The first swipe of his tongue was for his own benefit. It was drawn out and deliberate, careful to collect every single drop of her delectable juices. It had been Barry's touch that had broken Iris's floodgates, and ignited feral screams from the pit of her stomach, and it would be him who would reap the reward of his hard work.
He'd already wrung three orgasms from her body, just from massaging her pussy, like his life depended on bringing her body pleasure.
Now he was devouring her, like hadn't eaten in ages and she was the sweetest dessert he'd ever had the pleasure of tasting.
Iris latched onto his mess of hair, and tried to brace herself for the wave of contractions building at her center. She tried, so, so hard to keep from coming undone for a fourth time, but it was no use.
His mouth latched down onto her clit like a suction cup, and Iris started to convulse, from the waves of pleasure emanating from her core. Her first reflex was to close her legs, to deny him from torturing her further, but it was no use. He was way too strong, and way too powerful. She was his feast, and no one would get in the way of it.
In the corner of the room sat a sulking figure, his hand gripped firmly around his pulsing cock, a mess of cum in his lap from his three previous orgasms-timed to the second with Iris', something to make him feel connected to her.
He knew her body well, remembered the amount of pressure needed to get her slick and hot, and knew that she could never, ever withstand a vibrating speedster mouth against her clit.
Seeing her writhe in pleasure for a fourth time that night, brought another one of his own to the surface, causing him to whimper as he exploded into his hand.
His eyes traveled from Iris to the man responsible for her pleasure-a mixture of hatred and envy washed over him.
It had been so long since he'd been able to taste her, since his fingers had been able to drown in her reservoir. And since her screams nearly lulled him to sleep, and yet there lay Barry Allen-face parked between her legs, drenched in her fluids, inhaling her unique scent.
Hatred and jealousy, they were so closely linked, he didn't know which one he felt more for the man on Iris's bed.
He watched as Barry crawled up her body and planted a kiss on forehead, no regard for the sweat that had pooled there. Iris reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her mouth to his, savoring the taste of herself on his tongue.
"Mmm, I love you so much," she said as they parted.
"I love you too."
He looked away for the first time that night, feeling like he was intruding on a private moment. Lust was one thing, but Love was something that was lost on him-wasn't it? Surely something that Iris could never feel for him-not this version of him.
Fuck, why had he even agreed to this? He quickly cleaned himself up with the towel next to his chair, and stood up to leave. Surely, she wouldn't miss him, for he'd obviously overstayed his welcome.
Just as he reached the door, she called out to him, sweetly. "Savitar? Come here, babe."
Her voice stopped him dead in his tracks.
He stood there, clutching his fists, fighting the urge to flea, tearing out of the room like a bat out of hell. This was not the first time he'd heard Iris calling to him. The life he'd led as a god came with many lonely nights, and his brain usually worked overtime to fill the void. Many times, his solace manifested itself as the longing voice of the lover he'd known not for centuries. Too many times had he been burned to find out she was just a figment of his imagination. He would not be pulled in-not again, not ever.
"Savitar?" She called out again. He shook his head to himself. This...was real. He could feel the vibrations of her voice in the air, and he knew that she lay on the bed, just feet behind him, ready and wanting. But did she actually want him?
"I need you baby," she moaned.
Like a siren, she lured him towards her.
He sighed deeply and turned-slowly, shifting his body in the direction of her voice, before his feet caught up. There she lay a sight of perfection-propped up on her elbows, legs spread wide, lust so, so apparent in her eyes.
"It's your turn," she said.
But her words didn't move him so she sighed, then sat up and looked over to Barry, who was watching this unfold closely.
They didn't speak, but Savitar knew there was some inaudible communication going on between them. Barry nodded at her, eventually, and she reached back and swept a hand over his face, smiling.
She then turned back to Savitar, who had been watching them.
She could see the envy, the hatred rising up in him.
He, too, used to be able to communicate with her like that. Spending millenia, after millenia being a self-proclaimed speed god had muddied things between them, but it didn't have to stay that way. "We can be like that again," Iris said, scooting to the edge of the bed, attempting to soothe him further.
She would not allow this room to become a war zone. Savitar was there for one reason only: she wanted him there.
So she could experience the present, and Future flash at all once.
She wanted them to bring her to the edge of her sanity - together. But she knew that Barry wouldn't hesitate to take Savitar down if he even blinked out of turn. He'd Granted him permission to play, but make no mistake about it - Iris was his.
She knew it, he knew it, and if Savitar was smart, he would know it too.
But for tonight, he was willing to let her explore what she knew was a dangerous fantasy - even if that meant sharing her. "We can be together again, Savi," Iris nearly purred this time. "
Savitar shuffled in place where he stood, uncomfortable with how Iris was still able to read him after all this time. Ages ago - when he and Barry were indistinguishable- he loved knowing that someone was as in tune with his feelings - his needs, as Iris was.
Now, he just felt vulnerable, way more exposed than he felt comfortable with - especially with Barry in the room. But there was something tantalizing about the way she called to him, made only more so by the fact that his rival was witnessing that, too. And for the first time that night, he felt confident enough to approach Iris. Yes, even gods needed an ego boost from time to time.
