Page 93 of Illusionist
The praise makes him moan, his cock leaking steadily against his stomach. I can tell he's ready—muscles relaxed, hips rocking back against my hand—but I'm not quite done torturing him yet.
“I think he's ready,” Nova says, echoing my thoughts. “Are you ready to take Teddy's cock, baby?”
“Fuck yes,” Silas pants. “Need it. Need him inside me.”
I withdraw my fingers and slick my cock with more lube, positioning myself at his entrance. “Look at me,” I command.
His blue eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide with want. “Teddy, please?—”
I push forward slowly, watching his face transform as I breach him. The tight heat engulfs me inch by inch, and it takesevery ounce of control I have not to slam forward and bury myself completely.
“Damn,” I breathe. “You feel incredible.”
“So do you,” he gasps, his back arching as I sink deeper. “So thick, so perfect...”
Nova's hands roam both our bodies as I bottom out, her touch adding another layer of sensation to an already overwhelming experience. “You're both so beautiful,” she murmurs. “Teddy, start moving. I want to watch you fuck him.”
I pull back and thrust forward, establishing a rhythm that has Silas crying out beneath me. Each stroke hits his prostate, making his cock twitch against his belly, precum pooling on his abs.
“That's it,” Nova encourages, her hand sliding between her own legs. “Fuck him just like that. Make him fall apart for us.”
I pick up the pace, driven by her words and the desperate sounds Silas is making. He's completely surrendered to the pleasure, his usual dominance replaced by pure need.
“You like this, don't you?” I ask, angling my thrusts to nail his sweet spot. “Like being the one getting fucked for once?”
“Love it,” he gasps. “Love your cock, love how you feel inside me?—”
“Such a good boy,” Nova praises, leaning down to suck one of his nipples. “Taking Teddy so well.”
I can feel my orgasm building, pressure coiling low in my belly, but I'm not ready for this to end. I want to watch Silas come first, want to feel him fall apart around my cock.
I reach between us and wrap my hand around his length, stroking in time with my thrusts. He cries out, his hips bucking up into my grip.
“Come for me,” I command, my voice rough with exertion. “Let Nova watch you come on my cock.”
“Teddy, I'm—oh fuck, I'm?—”
He explodes between us with a broken shout, painting his chest and abs with thick ropes of cum. The feeling of him clenching around me, combined with the visual of him completely undone, pushes me over the edge.
I bury myself deep and follow him into bliss, filling him with pulse after pulse of my release. The intensity of it steals my breath, makes my vision blur at the edges. As if from a distance, I hear Nova's cries of ecstasy.
We collapse together in a tangle of sweat-slick limbs, all three of us breathing hard. Nova immediately curls against my side, pressing soft kisses to my shoulder.
“That was so fucking hot,” she breathes. “Watching you take control like that, seeing Silas fall apart... God, I came so hard just from watching.”
I press my face into her hair, still catching my breath. “That was incredible.”
Silas makes a sound of agreement from beneath us, his chest still heaving. “Definitely need to do that again. Soon.”
Nova laughs, the sound bright and happy. “I love us. I love this. I love having both my boys.”
Her boys.The possessive claim sends warmth spreading through my chest. Because that's what we are now—hers, each other's, a family forged in darkness but sustained by light.
“I love you too,” I tell her, the words coming easily.
“Both of you,” Silas adds, his arm tightening around us.
We lie there in comfortable silence, watching dust motes dance in the morning light filtering through the trailer windows. Outside, I can hear the carnival waking up—distant voices, the hum of generators, the eternal rhythm of our nomadic life.
