussy clenched, clit throbbing in unison, and all I could think of was moving his hand and impaling myself on his thick cock. Slide down that glistening shaft and ride us both to heaven and back.

  He opened his eyes, looked at me, and I was lost. I’d never been reticent about sex, never denied myself or my partner any pleasure my fevered and occasionally perverted little mind could cook up, but the way Cal looked at me at times got to me on an instinctive, feminine level. As if I were some kind of innocent, regency-type virgin, and he—the lord about to claim me in a bodice ripper of epic, erotic proportion.

  “No touching. Just watch. I love the look on your face.”

  His hand still busy, he beckoned and slid the other into the nape of my neck as I leaned over him. His lips claimed mine, tasting and teasing, devouring as I held myself braced with hands on either side of his head on the couch behind him. Strong fingers massaged the skin of my neck and I sighed, giving myself over to the delicious sensation of his tongue sliding against mine.

  His hand weaved through my hair, stroked down my body, and cupped a breast on its way down to pull the belt of my oh-so-sexy robe loose. I gasped, the sound lost in his mouth as he thrust his tongue deep again, mimicking what I sure as hell hoped was going to happen next. I needed fucking, needed the thick cock he was still pumping lazily in a big hand, filling me to the brim. Gargoyles were built bigger than human men. Had I said that already? Like monster vibrator thick. With added ridge.

  Heat filled me, cream slipping from my cunt at the thought. He rumbled a sound of male pride.

  “You’re wet already, aren’t you?” he asked against my lips as he shoved the robe off my shoulders, movements slightly rough with impatience. I didn’t care. I needed to be naked as much as he wanted me to be. “Hands back on the couch.”

  I couldn’t answer—my ability to form a coherent thought gone as he spread my feet with a hard foot, leaving me bent over and totally open to whatever he wanted to do to me. Heat filled his eyes as he went back to fisting his cock. His free hand trailed up my inner thigh, seeking the treasures that lay at the apex. His broad fingers parted my pussy lips and we both moaned at the slick wetness he found there.

  “Fuck yeah, you’re hot and wet.”

  His voice was low, the rumble just on the edge of my hearing. Most gargoyles’ voices were too low for the human hearing range, but I felt it, an added sensation that wrapped around my body and teased my clit as he thrust two thick fingers into my cunt.

  “Pretty tits as well,” he murmured, moving into place to take one stiffened nipple into his mouth. I keened as he suckled me, shimmers of pleasure joining the dual assault down below as he added the pressure of his thumb over my clit to the fingers he had curled inside me, seeking my G-spot. God had to have given men, whatever the species, long fingers just for that purpose. A fact I would get down on my knees to thank him for. After Cal finished finger fucking me. A girl had to have some priorities.

  He moved to my other breast, paying them both equal attention as his clever fingers worked me toward what I was sure would be an earth-shattering orgasm. Then he stopped. Just freaking well stopped, right as I hovered over the edge and was ready to plunge into pussy-clenching pleasure.

  “Lie down, I want to taste you.”

  Fuck me… There were few things better than being brought off by a guy’s fingers…and that was being given oral by a gargoyle. Tongue ridges. Just sayin’. Seconds later, I was flat on my back on the couch, spreading myself wide for my gargoyle lover. Braced over me, his eyes darkened as he took in the sight I presented, thighs parted wide, my hands between my legs, spreading myself to expose pink pussy lips for him.

  For a moment, I had an image of the other gargoyle leaning over me instead, my imagination filling in the scar. A shiver hit me broadside as Cal settled himself between my thighs with a groan of anticipation. What would it be like to have the two of them here, both touching me? Four large, warm hands, smoothing over my body. Two raspy, ridged tongues playing…one on a nipple as the other curled around my clit. Two cocks…

  Cal swept his tongue along my exposed pussy lips, a warm, wet swipe of pure sensation before he zeroed in on my clit. Sucking the small bundle of nerves into his mouth, he flicked his tongue over it in a rapid tattoo that had me gasping his name and clawing for purchase on the leather above my head. His hands closed around my hips in a warm embrace, holding me still as he feasted on my clit and pussy as though he were a starving man with an all-you-can-eat buffet laid out before him.

