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  I was already hardening again in response to her hunger for me. Julian was still on his back, catching his breath, when Cecelia rolled over on the bed to look at me more easily. I watched her cheeks redden as she eyed me curiously. That innocent look on her face increased my need to have my own cock inside her now. Now that I'd come inside her, it was bothering me that Julian had fucked her before I could. My gaze thinned looking over at him. I'd dominate him later, but first I desperately needed Cecelia. I'd just barely begun with her, I couldn't stop now. I sat forward, making my way to the edge of the bed before getting to my feet, my erection now hanging in the air, waiting to slide into her.

  Cecelia's need for me must have been growing as well, because her eyes glinted from the bed, following my dick as it swung in the air. She licked her lips, wetting them in preparation. I surprised her by grabbing her ankle and pulling her closer to me, bringing her legs to relax around me. She easily fell into place against me, fitting there perfectly like her body was made to fit with mine.

  My head was already dripping more pre-cum when I reached for a condom from the ajar drawer. Efficiently, I unwrapped it and rolled it down my thick shaft to the base. She wriggled under me, eager to have me push myself deep into her. I had to stretch her a bit, but I slid into her, filling her.

  That was when Julian had all but recovered and was ready to go again. I'd begun slowly pumping into Cecelia, swirling inside her with ease, while he found a condom for himself and slid it on. Then he made his way over to me, an impish smile on his face. His hands reached around from behind me and held me at my hips. The sensation of something new was enough to make me harder for Cecelia, welcoming his penetration. He moaned softly into my ear, making me begin to pump harder into Cecelia.

  I didn't think it could feel any better as I thrust deep into her while he was thrusting into me.

  Chapter 9

  I was still catching my breath, but now that Nikolas was already ready to go for round two, I couldn't control the throbbing in me for him. Having Cece was one of the best feelings I could've ever imagine. The way she felt and the way she loved every single second of everything that happened. The way she screamed my name, screamed for me to make her come, it made me freshly hard just remembering moments ago. I'd fucked her hard, the opposite of how I usually have sex, but I had to make it explosive for her when we were all having sex with each other. Nikolas' pace is so singular, I had to adjust to it.

  Cece was under him now, a new kind of excitement in her expression. She'd likely been attracted to the basic sexual instinct he lived by. I could see that he was tamer with her now that he was inside her; he didn't want to rush his time there, especially if he was sharing.

  I moved to make my way over to him, ready to fulfill the promise I made to him after I'd given him a blow job earlier tonight. I saw his arms tense and flex while he held up her legs, letting her relax and simply enjoy him being inside her, circulating around her. I slid my arms around his waist, my erection growing in knowing anticipation. It was ready for him now.

  Truly, I wanted to please both of them. I was ecstatic that Cece had enjoyed me so intensely, but I needed Nikolas to feel the same way, otherwise I wouldn't be satisfied. I leaned into Nikolas' ear.

  "I'm going to fuck you until you cum so hard into Cece." His back stiffened in front of me, his muscles tensing. "I'm going to make both of you cum tonight." Then I gingerly poked at his anus. I spread him so I could slide in more gently. He growled a little as I stretched him, straining him while I entered.

  "Oh god, Nikolas. God!" Cece suddenly cried from the bed as I fully sunk into Nikolas. All the tensing he'd done while I entered him had been just as pleasing for Cece as I thought it would be. I watched the muscles on his back straining, trying not to react to my slow thrusts, easing my way into him, stretching him out so it would only feel good and not hurt him.

  "Cece, you feel so good." He was still tense, but he was enjoying fucking Cece too much right now to care if it did hurt. I began sliding in and out of him at a more steady speed. He'd initially inhaled, but he recovered quickly. My arms gripped his sides and dug into his muscles.

  God, this man was raw muscle, I could feel him flex and harden every time he pushed into Cece. Jesus, he was so tight too. I began moving faster and faster, despite how delicately he was being with Cece right now. I just couldn't keep the slow movement going. I began violently thrusting in and out of Nikolas, burying myself in him each time.

