Page 85 of Illusionist
He approaches slowly, his movements careful. When he's close enough to touch, I reach for him, pulling him into another kiss. He melts against me immediately, his control finally cracking.
“I want you both,” I whisper against his lips. “Right here. Right now.”
Silas's hands find my waist, his mouth hot against my neck. “Baby, you're covered in blood.”
“I don't care.” I turn in his arms, pressing back against him while keeping one hand on Teddy's chest. “I need this. I need both of you.”
Teddy's pupils are blown wide, his breathing harsh. “Nova...”
“I want you both inside my pussy,” I continue, my voice dropping to barely above a whisper. “At the same time.”
Silas groans against my throat. “That's fucking insane.”
“But it'll feel so good,” I finish for him, grinding back against the hard length pressed to my ass.
His laugh is dark and full of promise. “You're going to be the death of us.”
I pull away from both of them, moving to the narrow bench that runs along one wall. The trailer is small, cramped, but it'll work. I perch on the edge, spreading my legs in invitation.
“I want to watch you first,” I say, my voice husky with need. “Both of you. Together.”
Silas and Teddy exchange a look, some silent communication passing between them. Then Silas is moving, backing Teddy against the wall and dropping to his knees.
“Nova wants a show,” Silas murmurs, his hands working at Teddy's belt. “Let's give her one.”
Teddy's head falls back against the wall as Silas frees his cock, already hard and flushed. But instead of taking him intohis mouth, Silas stands and works at his own pants until both of them are naked from the waist down.
“Come here,” Silas orders softly, and Teddy obeys without question.
They stand facing each other, close enough that their cocks nearly touch. Silas wraps one hand around both their lengths, and Teddy's sharp intake of breath echoes through the trailer.
“Like this?” Silas asks, looking at me over Teddy's shoulder as he begins to stroke them together.
“Fuck yes.” My own hands move to my jeans, working them down my hips. “You're beautiful together.”
Teddy's hands come up to grip Silas's shoulders as the friction builds between them. Pre-cum slicks the way, making Silas's movements smoother, faster.
“Nova,” Teddy pants, his eyes finding mine. “This is so fucking...”
“Perfect,” I finish, my fingers finding my clit through my panties. “You look perfect.”
Silas adjusts his grip, his thumb rubbing over both their heads on each upstroke. Teddy's hips buck forward involuntarily, seeking more friction.
“That's it,” Silas murmurs. “Feel good?”
“So good,” Teddy gasps. “Fuck, Silas...”
I watch them move together, the way their muscles flex and strain, the way Teddy's face contorts with pleasure. But as beautiful as it is, I need more.
“Enough,” I breathe. “I need you. Both of you. Now.”
They break apart, both of them flushed and breathing hard. Silas reaches into his pocket and produces a small tube of lubricant.
“Always prepared,” he says with a wicked grin.
“Good thing,” I laugh, pulling my tank top over my head. The blood on my hands smears across the fabric, but I don't care. “Because I wasn't joking about wanting you both.”
Teddy moves to the bench beside me, his hands gentle as they help me out of my remaining clothes. “Are you sure? It might hurt.”