  I shuddered and gasped as he nibbled and sucked, thrusting his tongue deep to collect the juices of my arousal with a male growl of approval. God, he was good with his tongue. The tension in the pit of my stomach expanded in waves, my pussy clenching around his fingers as he thrust them back inside me to stroke the sodden walls of my cunt.

  Arching my back, I thrust my hips upward, desperate for the caress of his tongue against my clit. I just needed a little bit more to tip me over the edge. I wanted to come, needed to come…needed it more than I needed air in my lungs, every fiber of my being focused on that next swipe of wet heat.

  He licked the crease between my groin and thigh. Bastard. He had to know how close I was, and now he wanted to tease? “Gran likes you. Thinks you’re pretty.”

  “Great. That’s nice for him,” I ground out. Now make busy with the tongue and make me come.

  He stroked inside me again, gentle pressure over that spot inside my channel that caused hard pleasure to spiral through my body. I wriggled, not sure if I wanted to come or pee. “He wants to fuck you.”

  Why were we talking about this?

  “You’d rip his arms and legs off.” I arched my back again and rolled my hips, trying to highlight the fact that I was like…dying to come.

  “I want to watch him do you.”

  His words were uttered against my clit, surprise jolting through me as he sucked me hard and fast. The thought of being fucked while Cal watched filled my head as I tumbled over the edge and into shattering pleasure. I shuddered, gasping his name as he carried on, lips and tongue rasping against me in an overload of sensation that drew out the waves rolling through my body. Finally he sat back, and up, wiping his mouth and watching me with a curious expression.

  I looked back at him, still spread wantonly on the couch and not stopping him as he ran a hand up my body to pinch and roll my nipple between his fingers. Keeping me hot, catching the pleasure from the release he’d just given me, and turning it into something hotter, deeper. I needed to be fucked. Hard and fast. And soon.

  But no matter how blinding my orgasm had been, I couldn’t forget the words he spoke.

  “You do?” Dark excitement swirled through me. I’d always wondered with a threesome whether the woman was as into both men as she claimed to be, or was just doing it to please her lover. Since it was just scar placement that differentiated Cal and Granite, I could safely say I was well into both men. Like “happily fuck their brains out” kind of into.

  Cal leaned forward and flicked his tongue, plus new ridges, over my nipple.

  “Yeah.”

  Great, after multi-sentence conversations, now he decided to revert to one word answers.

  “And?”

  He slid his fingers along the groove of my pussy and tweaked my clit, making me jump on the couch. Wet heat flooded me again, slipping from my cunt to run down the groove of my ass. Good thing the couch was leather. Wipe-clean.

  “Watch him eat you out while you suck my cock. Fuck you while you suck his cock. Watch him fuck you hard.”

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p; Whoa—three sentences this time. All uttered with the deep, dark fire of pure desire in his blue eyes. Forget the darkness of midnight. His baby blues had taken a lemming leap off the cliff, right into ebony. I groaned, my body clenching hard and signaling my approval of the idea.

  “Okay,” I agreed. What woman wouldn’t, faced with such an offer? “Talk to him. We’ll set something up.”

  He slid two fingers inside me again, scissoring them as he always did. Stretching me, preparing me for his cock. Oh, god, I hoped he wanted it hard and fast, because all this talk of a threesome had sent my arousal into the stratosphere.

  “No need. He heard.”

  Oh-my-fucking-god. He heard? Which meant…the window. Squeaking, I started to look up, but moaned as Cal rubbed his thumb over my hypersensitive clit. Although I’d just come, he knew my body, and within a few strokes, I was primed and ready to go again. Bastard.

  Floating on a sea of pleasure, I groaned, watching as the window opposite us slid open and a form took shape from the darkness. Gran, a near perfect copy…a twin even, of the man currently with his fingers inside my cunt and stroking me toward another orgasm. He dropped lightly from the windowsill to the wooden floor.

  His gaze was dark, lust tightening his features into a near feral expression. Without Cal’s reassuring hand stroking along my thigh, I might’ve been scared for my safety…who was I kidding? The only screaming I was about to do was of the entirely pleasurable kind, and I knew it.

