Page 66 of Illusionist
“Goddamn,” Silas breathes. “You feel incredible.”
Teddy's response is more sound than word, a desperate whine that makes my pussy clench around my fingers. I can see them both trembling with the effort of staying still, and the visual is almost too much.
“Move,” Teddy finally manages. “Please, I need—move.”
Silas doesn't need to be asked twice. He pulls back slowly, then snaps his hips forward, and Teddy cries out. The rhythm they find is hypnotic—Silas's powerful thrusts, Teddy's desperate responses, the slap of skin against skin in the quiet forest.
“Look at you two,” I breathe, working myself higher as I watch. “So fucking beautiful. Teddy, you take his cock so well.”
“Nova,” Teddy pants, turning his head to look at me with glazed eyes. “You're so—god, watching you touch yourself while he fucks me?—”
“Does it feel good?” I ask, even though his face gives me the answer. “Does Silas's cock feel good splitting you open?”
“Yes,” he gasps as Silas hits that spot inside him that makes him see stars. “So good, so fucking good?—”
I pick up my pace, matching their rhythm as Silas pounds into him. The sight of Silas's ass flexing with each thrust, theway Teddy pushes back to meet him, has me climbing toward the edge embarrassingly fast.
But then the ache between my legs becomes too much to ignore. I need more than my fingers. I need to be part of this, not just an observer.
“How about Teddy fucks my pussy now?” I pout at Silas, pulling my fingers free and immediately missing the fullness. “I'm feeling left out.”
Silas's grin is wicked as he stills inside Teddy. “Yes, of course, baby. Get his pretty cock in your perfect cunt.”
Teddy whimpers, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach. I can see how close he already is, how the dual stimulation of Silas fucking him and my words are driving him toward the edge.
I position myself in front of him, getting on my hands and knees so we're face to face. His pupils are blown wide, his lips parted as he pants.
“You want to fuck me while Silas fucks you?” I ask, reaching between us to wrap my hand around his cock. He's steel wrapped in silk, already slick with precum.
“Please,” he whispers. “I want—need?—”
I turn around and back up onto him slowly, taking him inside inch by inch. The stretch is exquisite, and I can feel how he fills me completely. Teddy makes a sound that's barely human, caught between the sensation of being inside me and Silas inside him.
“Fuck,” Silas groans behind him. “I can feel you getting tighter. You like being in our girl's pussy?”
Our girl.The possessive claim sends electricity down my spine. I rock back against Teddy, taking him deeper, and he nearly sobs with the sensation.
“Move,” I command, and Silas obliges.
The rhythm is devastating. Each thrust from Silas drives Teddy deeper into me, creating a chain reaction of pleasure that has all of us gasping. Teddy is barely coherent, caught between us, overwhelmed by sensation.
“That's it,” I pant, pushing back to meet each thrust. “Let Silas fuck you into me. Feel how deep you are, how wet I am for you both.”
Silas sets a punishing pace. Each time he drives forward, Teddy's cock hits that spot inside me that makes me see white.
“So fucking tight,” Silas growls. “Nova's pussy squeezing your cock while your ass squeezes mine. Perfect.”
Teddy is beyond words now, just broken sounds and desperate movements. I can feel him shaking, feel sweat dripping from his forehead as he tries to hold on.
“You close, baby?” I ask him, glancing back over my shoulder. “You want to come inside me while Silas comes inside you?”
He nods frantically, unable to speak. I can feel his cock twitching inside me, and I know he's right on the edge.
“Let go,” I tell him. “Come for us.”
That's all it takes. Teddy's orgasm hits him like a missile, his whole body seizing as he spills inside me. The feeling of him pulsing, filling me, combined with his broken cries, sends me over the edge right behind him.
I come with a scream that echoes through the trees, my body clamping down on Teddy's cock as waves of pleasure crash over me. The sensation of me contracting around him, milking every drop, has Teddy sobbing with overstimulation.
