Chapter 35 #2
“Jesus, Sparkle.” Sylus chuckles from his spot behind me. “Fucking stop mistreating your nipples like that!” His thumbs brush over the still-burning skin with a touch that’s somehow soothing and maddening all at once. “Better?”
A shiver runs through me as his thumbs circle slow, featherlight patterns. “Mmm…”
“Good,” he murmurs, leaning in until his lips brush my ear. “Because I’m not stopping until you’re trembling for me.”
Then Sylus makes quick work of my sweatpants with a little help from me before his hand slides down my stomach, his fingers teasing the waistband of my G-string.
A moan slips from my lips as he pushes the fabric aside, his fingers gliding through the wetness pooling between my thighs. He groans, his forehead pressing into the crook of my shoulder. “So ready for us, aren’t you?”
I nod, my breath hitching as he circles my clit with teasing precision. My hips roll instinctively, chasing the pressure, but he pulls back just enough to drive me wild. “Patience, baby.”
His other hand is still on my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple, and my body arches into his touch, a helpless sound escaping me.
Sylus glances over at Ace, who’s watching us with intense, quiet hunger.
“Hey, Ric,” he drawls. “Think you could give me a hand here? Or rather, tongue?”
Ace’s eyes flick to mine, searching for permission. At the same time, Koen asks, “Color?”
“Green,” I pant out, my pulse pounding in anticipation.
Ace moves toward us, dropping to his knees in front of me. Then his hands slide up my thighs, and he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my G-string, pulling it off while his ice-blue eyes are intently on me.
Fuck.
“All right, Sparkle baby,” Sylus drawls as he puts my legs over his knees, spreading me wide. “Let’s show Ric how you like it.”
The retort is on the tip of my tongue, that Ace knew how I liked it long before Sylus, but the words dissolve into nothing as Ace moves in. His mouth replaces Sylus’s fingers with a confidence that steals my breath, the first stroke of his tongue over my clit sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
A gasp tears from my throat as my fingers curl into his hair, and Sylus’s arms tighten around me, holding me steady.
“Yeah, just like that, Ric,” he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. “A little slower now. Make her squirm.”
Ace follows his instructions to perfection, his tongue moving in slow strokes that make my toes curl. My body trembles as the pleasure builds, and Sylus’s fingers tweak my nipples, adding layers to the sensation until it’s as if I’m about to unravel.
“That’s it,” Sylus encourages. “Feel how she’s trembling? She’s close.”
Ace hums against me, and my hips jerk involuntarily, chasing that edge of bliss that teeters just out of reach. He nips at my clit, and I shatter, my body arching, a cry ripping from my throat as pleasure detonates through me.
Ace’s movements slow, but Sylus’s voice cuts through the haze. “Don’t stop. When she comes, that’s when you wrap your arms around her thighs and show no mercy.”
Ace does just that, grabbing my thighs and returning to me, merciless and thorough. His tongue and lips drag out every pulse and tremor until I’m a trembling mess in Sylus’s arms.
“Wait,” I whimper, weakly tugging at Ace’s hair. “Too much.”
Ace pulls back immediately, his eyes wide with concern, his lips glistening as he looks up at me. “Shit, you all right?”
Sylus chuckles softly, his hand brushing damp strands of hair from my face. “Oh, she’s more than all right. Sparkle doesn’t break that easily.”
I sag back against Sylus, my breaths still coming in shallow bursts, but the pounding in my chest is already steadying.
Ace rises to his feet, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “You’re sure you’re okay, Trouble?”
“More than okay.” I close my eyes and let out a soft laugh.
“Color?”
“Green.” My eyes flutter open to meet Koen’s steady gaze. “So fucking green.”
“Good girl,” he purrs. “Ready for more?”
The challenge in his voice makes my pulse quicken again, and I sit up straighter, the lingering haze of bliss replaced by fresh anticipation. “Always…”
Koen turns to Nicholas. “Lose the clothes, Nico.”
Nicholas swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he hesitates before reaching for the hem of his shirt. He peels it off, revealing the smooth planes of his chest. His jeans and boxers follow, pooling at his feet, and he kicks them off along with his socks.
When he straightens, he’s bare, his beautiful cock already hard and leaking.
My messy boy.
Koen’s gaze slides back to me, a dark smirk curling his lips. “How about you take him first since he likes you awake?”
Heat surges through me as I get up from Sylus’s lap and walk toward Nicholas, giving him a gentle push when I reach him.
He falls back into the armchair behind him, his heartbeat thudding rapidly beneath my fingertips as I follow him, straddling his lap.