  "Fuck, Nikolas. You're tight. Relax." All of him felt so good, and I could feel him relaxing his muscles around me, only using what he had to for Cece. A part of me wondered if he was nervous about hurting Cece with his appetite and he was saving the roughness for me. My eyes lit up thinking about what he would do to me with all of his strength.

  My thrusts grew faster and faster, sliding in and out of him. He started tightening around me, arousing me further and pushing me to go faster inside him. I was getting him close now; I could feel it; he was trying to slow me down, to last longer. I looked at Cece and she was covered in a sheen of sweat, her body exhausted from all the activity; she was desperate to climax, and Nikolas was keeping her on the edge, driving her crazy with it.

  "Finish her off or I will," I panted into Nikolas' ear in between my pumps. He didn't like hearing that because suddenly he started grinding into Cece restlessly, riding her at a punishing speed. She began screaming his name, over and over. Crying out in pleasure. She just kept crying for him to fuck her.

  It turned me on to see her in such pleasure, and I quickened my own pace, ready to cum into him, fill him. Satisfy him. I moved one arm and locked him in a steely grip with one hand on his waist and the other on his shoulder muscles. Then I pulled him towards me, blindly fucking him until a cry of pleasure ripped from his lungs and he yelled, climaxing with a howl.

  His pleasure was enough for me. I thrust violently into him until my own orgasm took over and I bit into his shoulder as I spurted into him several times. My body jerked into him each time until the release had finished and I relaxed against his back.

  He'd pulled out of Cece the same time I pulled out of him, our orgasms a chain reaction for each other. I could see both of our chests were heaving from exertion, but I felt satisfied. I knew he hadn't come from Cece; he'd come from me. He'd tried to slow me down and fight it, but he came explosively and all-encompassing.

  I was running out of breath, so I decided to head to the bathroom first, tying off my second condom and taking them both to the bathroom. Once I was in there, I could actually gasp and pant for air. I was exhausted from pleasing them both. I loved being with men and women, but that didn't mean it wasn't taxing. I sat in her bathroom, noticing the emptiness of it all, being reminded that she clearly had two places. I wondered if this was her studio that she brought people to so that she could screw their brains out.

  I moved to the sink, leaning over it, and splashed water on my face generously. The cool water felt good on my skin, which felt like a live wire right now. I couldn't have been happier right now. It felt like I was finally back to being in my own skin.

  When I was with Sidney, I was always faithful to her, but she would glower at me or scowl if I brought up attractive men, or she caught me staring. She didn't want to share me with anyone, but it was the fact that it "could have been anyone" that really ate her inside. I loved her for years, but she made me feel like I didn't belong in my own skin. Now that was happening and I was able to have everything I wanted, I felt like I could breathe again, like all my easiness wasn't a mask anymore. It felt authentic.

  I quickly grabbed a towel and walked back out to the bed, freeing it up for Nikolas. When I turned the corner, I could see Nikolas had Cece lying against him, her head relaxed into the crook of his arm. Surprisingly calm about it all, I lazily made my way over to them, a fresh smile across my face. Nikolas seemed to be far more at ease now, certainly more than when I'd seen him at the gym the other day and even tonight at the lounge.

 
; His gaze met mine and his face fell ever so slightly before he erased all emotions. Cece followed the direction Nikolas was looking and she met eyes with me, returning my affection with a winning smile of her own. She sat up, loosening Nikolas' arm so that he could go clean up in the bathroom. I fell onto the bed on the opposite side of her.

  "It's kind of cold now that we're not sweating like monkeys climbing all over each other." I winked at her, dropping my towel and sliding under the covers. She giggled back at me playfully and dove under the covers with me. Her nipples were hard, but the rest of her body was increasingly warm.

  "I'm glad that you and Nikolas wanted to do this. It was great, wasn't it?" She looked up at me expectantly.

  "Definitely. I haven't fucked a man in forever. It felt so damn good for a change." She lightened considerably hearing me saying it.

  "I didn't want to ask before, but I was mostly sure."

  "That I'm bi? Yeah, I definitely am." I laughed, bringing her closer to me. "What gave it away? Me hitting on Nikolas at the club the same time I was hitting on you?"