  He was as naked as the day he was born…err, carved, or whatever it was gargoyles did. For all I knew, the damn Easter Bunny delivered them in brightly wrapped chocolate eggs. A few steps brought him across the room, his cock jutting proudly ahead of him and leading the way. Need and longing wrote a story in his features as his hot gaze swept the length of my body, pausing for a moment on my tits before heading down to where Cal played with my pussy.

  “Iliona?” Cal’s voice was soft, bringing my gaze back to his. Concern and a question showed in the deep colour. Soundlessly, I nodded, giving my consent to a situation I had no doubt whatsoever these two had cooked up between them, without me being able to hear them.

  “But no telepathy. You guys talk out loud so I can hear.”

  They both nodded, heads bobbing in unison. A fact that would’ve amused me if I weren’t so freaking turned-on. Cal stroked his thumb over my clit again. Need and hot pleasure hummed through my body until I was as taut as a violin string just waiting for a master musician—two in my case—to play a symphony. Anticipation crowded into the room, grabbing a ringside seat as Cal yielded his place to…whom? His brother? They could’ve been twins, so for me, brother worked nicely.

  The leather dipped beneath Gran’s weight and then he was there, leaning over me. Naked and spread-eagle under a near total stranger, I felt no embarrassment at my open thighs, my pussy on full display. Instead, a sense of shimmering excitement ran over my skin, raising goose bumps. Gran’s gaze darkened as it swept down my body, pausing on my puckered nipples for a moment as if in promise, then continuing its journey down to my crotch.

  “Pretty,” he rumbled, his voice lower and rougher than Cal’s, as if he didn’t use it much. “Hot and wet. Bet you taste good.”

  I bit my lip as he shouldered my thighs farther apart. For all his caveman-like monosyllables, he didn’t fall on me as if he’d never seen a woman before. Instead, his touch was gentle as he stroked a big, roughened hand up the outside of my thigh. I whimpered and arched my back, begging for more. Approval and demand all rolled into one silent movement.

  He chuckled in the back of his throat and leaned in. Every cell in my body stood up and took notice as he rubbed a cheek along my inner thigh. My breath caught as stubble rasped against my delicate skin like the kiss of fine sandpaper, too much and not enough, all at the same time. He carried on, holding my hips still with big hands as he nuzzled my skin like some sort of sexy-as-hell humanoid feline. I’d never seen Cal fully shifted—were there feline-type gargoyles?

  The question lost importance as he kissed the tender skin at the juncture of my thighs. My clit ached, throbbing as though annoyed at missing out on the attention as he ran his tongue along the crease of my thigh, almost up to the hip, and back again.

  It didn’t have to wait long—a second later, warm breath washed over me, bringing the small bud smartly to attention as if it were a soldier on parade. My brain skittered off on a tangent, presenting me with an image of both my guys in combat uniforms, playing soldiers as they fucked me.

  A groan slipped from my throat and I reached up to cup my breasts, tweaking and rolling my nipples until hard shards of pleasure zipped through me. I needed more. Needed a warm tongue on my clit, lapping at my pussy.

  Then, Cal’s long, strong fingers pinched and pulled lightly at my nipples with just the right amount of pressure as a warm tongue stabbed into my cunt. I swore, hips bucking and grinding my pussy up against Gran’s mouth in silent demand. He rumbled in amusement and slid his hands under my hips to angle me just right for his attention. A shuddering sigh rolled through me as he ran his tongue from slit up to my clit.

  His tongue was pierced. Two small studs lay on either side of the line of ridges that ran down the middle, and fuck, did he know how to use them. I moaned and thrashed my head from side to side on the leather as he alternated long, slow licks that flicked each and every ridge against my screaming clit, while circling it with the two small studs. He lapped, nipped and sucked, Cal playing with my nipples, until I thought I was going to lose it all, at the sheer pleasure rolling through me.

  “You’re beautiful. I love watching you with Gran,” Cal whispered, abandoning my tits to claim my lips with his. No preamble, he parted them with a swift swipe of his tongue and drove inside to sample the softness. At the same moment, Gran thrust his tongue deep into my pussy.

