The Bound Angel (Sacrilege Rising: Book 1)

Chapter Twenty Five

Mike woke to the caress of a soft hand. It trailed a lazy path along his body, stroking his shoulders, caressing his chest, teasing his stomach. Then it moved lower, tracing lazy shapes, before returning upward. The smooth, supple touch was as soothing as it was intimate.

A comfortable weight was pressing against his side. Like the roaming hand, it was soft and warm and oh so feminine. It shifted slightly, and silky hair tickled his arm. When it rested, smooth skin was settling against his chest and a satiny weight leaning on his shoulder. Another hand joined the first, this one on his other side. It traced a similar path from shoulder to hip and back. Together, they soothed the soreness from his muscles.

His mind was slowly catching up. There was a similar weight on both sides now, explaining the multiple sets of hands. He considered opening his eyes but didn’t want to interrupt what they were doing.

In the dark, a voice whispered, “Now what?” It was almost too soft to hear.

“I don’t know,” another voice answered just as quietly. This one spoke in an accent.

“This isn’t what I expected.”

“Me neither. I imagine not for any of us.”

Mike’s mind drifted. He caught pieces of conversation, but lacked context. In between those fragments was comfortable nothingness. The soft embrace of warm serenity. Like dozing under a thick blanket with a fireplace crackling nearby.

“I don’t know. She scares me a little.”

“It’s… hot though. Sorry, is that crass?”

There was a snort. “I think we’re well past crass.”

“It’s just not what I imagined for myself, you know?”

Who was speaking now? Was it related to the last thing, or had he dozed off again? There was the sound of running water in the background.

“It doesn’t have to be your life. He’ll just want you to be happy. I know it.”

A part of him recognized the conversation was meaningful, he just couldn’t wake up enough to get invested.

“But look at him. How can you resist?”

The weight on his left side shrugged. “I don’t know that I’m doing a whole lot of resisting.”

The path of one hand shifted slightly. Instead of running from hip and back up, it lingered, gently exploring his inner thigh. It was nice. A feeling he could get used to. Then, a bit higher. Something, somewhere, stirred. It moved higher still, and he finally came to full consciousness, though he kept his eyes closed and stayed as still as possible. A single finger traced along the underside of his soft length. It made him twitch.

“He finally wakes,” one of the voices murmured.

Now that Mike was, indeed, awake, he noticed his hand was resting on a shapely hip. And if he was up to date on his anatomy lessons, the hip was conveniently close to the butt. With a simple flex of his wrist, his palm settled on soft, round flesh. A smile uncurled against his chest, and he did the same with his other hand.

“Not the most polite way to say good morning,” the voice on his right said dryly. He recognized it as Meredith’s. Though, if he was honest, he also recognized her ass. It was slightly fuller than the one in his left hand. He turned his head and kissed her softly, just the gentlest brush of lips. He still hadn’t opened his eyes.

“Good morning,” he smiled, “but you started it.”

“I don’t think so,” Meredith answered just as quietly. The feeling of her breath on his lips was incredibly intimate. “That was her.”

Surprised, Mike turned to his left and gave his other partner the same comfortable kiss. Emma’s tight ass matched her slim build. “You’re feeling rather saucy. That’s how you Brits say it, right?”

Emma snorted and flexed her nails against his leg. “You’re in an awfully vulnerable position to be teasing.”

He answered by squeezing her ass again and murmuring, “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Mmm. Better.”

They laid quietly for a time, afraid that speaking would force them to acknowledge what they preferred to ignore. So they stayed in the moment, teasing and exploring for its own sake.

Mike stroked their sides, caressing shapely asses and supple bellies. Occasionally, he moved higher, cupping soft breasts. Then lower, teasing sensitive flesh between their legs, though he didn’t have quite enough reach to push the issue there.

For their part, his lovers continued teasing his chest and stomach, but began finding their way to his groin more and more often. What began as hesitant, timid strokes became fingers wrapping around his length for an instant before quickly moving away. Then a single, soft pump, before shyly disappearing. He was getting hard under their attention.

One hand cupped his balls while another gripped his shaft. It was a wonderful, decadent feeling. “Mmm,” he sighed. “I don’t think you two have said good morning to each other, yet.”

Mike felt two sets of eyes roll at the same time. The span of several slow heartbeats came and went without acknowledging that he’d spoken, and it seemed the moment would pass. Then, after some silent agreement, they lifted their heads at the same time and met each other over his chest.

