Chapter 18 Wren
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
WREN
Itry not to show my amusement as Sly instructs Elias on how to clean me up, as if I’m unable to do it myself. When I suggested as much, they both vehemently shot me down, declaring it their duty to take care of me.
I wasn't about to complain since my legs felt like jello anyway. So I try to relax as Elias wipes me clean between my legs, but he seems to be stalling, and from the way I can see his cock growing hard again, he’s enjoying this a little too much.
When he glances up at me, he grins, giving me a wink before climbing off our makeshift bed and heading back to the bathroom. I watch him go, but my attention is quickly diverted to Sly as he steps up, standing right by my feet, his arms folded across his chest as his eyes rake over me.
“I hope you’re not getting tired, little vixen, because we’re not done with you yet. Not even close.”
“Oh?” I ask nonchalantly. I am, in fact, tired, but as my eyes dance around the room, seeing all the other eyes on me, I remember that I now have multiple boyfriends. Dios mio, did they expect me to have sex with all of them tonight?
I mean… one part of me, a big part, is like heck yes! But the more rational part of me is telling me I wouldn’t survive it. I’d be exhausted before I got through half of them.
“You look scared,” Sly observes.
I swallow the lump in my throat. “Not scared, just wondering how this is going to work. I’m just one person. And you’re all…. very big,” I explain, making Dex and Pete chuckle.
“True, you might be one person,” he says with a nod. “But you forget, you have multiple holes.”
“Holes?” I ask, my eyebrows raising in surprise. “Wait—Do you mean…”
He grins, and damn, does that make me melt. His smiles are so infrequent that I would do anything to see one on his normally serious lips. It makes me want to pull him close and kiss him.
“Do you remember the first time you gave Pete a blowjob?” I tilt my head in Pete’s direction, and he grins, knowingly. It was a while ago, and it took me a minute to remember. I had been on my hands and knees, with Dex’s mouth on my pussy and Sly’s fingers in my ass.
“Now imagine replacing our hands and mouths with our cocks,” Sly says. I can’t quite understand the logistics of it all, but I get what he's saying. Three of them were gonna take me at once. “Pete, lie down on your back,” Sly tells him. “Naked.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice!” Pete says excitedly, ripping off his clothes and jumping onto the mattress beside me.
He quickly leans over me, pressing his firm chest against mine, and kisses me.
It takes me by surprise at first, but I quickly melt into him as his tongue seems to toy with mine, stroking it, then pulling back before darting forward to do it again.
It drives me crazy, and soon he pulls back with a grin and flops down on his back beside me.
“Come on, angel,” he says, grabbing his cock and stroking it. “Climb on.”
“Jesus, Pete,” Sly says with a sigh. “Get her ready first.”
Sitting up, I wink at Pete, since that kiss was more than enough to have me worked up again.
It’d been way too long since I’d felt him inside me, and I was desperate to feel him.
Glancing at his cock and the precum glistening on the tip, I lean forward and cover the whole thing with my mouth, sucking hard as I bob my head up and down. His hand fists in my hair as he hisses.
I keep going until Sly informs me, “That’s enough. I can smell your arousal from here, little vixen.” I grin, loving the new nickname as I move to straddle Pete, pressing his hard cock up against my folds, using a hand to hold him against me as I rock my hips forward.
He grips my hips tightly. “You know, I thought that striptease was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. But seeing you here, holding my cock with your sexy little garter belt and fishnets on, and nothing else. Fuck, baby. I could come just like this.”
I shake my head once. “Not yet, not until you remind me what it’s like to be fucked by you,” I tell him, feeling brave.
“Fucking shit, angel. Where did you learn to talk like that?”
I shrug, unsure if it’s the porn they had me watch, their own foul mouths, or maybe it’s been in me all along, and they just bring it out.
I push up on my knees and line him up with my entrance, then glance over my shoulder at Sly in question. A pleased look covers his face, and he nods. “Do it,” he commands. I keep eye contact with him as I sink down, both Pete and I groaning with pleasure at the tight fit.
With my fingers digging into his chest, I start to roll my hips forward and back.
Pete encourages me with his hands on my hips, guiding my movements for a few moments until they trail up my body and land on my chest. He squeezes my breasts, making me groan before grazing his thumbs over my peaked nipples.