Finally standing in front of her, she grinned. She used her hands to pull him closer, looping her fingers in his belt loops, before trailing her fingers down his center. "Thank you for staying, I would have missed you so much." Her touch, her voice, which rang out in a seductive drawl, electrified every cell in his body. It was enough to elicit the start of his fifth erection of the night.
"Would you have missed me?"
"I've missed you for lifetimes," he said, finally, in a voice low and gravely - even for him. "Missing you is what drove me into darkness ," he wanted to say but didn't, because in the time he'd had to reflect, he knew that that pain didn't justify the monster he allowed himself to turn into.
Didn't make up for trying to take her life. And it definitely didn't make him understand how incredibly insane Iris must have been to even be in the same room with him, much less, eager to trust him with her body. But he didn't have to ponder on this line of thought, or the fucked up reality much longer, because she put on that voice again ,that drove him crazy.
"Do you want me?" She purred again, wasting no time undoing and removing his belt, before turning her attention on his button and zipper. She reached inside of his pants, past his boxers, and wrapped her fingers around his cock. "Ooh already hard for me again?"
"Yes," he said, grunting, at the friction of her touch. "Yes. God yes".
He couldn't say that he forgot how it felt for her to hold him in her hands. Those elicit memories of their time together had been etched into his brain, but he never thought that he'd ever again be able to experience her outside of his memories.
She smiled, trailing her fingernails lightly along its length.
It was the exact same shape, and length as Barry's.
Curved a bit to the left.
She kissed the tip of his dick, tasting the aftermath of his orgasms"Sweet. Just like I remember."
She then stood and motioned for Savitar to take her place on the edge of the bed. "Sit, baby."
Savitar obliged her, reluctantly, making brief eye contact with his former self, who was still watching them both like a hawk. He seemed…not angry, but... curious to see where his lover was going with all this. His lover. Pssttt. Barry Allen did not deserve Iris - there was no way he was man enough for her.
"Now, lay back," Iris commanded, snapping her fingers. But Savitar didn't ake to- kindly to being snapped at, scrunching his face. "Please."
Savitar's head hit the bed, and Iris climbed up his body half way.
Maybe it was the lust, or the fact that Barry watching his wife with his dick down her throat was the ultimate revenge, but his uneasiness had faded away.
Iris crawled up the bed, and pushed Savitar's pants and down the rest of the way. His dick was already standing at attention, but she knew that she could get it harder.
Iris lowered her mouth onto Savitar once again, this time taking it all in, straight away. No warning. His dick hit the back of her throat and he sucked in a harsh breath. She gagged, spit spilling from her lips.
Slowly, she let him slip out of her mouth, massaging her saliva into his length. Savitar groaned, pressing his eyes shut. And she took him again, sucking him from tip to balls, over and over.
Iris eventually came up for air, this time her face catching Barry who now seemed more relaxed. She knew he didn't want to admit it, but he was enjoying the view. He sat there, still fully clothed, but his protective stance was gone. He no longer sat waiting to run interference if his evil time remnant got too carried away. He was relaxed, watching the show that was being presented to him. Enjoying it even.
Iris blew a kiss to her husband, satisfied that he was starting to loosen up, then turned her attention back to the speedster underneath her.
His chest and neck were bright red, and he'd actually started to sweat. She loved knowing that only she could bring out that side of him. She took him into her mouth once more, massaging the length of him her mouth couldn't reach, with her hands.
Savitar, unable to take it any longer, grabbed the back of her neck, clenching his firsts together. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum! "
Iris raised her head, wiping her mouth clean. "Not yet."
She did not come this far just for Savitar to finish before she got to ride him. When she had sex with Barry, she'd let him get off the first round in her her mouth. Speedsters had a nearly non existent refractory period, after all. But she had more than one speedster to service tonight, so she wanted to make sure they both got a chance to wear her out.
Iris hopped on top of Savitar, and slid down onto his cock.
Savitar grabbed at her waist and wasted no time thrusting up into her. The sound ofdick slapping wet pussy quickly filled the room, but it was not as nearly loud as her screams.
Savitar's normally green and ice white eye had been darkened by deep seeded carnal lust. She wanted so badly to lean down and kiss him, but she knew that that was going one step too far.
Barry, who'd finally joined in on the fun, had his hand planted firmly around his dick - proof that he was enjoying her performance. But her lips belonged to him, and him alone. That didn't mean that she couldn't still fulfill her need to be closer to Savitar in that moment in other ways. The so-called god of speed would never have admitted it, but he yearned for that closeness, as much as she did. Iris laid her head against his chest, "Fuck, me Savi, fuck me," she cried out in lustful spurts. "More. Harder. Harder. HARDER."
"You sure you want that?" Asked the other man, who was nearing his end.
"Fuck yes!"
Savitar smirked. Iris always did like it rough. When he was still Barry, he remembered vividly her damn near begging him to give her more. Of course, he never obliged her because, while he respected her right to express her most carnal fantasies, the truth of the matter is he knew that, with his speed, he could have easily had hurt her. Self-constraint had to be practiced, religiously. But he wasn't the man he used to be. And knowing that Iris almost expected him to push her boundaries- made the final shreds of hesitation fall away.
In an instant, Iris was on her back, with Savitar's dick planted firmly inside of her. Her legs were pushed into her chest, and over he hovered her lover, a spark of electricity in his eyes. "Remember you asked for this."