His hands grip the armrests, and my knees sink into the plush cushion on either side of his hips.
When his cock presses against my core, a whimper escapes him.
“You want me?”
“God, y-yes,” he shudders out.
I reach between us, stroking him and guiding him to my entrance.
Then, I sink down slowly, inch by inch. The stretch is exquisite—he fills me so well that my toes curl.
Nicholas’s head falls back, a broken moan escaping his lips as his hands come up to grip my waist, holding on as if he might shatter.
I roll my hips, setting a slow, torturous rhythm. His eyes flutter closed, his jaw slackens, and the sight of him surrendering to me sends a thrill through my veins. “That’s it.” My fingers thread through his hair. “Let me ride you.”
His eyes snap open, glazed with desire, and his hands tremble as they explore my body, gliding up to my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my nipples. I moan, my head falling back as a wave of pleasure rolls through me. “You’re doing so good for me.” I gasp out. “Such a good boy.”
“Fuck, I want to be her good boy, too,” comes from Sylus, but I ignore him.
Nicholas presses kisses along my throat. “You feel… so perfect.”
I cup his face, guiding his gaze back to mine. “Touch me, Nico.”
His hand slips between us, his fingers finding my clit while his eyes stay locked on mine as he moves beneath me, his hips rising to meet each roll of mine. “God, you’re so beautiful.”
I arch my back, grinding down harder, relishing the way his cock fills me so perfectly, hitting all the right places. His fingers on my clit press firmer now, his movements more confident as he matches the rhythm of my hips. A low moan escapes me, and I dig my nails into his shoulders for leverage.
“Damn, pretty boy. Didn’t know you could look so fucking desperate. You’re holding back, aren’t you? Go on. Give in.” Sylus chuckles, but we both ignore him.
“You feel that?” I pant, leaning down so my lips brush his ear. “Feel how you’re making me fall apart?”
His breath stutters as his restraint slips, his control unraveling with every sound I make, every desperate grind of my body against his.
“Fuck,” he groans out, his hips bucking and driving his length deeper.
My thighs burn, but my pace doesn’t falter. I ride him harder, chasing the climax that’s just out of reach. The hand on my hip slides up my spine until it’s tangling in my hair, pulling me into a desperate kiss that steals my breath.
It’s consuming, the heat of everyone’s gaze on me, the nervous anticipation of what’s to come. Nicholas tightens his hold in my hair, and my legs start to tremble. I break the kiss, needing breath, and I bite my lip, my nails raking down his chest. Red marks trail in their wake, claiming him.
“Yes…” I gasp, my body trembling. “Just like that.”
He slides his hands under my arms only to hold my shoulders, controlling my movement. His thrusts become erratic as I tighten around him, riding him harder, faster, chasing that edge.
And then I fall.
Pleasure crashes through me, my walls clenching around him, making me cry out. Nicholas’s body stiffens beneath me, his breath catching as he follows me over the edge. He groans, his hips jerking up as he spills inside me, his fingers gripping me so firmly it will probably bruise, but I don’t care.
I collapse onto his chest, panting. When I catch my breath, I press a kiss to his pecs, whispering, “You’re perfect.” A shy, breathless smile curls his lips as I brush my thumb over his lower one, my gaze locking onto his. “Now, be good and clean up the mess you made for the others.”
A sharp inhale comes from Koen, and then there’s the unmistakable sound of someone stroking himself.
Nicholas’s cheeks flush, but he nods. Then he holds me to his chest as he stands, turning me so he can lay me down on the chair.
He sinks to his knees between my thighs, and I open them farther to give him better access.
Nicholas’s tongue flicks out to taste our joint release, and the first swipe makes me shudder, my fingers threading through his hair.
He licks me slowly, reverently, cleaning every trace of himself. When he’s done, he lifts his head, his gaze locked onto mine as he opens his mouth. A trail of cum glistens on his tongue.
“Give it to me.” He pushes himself up and leans in, his lips brushing mine as he lets it drip onto my tongue. I eagerly swallow, kissing him deeply and tasting the mingling of us. “Such a good boy.”
A chorus of low groans echoes around the room, and I lift my gaze past Nicholas to see Sylus, Koen, and Ace standing behind him. They’re all naked now, their cocks hard and eyes blazing with heat.
“Why the fuck was that so hot?” Sylus breathes out.
“Right?” Koen nods, a dark smile playing on his lips. “I love the way they play.”
Ace doesn’t say anything, but the intensity in his eyes speaks volumes.
I smile, my heart pounding, my body still thrumming with pleasure as Nicholas stands and pulls me up.
“Well, boys,” I say teasingly. “Who’s next?”