He finally opened his eyes. Emma and Meredith were kissing right in front of him. But it wasn’t the brief peck he expected. It was an intent, open-mouthed, closed-eyed, make out. It surprised him enough that he stopped groping to appreciate the sight. Just as Meredith let out a muffled moan and began to push forward, Emma pulled away. A thin string of saliva connected their lips.

“I can taste him on you,” Emma murmured.

Meredith nodded over her shoulder. “That’s her fault.”

Mike remembered cumming in Allie’s mouth before watching her force a deep kiss on Meredith just as she was reaching her own orgasm. The image made him throb in their hands and they responded with a squeeze.

One smirked and the other chuckled. “He doesn’t seem upset on your behalf.”

“If you’re jealous,” he mumbled to Emma, “there’s more where that came from.”

He meant it as a joke. But Emma didn’t scoff or come back with a teasing retort. She just watched him. Her eyes shifted back and forth between his, as if they were searching for something. It was the look she got when she couldn’t decide what to order at McLaren’s, or when she had trouble picking out a movie.

Just as he started to tell her he was kidding, she seemed to come to a decision. Emma ducked her head and took his cock in her mouth. The sudden, wet warmth made him groan, and his head lolled back on the pillow. If he could have sunk any deeper into the bed, he would have.

The blowjob had the potential to instantly change the mood in the room. But Emma seemed to want to go slow, and he was more than happy to follow her lead. Mike rested one hand comfortably on Meredith’s breast and the other on the back of Emma’s head, but was otherwise content to be a passenger.

Just as Meredith’s leg moved to cover his own and she began grinding against his hip, the bathroom door opened. A cloud of steam billowed out, and he growled when Emma took her mouth off his cock to look up. As the steam cleared, a blurry silhouette came into focus. A silhouette Mike was intimately, achingly familiar with.

Moisture glistened on deeply tanned skin, along full breasts, a toned stomach, and shapely hips. Allie stepped out from the cloud, completely naked after the shower. She tilted her head from side to side, drying her hair with one of his towels. It did the most interesting things to her chest, until she dropped the towel on the floor right beside the hamper. Annoyance flared in him, along with something else.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” Allie said as she approached the bed. “Put that pretty mouth to use.”

Emma scowled. She was torn between following the mood of the room and not wanting to obey an order from Allie. She decided on the latter, which left his cock jutting awkwardly in the cool air.

Allie just shrugged and climbed into bed. She nudged Emma out of the way to lean over Mike. Then she looked up at him, placed her flat tongue on the base of his cock, and dragged it up the underside.

She swallowed his length for a long, incredible moment, swirling her tongue and taking it deep. Her dark eyes smoldered as she held him against the back of her throat. Then she winked and moved on. Heavy breasts dragged along his legs as she crawled up his body, until they reached his balls. She leaned further forward, surrounding his cock with her tits, and began kissing his stomach.

Allie rocked back and forth, jerking him off with her breasts. His mind went blank as her soft tits squeezed and rubbed with the perfect amount of satiny friction. Then she looked at Emma and smirked.

Mike’s blood ran hot. He wanted to hold her in place and fuck those perfect tits until he exploded all over her caramel skin. Instead, he held back. After the last few hours, he was finally able to show some restraint. With a hand on Allie’s shoulder he said, “We should talk.”

She held still and narrowed her eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

She rocked again, which made him throb. “Really sure?”

Mike fought back a groan and managed to say, “Really yes.”

“Fine,” Allie rolled her eyes and sat up. With a flat, sarcastic voice she said, “I wonder what we’re going to talk about.” It was more a statement than a question. “Anyone see any good movies lately?”

Ignoring her, Mike took a deep breath and dove right into the deep end. “A crazy sex demon brainwashed you all into sleeping with me. And each other. And every girl I take a second look at wants to jump me. Oh, and the demon is apparently my servant, or something, which has not been helpful at all. Who wants to go first?”

No one answered. His bluntness seemed to catch them off guard. Though Allie had somehow managed to sneak forward to straddle him so her bare pussy rested on his length. He tried to give her a look, but his twitching only made her smirk.

“I don’t feel brainwashed,” Emma said softly. “Just randy.”

“What happens now?” Meredith asked.

Straight to the point. That was good. But the simplest questions were usually the hardest to answer. “That’s up to each of you. I have my own hangups. I tried staying away, to your obvious frustrations, which clearly didn’t work, and may have actually made things worse. Whoever wants to stop with…” he waved his hand in the air, “all of this is free to go on with your life without me bothering you. And anyone who wants to figure it out together, well, I won’t push you away anymore.”

