I begin unbuttoning his shirt.
He leans back, pulling us out of our kiss, and watches my fingers as they release his buttons from the bottom up.
I stare into his eyes—and they glow a deep purple violet. When I get to his high collar he tilts his head forward so I can unclasp the pink ribbon around his neck. It’s very smooth in my hand. Silky and expensive and the magnetic ends give it some weight and make it feel important.
He takes it from my hand and lays it flat and straight on a nearby shelf. Then looks back at me and tilts his head back so I can reach the buttons on his high collar.
I suck in a breath of air as I release the last few and then open his shirt up to reveal the hard, cut body underneath and place my hand flat on the muscles of his chest.
He feels like smooth, warm stone.
One side of his shirt falls over his shoulder and hangs there from the weight of the medals. He makes no move to take off the shirt and neither do I.
Instead I place my other hand flat on his chest, and drag them both down his stomach as I kneel before him.
He exhales, closing his eyes, when my fingers pop the button on his pants.
Then he grips my head with both hands when I drag the zipper down and release his hard cocks from his underwear.
“Two?” I whisper.
“I don’t know, Lyra. I don’t have any answers for you.” He says this as his fingers slide into my hair and urge me to move my face closer to his groin.
“That’s OK,” I say, wrapping both my hands around both his cocks. Together they are so thick, I can just barely encircle them in my palms. Gently, slowly, I start to move my hands up and down his two shafts.
He exhales again, gripping my hair with more force. Leaning his head back to point his closed eyes at the ceiling.
“Do you like that?” I ask him.
“Mmmm-hmmm,” he murmurs. “Very much.”
“Do you want me to put them in my mouth?” I ask.
He opens his eyes to look at me, then nods his head, wordlessly.
I don’t think they’ll fit. But I don’t say that. Better to let him fantasize about the possibility. So I lean forward, gently blowing on his tips. He sucks in a long breath of air through his teeth so it sounds like a hiss. And just as he does that, I drag the tip of my tongue across the tip of his heads.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans.
And I feel the same way. My pussy is throbbing now. Hot, and wet, and ready for him to be inside me.
But again, the desperation we felt last night seems to be gone.
Now everything is slow, and calm, and… different.
I’m worried about that. So very worried that we’re not anything special. That we are just two ordinary people who met by accident and there’s no fate in our future.
But I don’t want to think about that right now.
So I open my mouth as wide as I can, and take one of his cocks in my mouth. Slowly pumping his other one with my hand as I lean forward and take him in my throat.
“Lyra,” he moans, pushing on my head to urge me to go deeper.
I do. I take him as deep as I can until I know I can’t force him inside me any farther.
He pulls me back off his cock when I gag, smiling down at me like I’m his princess.
“You like that?” I ask him, wiping saliva off my lips. He brushes my hand away from my mouth to stop me, then nods and aims me at his cock again.
I go down deep. Deeper than last time. And this time when I gag he pulls me off with a jerk to my hair.
The excitement between my legs builds again. The desperation I felt last night floats inside me, just below the surface. Ready to be let loose.
“Oh,” I say, looking up at him as saliva spills over the side of my lips.
“Do you like it rough?” he asks.
And even though yesterday I would’ve insisted I didn’t, tonight is a whole other lifetime of difference. “Mmmmm-hmmmm,” I mutter, then whisper, “I think I do.”
He grins. A lopsided grin that is equal parts mischief and diabolical intentions. And says, “Me too.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE – SERPINT
I have plans for Lyra tonight. Plans I didn’t realize I’d made until this very second. Until now this whole day has been rather calm, and subdued, with no hint of the desperation and acute longing we experienced yesterday.
And all that is about to change.
“Take me,” I tell her. “Take all of me, Lyra.”
She sucks in a long breath of air as she looks at my hard cocks in her hands. I get even harder as I notice that together, with both of my thick shafts in her hands, they barely fit in her circled palms. The tips of her fingers do not meet. They are huge.