38 - Keira
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“I don’t understand,” I ash. “You’ve wanted her for eons. Now she wants you, and you’ve cock blocked her. I’m not following the logic here.”
“That damn anchor has to come up first,” Luke whirlpools. “She needs to tame her sparks.”
“Because you’re scared of getting your rudder burnt off? Or your propellers cranked? Or your deck ripped apart by her wind? Since when are you a weeny little wavelet, Luke? We’re Fighting Sect for light’s sake. We’re sort of made for this shit.”
He grunts his annoyance.
“We could wear blindfolds, Boss,” Aspen vogs.
“And Aspen and I could form shields so it was like we weren’t even there,” Maverick rumbles. “We wouldn’t see, and we wouldn’t hear. Then you could still be with her.”
“Take all the bloody fun out of it, why don’t you?” I bubble. “Just give her what she wants, Luke. You clearly want her too. You’ve wanted her for a while.”
“It’s more than my rudder that wants her,” Luke backwashes. “Though, the joint effort prospect is more tempting out loud than it was when I imagined you bitches riding along in my head.”
My brow fires up.
“You know the same as me this shit between us will never fucking last,” Luke spumes. “She’ll never choose all the things it’ll take for her to be with me. That’s too many choices to take from her. If we start this shit now, before she has control of her sparks, and things go wrong, which they undoubtedly fucking will, she won’t let me help her anymore. She’ll totally shut me the fuck out. She could get hurt, or worse, hurt some other prick, and I couldn’t live with myself if that happened. Neither could she. If she wants to be with me, she needs to tame her unruly spark sluts. I can’t be responsible for her losing control, then not being there to protect her when she does.”
“You’re taking another choice away from her in the process,” I pop. “Holding your balls over her head like damn delicious apples and expecting she won’t bite them the fuck off.”
“What’s the alternative here?” he seiches. “I give her what she wants, then what? Are you just meeting Ainsley for the first fucking time? You think she’s gonna fuck me and magically transform into some docile lame dick? Do you honestly think I’d want her if that were the case? This is going to be chaos. Glorious. Fucking. Chaos. Before I can agree to it, she has to be safe, and right now she’s safest with me. Like this. Without the extra opportunities for things to get fucked.”
“You’re putting her pussy on lockdown, and you think she won’t buck against that cunt cage?” I spew. “She’ll just replace you with some other asshole. She won’t have any trouble with that.”
“She can lick any asshole she wants,” he sprays, “and when that blows up in her fucking face, because it sure as fuck will, she’ll still let me help her since it won’t be my shit smeared all over her beautiful damn face.”
“I really don’t think that’s how it’s going to go, Luke. You’re messing this up by taking her choice from her.”
He shoals his brow. “I have choices too, and hers don’t supersede mine. I’ve already gone down that path. I’m not going down it again. I get a choice here too. My choice is I’m right the hell here waiting, but there are conditions I won’t concede on. That anchor coming up is priority fucking one.”
“What if you lose her over it?”
“Then I suppose I never really had her in the first fucking place, did I?” he scuppers.
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He’s scared of that truth, but he’s too damn stubborn to change his mind on this. He’s already decided this is the only viable option. She has to tame her sparks before he’ll dock, and he’ll stick to that plan come hell or high water.
“No, I suppose not,” I cinder, “but you’re making the wrong choice here.”
“What the fuck else is new?” He gathers his things and heads for the door.
“What’s the plan, Boss?” Aspen whooshes.
“The plan’s to not fucking die,” Luke deadwaters, disappearing down the hall.
“Hey,” Aspen tries to redirect me. “She blocked Esha. She’s progressing!”
“And that fireball you nailed Esha with was hot as fuck,” Maverick slags.
I turn to them, knowing just how to improve my mood. “All this tephra talk got me thinking.”
They grin.
“I want both my craters plugged at once,” I smoulder, moving to the bed and stripping while they mull that over.
I’ve given them long enough to settle on the idea of all three of us. I’m tired of them taking turns like patient little pussies. It’s time they take me both at once. I want to be full of them.
I lay waiting in the bed, wondering how this eruption will play out, as they whisper to each other outside the curtain. Even if they tell me no, it won’t change anything between us. We’re fused fuckers. A refusal can’t shake our bond.
“Are you coming, or should I put out my own fire?” I call out to them.
They file into the tent, determination in their gazes.
“We were just deciding,” Aspen outgasses.
“Deciding what?”
Aspen smirks, and I have my answer. They were deciding who’s landing what crater to start.
“And?” I push.
“Better we show you,” Maverick outcrops.
Aspen slides me down the bed, widening my thighs so he can shove his face between them. Maverick climbs higher and straddles my chest, thrusting his tephra between my lips. I welcome it, circling my tongue along the tip and skating my hands over the shaft.
Aspen lifts my legs over his shoulders to make long swipes with his tongue along my slit all the way up my ass crack, then back down, pausing to put pressure on my pit. He sucks and licks until I’m bucking against his face. Maverick glides himself deep in and out of my mouth and throat, and I tighten my lips around him. One hand stays extending the pressure of my mouth on his shaft while the other reaches down to rub his rocks. Aspen shoves three fingers in my conduit, pressing them forward to hit that perfect spot inside me as he continues his assault on my pit. His kisses are extra sloppy, and everything down there’s wet with saliva and the proof of my desire.
Within minutes, I’m losing myself, contracting around Aspen’s fingers. My throat opens as I cry out my orgasm, and Maverick thrusts himself deep inside. Then he’s pulling away while Aspen lays down on the bed next to him, guiding me up with his hands so I’m straddling him. I plug my crater with Aspen’s hard tephra as my mouth meets his, and he groans into it, his tongue charging forward to battle mine.
Maverick tremors. “So fucking hot.”
Aspen doesn’t move yet. He just holds me forward where I am to give Maverick the access he needs. I take advantage of the position by deepening our kiss, my tongue winding around his as my body shakes with anticipation.
Maverick comes closer behind me, spreads my ass cheeks, and slides his finger around the new crater he’s set to claim. I’m wet from Aspen’s mouth, along with the flowing lava of my own eruption, but I wonder if that will be enough lubrication. I hear a squirt, Aspen smirks against my lips, and Maverick slides slick fingers around to control the burn path. They’ve come prepared. Fire safety, folks. It’s important.
Maverick eases the tip of his tephra into my ass, slow, gauging my reaction. But I’ve waited long enough for this. I rear back to bury him deep inside. “Holy fucking tight,” he groans as he becomes impossibly harder.
I still, adjusting myself to the feel of them both inside me. I’m completely full of the pricks I love, and I can’t imagine ever wanting to be anywhere else. Then they start moving. That’s when I know I absolutely never want to be anywhere else except with them filling me, fucking me, and ringing out every last ounce of desire my fire spark has to offer.
Maverick uses my hips for leverage, and Aspen slowly starts moving in sync with him. They’re gentle at first, but as my moans grow more forceful, their speed increases until they’re fucking me so hard I think the combined pressure of that fullness will cause a Plinian eruption if it continues. Then my conduits are tightening, and I’m crying out from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
Mount.
Fucking.
Vesuvius.
But they aren’t done. They’ve just gotten started with me, and they keep right on fucking me raw until I erupt three more times. My legs are shaking so much that Aspen has to use his arm strength to keep me from collapsing. Maverick spews into me first, with Aspen a few pumps behind him, and when it’s done, I’m sure as all hell, beyond any doubt, I’ll never choose between these two pricks. They’re mine in totality for as long as they’ll have me. They complete me, fill me, sate me. They’re everything I need and more than I ever dared to hope for.