Silence hung in the air. It seemed to stretch forever.

Eventually, Meredith asked, “Like a relationship? All of us?”

They’d been dancing around that very topic since the first night they hooked up. She’d just gotten out of a relationship and wasn’t ready for something serious.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” Mike answered softly. “If you want a relationship, then that’s what I want. If you want it to be a casual hookup for whenever you, um, need it, then that’s fine too. None of this is your fault, so I’m here to support you in whatever you decide. I won’t pressure you into anything.”

She was still clearly unsure, but nodded and let it go for the time being.

“What about the rest of our lives?” It was Emma’s turn. “I love you, Mike, I always have. But as a friend. I didn’t come to University for a good time and a piece of paper.”

“I know,” Mike said sadly.

“And this, thing, whatever it is, has been equally wonderful and terrifying. It doesn’t leave room for much else. I haven’t done a proper sketch in weeks. I’m behind in all my classes. When I’m not here, I’m thinking about you, and when I am here everything else fades away. I just… don’t want this to be the center of my universe.”

“I know, Emma.” Something tugged on his heart when he said her name. So far, when they were being intimate, he tried to think of her the same as Allie and Meredith, focusing on the present and ignoring their history. But hearing her name out loud triggered a flood of memories.

Their first week as freshmen, looking for someone to lean on. A blossoming friendship, easy conversation, teasing banter. And now, for a while, as close friends. He knew all about her life in London and had heard all the stories about friends and exes. He’d even spoken to her family on video calls. And she knew all about him and his rough childhood and his struggle with school. Mom loved Emma.

“I’ve always loved you too, as a friend.” As slightly more than a friend, if he was honest with himself, though that time seemed far away and childish now. “And I want what’s best for you. If you want to stay away for a while, I understand. And if it really starts to get to you, you’re always welcome to come blow off steam. Or not. That’s okay too.”

It would kill their friendship. Completely and utterly. And it broke Mike’s heart. But she was a wonderful person, and he genuinely wanted her to succeed at everything in life. That realization suddenly made him both proud and sad.

Emma looked away and didn’t say any more.

After a time, he turned to Allie. As important as this conversation was, he couldn’t keep himself from glancing at her very naked body and noticing the way she was straddling his still-hard length.

“What about you?”

She stared at him for a time. Really stared. It looked like she was mentally weighing something. Eventually, she must have come to a decision, because she nodded once and began to speak.

“This shit’s easy for me,” she said, gesturing lazily with one hand. “School. People. Life. So easy it’s boring. I don’t worry about school, like you,” she nodded to Emma, “because I kill it in every class without putting much work in. I don’t worry about relationships, like you,” she looked at Meredith, “because I get hit on every single day. And it’s just so tiring. Every morning, I wake up and want to pull my hair out thinking about doing the same shit all over again. But this,” she flexed her abs and grinded against his cock, “this has been the most exciting time of my life, and I don’t want it to end. Simple as that. So what if it’s a little crazy? When we’re all old, we’ll have wished life had been a little crazier. So what if angels and demons are real? If they are, they were here a long time before us and will be here a long time after we’re gone. Why stress about it?”

Meredith stared wide-eyed. “Do you know how crazy that sounds? Who cares if angels and demons are real? I do. Because that means everything else is up in the air too. What about God? Heaven? Hell? What happens when we die? What about all the other religions? The answers to those questions would have an enormous, profound impact on,” she shook her head and waved her hands, “everything. How can you just ignore that?”

After a moment, Emma added, “Speaking of demons, has anyone heard from her?”

It was obvious who she meant.

Mike answered, “Yes. She met me after class and said I was being an idiot for trying to keep some distance between us.”

“So she’s not stupid then,” Meredith said dryly. “Do we have to worry about her kidnapping us again?”

Mike considered. “I don’t think so, but I don’t know for sure. I can feel her in the back of my head. She’s over there somewhere.” He gestured vaguely to the left. “Ever since that day at the warehouse she’s mostly stayed away. I think she’s afraid I’ll learn how to control her.”

“Can you do that?”

He shrugged. “I did once. At the end. When she was threatening you. I don’t know if I could do it again, though.”

While they were talking, something in Allie’s eyes shifted. They narrowed, focusing, becoming intent on something. It was like she’d decided to block out whatever everyone else had to say. When Meredith was finished, Allie just shrugged and said, “You all talk too much. What I want to know is, what do you want?” She looked right at Mike and rocked her hips.

Her slick folds applied silky pressure to his length, before she flexed her abs and returned to her starting position. That small move was all it took. She was an expert at driving him wild.