  "Hah! That's pretty much where I was at." She softened her tone a little bit. "Why has it been so long since you've been with a man, then?"

  "I was in a long-term relationship with a girl." My voice fell a little, the happiness fleeting.

  "Oh. Sorry. Didn't mean to bring that up."

  I sighed heavily. "It's fine, Cece. She was never really cool about me being bi. I guess one day she just couldn't lie to herself anymore." I shrugged into her. She wrapped her arms around me more tightly.

  "Well, then, fuck it. No point in pretending if you're just going to be unhappy about it." Nikolas had rounded the corner then, overhearing the tail end of what Cece was saying. His stride faltered a bit, unsure what she was referring to. He was probably concerned that we'd said something he wanted to hear.

  "You're a smart one." I laughed, easing myself closer to her as Nikolas approached. He glared at me as he came back, pulling the covers back so he could get into the bed on the other side of Cece. He was still insisting on being competitive over Cece. I just didn't understand the point of it all. We both had her, she was happy and it was fun. What more did he want? He was the one saying he had an intense sexual drive and made it clear that's why he wanted Cece so badly.

  My suspicions began to grow as he brought his arm close to her, pulling her hair away from her neck so he could begin massaging her. Maybe his heart of stone was just a little fractured and he didn't know how to handle his feelings. My exhaustion was now taking over, so I cuddled up to Cece and happily drifted into sleep, ready to deal with Nikolas later.

  Chapter 10

  I was groggy when I felt Nikolas' hands on me. I stifled a yawn, struggling to open my eyes. Immediately, his fingers lowered from my belly and slid towards my clit. His fingers lazily rubbed circles around it, putting me on full alert. My body responded to his touch before I could; my nipples hardened and my breasts swelled.

  He felt so good, his fingers moved over me so delicately, taking his time to please me. I was now readying my body for him, my sex clenching and slicking with desire. I wanted to moan his name, but his free hand, which I now realized was playing with my hair, reached out and covered my lips. Once my eyes adjusted and met his, he took his hand away to press a finger to his lips.

  Nikolas silently tilted his head to where Julian lay asleep, his chest rising and falling evenly. He was right, I didn't want to wake him, but I couldn't deny Nikolas. Truthfully, though I was still craving both of them, Nikolas was the one who was ready for me, egging me on with his fingers. They continued to slowly rub around me, and slowly he slipped one finger inside of me, gently plunging it in and out of me. I had to bite down on my lip to stop a cry of pleasure. When Nikolas saw that I could feel his dick hardening against my leg, his head prodded at me.

  I shifted under Nikolas, who was on top of me supporting himself on his elbows, and freed my arm. I had the overwhelming urge to please him while he was pleasing me. I wanted him to continue to crave me, like I was already doing with him. I reached down to his cock, biting my lip to entice him, and began stroking it with as much care as he was fingering me. Both of us moved slowly and quietly to keep Julian from waking up.

  He stiffened above me, his gaze focusing on me, burning me on the spot. I felt my body heating up, frantic for his touch. My cheeks flushed and my clit quivered at his touch as he fondled me. I looked back at him, suddenly feeling vulnerable under his touch. I hadn't been able to have this lifestyle in years, believing I'd never survive another one, that I would be abandoned again. Nikolas merely looked at me with pure passion, craving me just as much as I craved him. He needed me all the same, never having enough of me. My chest heaved as I continued to watch him stare back at me, willing me to give him control and let him take care of me.

  I brought my hand up to his face, my thumb tracing his lips as I cupped his jaw line tenderly. Half to my surprise, he leaned into my hand, resting his head there. He still never broke eye contact with me, all the while his fingers stroked and caressed me clit. I could feel myself tensing for the pleasure of release.

  All I could think about was how soft his skin was, how tender his fingers were inside me. My back arched into his hand, my arms growing weak. I'd wanted to jerk him off too, but I'd sensed from him that he didn't want that. I could see it in his face when he relaxed into my hand. He'd wanted to please me, only me. He didn't want anything else in return, just my satisfaction from him.

