Chapter 679: Stay Until Morning

Chapter 679: Stay Until Morning

They traded places at some point. Seraphine took his cock deep and held him in her throat while Ira crawled up his body and kissed him with the same rough hunger she brought to everything. He tasted himself on her lips.

Then Ira shifted, straddling his chest, and Leon saw what she wanted.

"I’ve been waiting all day," she said, her voice dropping. "Let me ride your face while she works you."

"Please," Seraphine added quietly, and Leon understood this was not just service. It was them taking what they needed while giving him what he needed. It was a gift wrapped in greed — or the other way around.

He nodded once.

Ira moved up, her thighs settling on either side of his face. She was already soaked, her hair dark red and curling, the scent of her filling the air. She lowered herself slowly, and Leon brought his mouth to her.

The first lick made her gasp. He worked her with slow, deliberate strokes, his tongue pressing flat and then pointed, lapping at her clit while she rocked against him. Above him, Seraphine had taken his cock into her mouth again, and the dual sensations blurred his focus for a long, perfect moment.

"Don’t stop," Ira panted. "Don’t stop don’t stop don’t—"

He didn’t. He worked a hand up and pressed two fingers inside her while his tongue continued its assault on her clit, and within seconds Ira was coming apart above him, her thighs trembling around his face, her voice breaking.

She always said she wanted to be loud, and she was.

When she finally pulled away, flushed and unsteady, she was grinning. "Now I remember why I missed you."

Seraphine had pulled off his cock and was watching with something dark and satisfied in her eyes. "My turn."

It went like that. They put Seraphine on his face next, and she came with a muffled cry, her hands fisted in the sheets, her body shuddering. While she recovered, Ira took his cock in her mouth again and brought him to the edge twice, backing off each time with a laugh when he warned her.

Then Seraphine straddled his hips and sank down onto him with a low, ragged moan.

It was the first time he’d been inside either of them all evening, and the sensation hit both of them like a held breath released. Seraphine’s head fell back, her hair spilling over her shoulders, her pussy clenching around his length as she seated herself fully.

"I thought about this all afternoon," she said, her voice thin. "I watched you on that wall. Watched you with Ji. Sat through dinner. All I wanted was this."

"Then take it."

She rode him. Not the frantic, desperate riding of the reunion night, but a slow, deep grinding that worked him in and out of her with agonizing control. Her hands planted on his chest, careful not to lean any weight where he’d been hurt, her hips rolling in a rhythm that made the bed creak under them.

Ira sat close by, her hand between her own legs, watching with open hunger. "She’s even better at this when she’s had a day to think about it."

"Shut up," Seraphine said, but there was no heat in it.

"You’re very focused. I appreciate it." Leon reached up and caught one of her breasts, thumbing her nipple. "But I want you louder."

"Then make me louder."

He thrust up into her, hard enough that she gasped. Then again. Then he set a pace from below, driving up into her while she rode him, the two of them finding a rhythm that was half fight and half surrender. Seraphine’s composure cracked, then broke. She came with a sharp cry, her body locking around him, and Leon followed her over the edge with a long groan.

He spilled inside her in thick pulses, and she took every drop, her hips still moving, milking him through the last of it.

When she finally pulled off and flopped onto the bed beside him, Ira was already moving to take her place.

"I’m not done with you," she said, and swung herself over his hips. "And you’re not done with me."

He wasn’t. His recovery was fast, and she was warm and wet and waiting. She sank down onto his still-hard cock with a satisfied moan, and then she rode him with all the rough, joyful energy she’d held back while Seraphine had her turn.

"That’s it," she panted. "That’s what I needed. Fill me up. Fuck me back. Don’t you dare be gentle."

He wasn’t. He gripped her hips and drove up into her, meeting her bounce for bounce, the slap of their bodies echoing off the walls. She was already close — he could feel it in the way her pussy fluttered around him — and when he reached between them and found her clit she shattered almost instantly.

Her orgasm hit like a flood. She soaked him, the sheets, everything, and the feeling of her clamping and pulsing around him was enough to pull him over with her.

This time he was the one who made the broken sound.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing hard, and then Ira slipped off him and sprawled beside him with a laugh that turned into a sigh.

"Stage three," she said at last, "is the part where we clean you up and make you sleep."

"Thank you for the detailed forewarning."

"You’re welcome."

Later, the lamps were low and the house had settled.

Leon lay between them, tired and content, while Seraphine worked a stubborn fold out of the blanket near his feet. Ira had claimed his arm and appeared determined to keep it.

"You’re pulling the whole thing toward you," Seraphine told her.

"I’m cold."

"You’re lying."

"A little."

Leon reached down and freed the caught corner before the dispute could grow.

"There. Enough for everyone."

Ira accepted the adjustment without surrendering his arm. Seraphine settled closer on his other side, one hand resting lightly against his chest.

For a while, none of them spoke.

His body still needed rest. The warmth beside him did not replace the strength he had spent or make another serious fight sensible. It did make it considerably easier to stop thinking about one.

He watched the last lamp through half-closed eyes.

"Was the waiting really that bad?" he asked.

Ira answered without lifting her head.

"I don’t like being unable to do anything."

"I know."

"Especially when you’re the one inside." She paused. "I didn’t want somebody to open the chamber and spoil your fight. I just wanted the signal to change."

Leon understood the distinction. It would have bothered him too.

Seraphine’s fingers moved once against his chest.

"You’re allowed to be pleased with what you did," she said. "We’re allowed to worry about what it cost."

He turned his face toward hers.

"That seems fair."

She kissed him again, briefly, then reached to extinguish the lamp.

In the dark, Ira shifted until her head rested comfortably against his shoulder.

"Tomorrow," she said, "we’re sleeping late."

Leon closed his eyes.

For once, he had no objection at all.

He woke to sunlight and the faint sound of movement elsewhere in the residence.

Seraphine was still asleep beside him. Ira had pushed most of the blanket toward the foot of the bed during the night, despite her earlier complaint.

Leon considered reaching for the notes he had left in the sitting room.

The thought brought the marrow to mind: nine clean measures, sealed and waiting. He wanted to open the case, inspect the material properly, and work out how much prepared energy each portion would supply.

He could do all of that after his rest.

For now, his shoulder felt comfortably heavy beneath Ira’s arm, and moving would probably wake Seraphine. He settled back against the pillow instead.

A few minutes later, Ira stirred and opened one eye.

"Going somewhere?" she murmured.

"No."

She looked satisfied and went back to sleep.

Leon stayed where he was. The next session could wait until tomorrow.