Mike had said his piece. He’d laid it all out for them, gave them the options as he saw them, and encouraged them to make their own decisions. It was their choice. All he could do was support them in whatever they decided. He’d tried, he’d really, really tried, to do what he thought was best, and they’d overruled him. And if they ever changed their minds, he would support that new decision too. What more was expected from him? For the first time, the weight of guilt was melting away.

He reached for Allie and pulled her down into a deep, hungry kiss. Her soft breasts mashed into his chest. At the same time, he shifted his hips down and then up and buried his length into her velvety heat. She moaned into his mouth, and her tongue briefly fell limp while he filled her.

Allie was right. They talked too much. Without warning or preamble, he gripped her ass and started fucking her. Hard. Squeezing soft flesh, he held her in place and thrust up, pushing as hard and deep as he could with each penetration. She’d asked what he wanted, and he wanted all of her.

Allie turned into an animal. Her hands became wild, running through his hair and groping every inch of his body all at once. Unsatisfied with his pace, she started humping his cock, throwing off his rhythm. Her moan turned into a sob as everything about her became primal and frantic. But this wasn’t about what she wanted. Without breaking their kiss, Mike raised his hips and flipped, so he was on top. He held her hands over her head and fucked her how he wanted.

Every thrust was hard and fast and rough, and he reveled in her big tits bouncing while she fought to regain control. She twisted and writhed beneath him, either in ecstasy or tortured helplessness, he didn’t care which. But she was powerless against his greater weight and strength. That realization set his blood on fire. She was his. This bitchy, gorgeous, aggravating, unbelievably sexy woman was his. A growl rumbled in his throat.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Emma and Meredith exchange a surprised look. They probably weren’t expecting things to get so out of control so fast. Then they must have come to some private decision, because a moment later, Meredith was lying on her back and spreading her legs while Emma crawled over her.

But that was for another time. Right now was for Allie and her deliciously fuckable body. He took her like an animal, staking his claim over any potential future lover. She fought him with more strength than he thought possible, almost throwing him off before he reasserted his weight and shoved her back down. Her legs squeezed his hips hard enough to hurt, and Mike froze, afraid he’d taken things too far.

Allie broke the kiss long enough to hiss, “Fuck you don’t fucking stop now you idiot,” before shoving her tongue back in his mouth and digging her heels into his ass.

Alright then. Mike didn’t need to be told twice and resumed his relentless rutting. A few moments later, an orgasm began rolling through her. It started in her belly and radiated out until her whole body was writhing and thrashing, and she screamed into his mouth. It lasted long enough that he was afraid she was going to pull a muscle. But eventually, it ended, and she collapsed in an exhausted heap, finally ending their kiss.

That turned him on even more. Now she just lay there panting, all the fight gone from her body. She stopped trying to break her hands free from his grip. Her legs fell open and to the sides. Mike paused to bask in his victory. He felt like a lion circling a downed gazelle. The fight was over. He’d won. Now all that was left was to savor his triumph.

He slowed down to fuck her with long, indulgent strokes, relishing the feeling of her supple flesh yielding to each thrust. He let go of her hands to fondle her tits. She didn’t try to fight back while he squeezed and groped, luxuriating in their soft weight. He ran his hands down her tight stomach, then over her toned ass and strong legs, all while taking her at an unhurried pace. Her body really was amazing, soft and pliant, tight and toned.

Allie wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, “Do what you need, baby.”

This time, those words didn’t give him pause.

Even though the pace was slower, basking in his dominance was pushing Mike toward the edge. With one last indulgence, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her to lock eyes with him. That did it. With a final thrust, he released with one hand on her breast, the other maintaining their eye contact.

A lazy smile spread over Allie’s face as he filled her, looking into his eyes while he pulsed. After he was spent, Mike didn’t pull out or get up right away. It wasn’t often that he could enjoy her without some snarky comment or biting insult. So he continued fondling every inch of bare skin he could reach, while the last throes of his orgasm died down.

Eventually, at the sounds of little whimpers and gasps, his attention was drawn elsewhere. For all the trouble Liliana brought, one thing he was unquestioningly grateful for was his newfound stamina. Finally, reluctantly, he pulled himself from Allie, and she whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

Meredith’s glistening pussy and Emma’s gorgeous face hovering right above it were calling him. He knelt between open legs and let his cock hang.

Emma looked up with a question in her beautiful brown eyes.

He stared down at her and said, “I want to watch you lick it.”

She smirked, gave him a lopsided smile, and opened her mouth.