  Then his fingers abruptly changed to a brutal pace, and I was overcome with the sensation of him moving in and out of me so roughly, his senses giving way to basic desire. His hand slammed down against my mouth and I climaxed under him, grinding into his hard cock. He refused to slow down his pace, the waves of ecstasy washing over me, undulating.

  I breathed into his hand, struggling to catch my breath, as the orgasm had total control over me. When I slumped back into the bed, his hand slid away from my mouth slowly, then his fingers left me, moving back up to my abdomen, tracing my skin as he went. He finally came up to my breasts, tugging on my nipples until they both puckered and hardened at his touch. Then he began nibbling at them playfully.

  I had to give back to him somehow; I wanted to give him a release and let him feel the pleasure I'd felt. His finely muscled arms were rubbing my shoulders, easing me into his body above me. I slid my hands up and down his chest and abs, feeling the hardened ridges of him. It was making me slick for him again, my urges rising inside of me, making me hungry for him.

  Impulsively, I gripped either side of his hips, steadying myself, then slowly slid myself until my mouth was directly under his throbbing cock. I automatically licked my lips in anticipation to taste him, feel all of him in my mouth. I grinned, satisfied, as I experienced his body tensing all around me. Without any more hesitation, my tongue lashed out for his tip, sucking it into my mouth and sliding down his shaft. My hands gripped him tightly while I flicked my tongue across his head's opening. His breath hissed ever so slightly before he silenced himself, not wanting to wake Julian.

  His face was etched with effort, holding himself back to stay silent. His neck tilted so that he could watch me suck and salivate on him. I was sure to keep it quiet, so I kept the rhythm slow, but I gripped him so tightly that when I began pulling on him up and down, it was overly stimulating. Nikolas' face contorted, determined to keep himself silent as he was undone by my hands and mouth. I licked at him hungrily, enjoying the taste of him.

  His eyes then closed, his cock hardening further in my mouth, before he plunged himself deep into me, pressing to the back of my throat. I tried to swallow instinctively, tightening around his head. A sudden burst of semen entered my mouth, and I struggled to swallow all of it. He emptied into me while I consumed it all eagerly. I felt my chest tighten, feeling relieved that I'd been able to please him, to make him sweat and be undone by me. Nikolas then fell away from me, spent, onto the bed. His hand beckoned me to follow, so I r
olled over and crawled up to him. He was warm, and I could feel his heart beating so quickly when I nuzzled up to him.

  I looked up to meet his gaze again, part of me hoping to see him so open with me, and I was rewarded. He was smiling down on me, his expression gentle. It was an indescribable feeling, experiencing this side of him now. Every time I'd been near him he was uncontrollably masculine and sexually raging. Now, to see him staring at me so affectionately, without reservation, pulled at something inside my chest, warming my cheeks.

  "If you could stop bouncing on the bed like an ape," I heard Julian grumble from his side of the bed, "then maybe the rest of us could sleep, Nikolas." I froze in Nikolas' arms, afraid Julian had been awake while Nikolas and I were fooling around. My gaze darted from Julian, lying seemingly lifeless and sprawled, back to Nikolas. My face fell immediately.

  He'd replaced his kind look to a mask of neutrality. Nikolas then slid out of the bed, taking my arm off him as he went and headed back to the shower with his cell in his hand. In the silence of the morning, I heard the bathroom door lock with an audible click. That made it clear he didn't want me to follow and wanted privacy. A lump in my throat formed while I curled up into the bed defensively. I didn't think I could experience these intense emotions one after another so quickly, but here I was. My period must be starting soon if I was this emotionally erratic.

  Like a lifeline, Julian's smooth skin slid across my shoulder and hugged my back. He brought himself up against me, spooning me.

  "Morning, Cece, girl," he murmured pleasantly. "I hope Nikolas stomping around didn't wake you too?" I didn't respond to him right away, so I saw one of his eyes squint open to see my face. Then they were both wide open, taking me in. "What's wrong?" His voice was so soothing, and so were his hands as they massaged my back. It was hard not to relax around Julian. My features softened, reacting to his presence.