  I whimpered, but the sound was lost in Cal’s mouth. Reaching out, I wrapped my fingers around his thick cock and stroked him. I loved Cal’s dick. Long and thick, it rivaled any of the “Mr. Big” vibrators I’d purchased and burnt out in the past. Tonight, I was getting two for the price of one. Fuck yeah.

  Cal groaned. Broke away from the kiss to look down my naked body at Gran, busy between my thighs. His eyes shone with feral intensity.

  “Let him make you come.” He dragged his lips along my neck, breath panting hot against my skin in arousal, then nipped my earlobe. Pleasure-pain rippled through me, eased as he sucked the abused flesh into his mouth to soothe it, then pinched my nipple hard. I mewled in need, hips bucking and driving Gran’s tongue deeper into my cunt.

  “That’s it, baby. Come all over his tongue and we’ll fill you so full of cock you’ll never look at a human again.”

  Deep shudders raked my body. I hadn’t looked at a human as a lover since Cal and I’d done the nasty the first time, but since he was promising more cock, there was no way I was going to argue. Besides, his dirty talk was getting me so hot it was unreal.

  Still, I was a gobby cow at the best of times and I couldn’t let a claim like that go unchallenged. Was I the sort of woman who’d pull the tiger’s tail just to see what happened? You bet your fucking arse I was.

  “Really?”

  Despite my aroused state, I managed to pull a doubtful expression out of somewhere. I should’ve been on stage. Knowing me, probably fucking on one.

  “Big words. Think I’m gonna need some proof of that, lover boy.”

  His growl was instantaneous. I hid my grin as his thick cock was shoved against my lips. Cal was a delightful mixture of rough and gentle as the two sides of his nature fought each other, but his gentleness had limits. As I’d found out to my delight. Push too hard…and feral male need took over. Rawr.

  I moaned and opened up. A second later, my mouth was filled with cock. Just the kind of evening I liked. Humming with pleasure, I used the vibrations of my soft palate against his sensitive cockhead to elicit a curse from him. Serve the bastard right to suffer after springing a threes
ome on me without warning.

  I sucked. He groaned. A visceral, soul-deep sound, which rumbled up from the depths of his big body. Hips pumping, he fucked my mouth with small, jerky strokes as if he were scared of hurting me, but couldn’t help himself. Gran’s tongue fucked my pussy at the same time. All the while Cal talked, his words washing over and through me. Telling me exactly what they were going to make me do. What they were going to do to me. And all I had to do was let Gran make me come.

  Too. Fucking. Easy.

  Gran’s pierced tongue fluttered against my clit in a rhythm that brooked no argument. The sort that reached deep inside, took hold of the spiralling tension within my body and wound it tighter and tighter. I sucked on Cal’s cock as if it were my favourite ice cream, then scraped my teeth lightly along the length just to feel the accompanying shudder that rolled through his body. His cock pulsed and swelled until I had to breathe through my nose, totally distracting me. Soft, feminine moans joined masculine grunts and the wet noises of sex in the room.

  I cried out as my clit was pulled into the warm cavern of Gran’s mouth. He sucked and nibbled, and my ability to breathe hightailed it over the horizon. My attention to Cal wandered as anticipation rode me hard and the tension in my body rose to fever pitch, swelling like storm water behind a dam. All it needed was one crack and I would be washed away in a deluge of chaotic pleasure.

  Without warning, Gran sucked my clit hard, the sensation almost too much to bear, and thrust two thick fingers into my greedy pussy. I screamed around the dick in my mouth as I came, my body clamping down hard on the digits stroking my G-spot. Wave after wave of pleasure assaulted me as I moaned and bucked under two sets of large, warm hands. One pair playing with my clit and pussy as the other tweaked and pinched my nipples. I didn’t care if that made me a slut, or a parawhore as I’d been called before. Right now, all I cared about was getting more.

  “That’s it, baby. God, you look gorgeous.”

  Cal drew his cock from my mouth and stroked the hair back from my temples as I rode on a sea of post-orgasmic bliss. It wouldn’t last long. I needed cock. In large, thick doses mind you.