My hips start to pick up their pace until I feel a warm hand press to my upper back. “Lean forward,” Sly commands, but the voice doesn’t come from behind me, it comes from my side. I glance over my shoulder, finding Jagger kneeling behind me in all his naked glory.
When he sees me looking, he leans forward and kisses me.
I arch my back, sitting more upright as his hands trail around to my front.
Pete lowers his to toy with my clit as Jagger massages my chest. My hips continue rolling against Pete as Jagger kisses me fiercely.
I could come just like this, and Sly must see that and not want it as he breaks us apart with his command.
“Wren, lean forward and kiss Pete. Try not to tense up so Jagger can enter you.”
“You make it sound so clinical,” I tell him with amusement as I start to lean forward. Jagger moves his hands to my back as Pete grips my hips.
“Clinical? How about this?” he asks. “Lean forward and let Pete try to distract you as Jagger takes that virgin little ass of yours.”
I groan loudly as I lean all the way down and kiss Pete. He threads a hand in my hair, holding me against him as I feel something cold run down my ass crack.
“It’s just lube,” Sly tells me. “Do you know why Jagger is the one doing it?” I let out a moan in answer. “Dex gave you your first orgasm, Pete got your first blow job, and I had your virgin pussy first. So now Jagger gets your ass first.”
Jagger thrusts a finger in my ass, making me moan.
“What first of hers do I get?” Elias asks from somewhere in the room.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, pretty boy, but I’m pretty sure it’s your engagement ring she’s still wearing.”
It’s silent for a moment, and I have a feeling they are all staring at my hand. I feel tension start to rise, but am distracted when Jagger pushes in a second finger, making me moan. Elias chuckles. “Fair enough.”
The ring is completely forgotten as Jagger moves his fingers inside me, getting me used to the fullness before adding a third. I whimper against Pete, my nails digging into his chest as I try to stop myself from pulling away.
It’s such a strange feeling. My instinct is to pull away from him, but I also enjoy it; it brings an unusual sort of pleasure pulsing through my core.
When Jagger pulls his fingers out and lines himself up with my ass, I start to grow tense again. Pete must feel it because he reaches between us and starts to circle my clit, pulling his mouth away for a second to tell me, “Relax, baby. It’ll feel so good when we’re both inside you.”
I nod, not able to speak as I try to do as I’m told. The thumb rubbing my clit and Pete’s tongue do a good job of that, and soon Jagger starts pressing inside me.
He takes his time, stopping after each small movement, and just when I think he’s about to drive his dick right through me, I feel his hips touch my ass and sigh in relief.
For almost a minute, neither of them moves, other than Pete’s thumb on my clit and his mouth on mine. Only when Sly instructs, “Okay, you can start to fuck her now, slowly to begin with,” do they move. Jagger pulls partway out before slowly thrusting forward, pressing me harder onto Pete’s cock.
I whimper, and he does it again. Each time he pulls back, my hips have me pulling back from Pete, so when Jagger slams into me, it fills me fully with them both. And after a few tentative movements, he no longer moves gently. Jagger’s fingers dig into my hips as he thrusts hard against me.
I cry out, the pleasure so incredible I can’t even tell where I end and they begin. I’m ready to come, but Sly starts barking out instructions I’m only half aware of, and suddenly Dex is kneeling at my side, hard cock in hand as he grins down at me.
“Hi, baby.”
I pull my mouth from Pete and lick my lips.
“That’s it,” Sly commands. “Let Dex fuck your mouth.”
I just have to do a small rotation of my upper body to reach him, and he threads his fingers through the hair behind my head and takes control of the movement. I open wide as he pulls me onto him, and we both groan as he presses all the way in, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.
“Whoops, sorry, baby,” he says sheepishly before pulling back.
He holds me still as my hips do all the movement, and he does a better job at stopping before the back of my throat.
I use my tongue to rub the length of his cock as he moves in and out, and quickly find it hard to concentrate on that when Jagger is still thrusting into me.
“Good girl,” Sly tells me, the praise making me groan. “Look at you, letting us fill all your holes at once. Such a dirty little girl, aren't you?”
“Our dirty girl,” Pete grits out, sounding like he’s ready to come any second.
“Pete, you sound desperate,” Sly says, sounding amused.
“I am, I don’t think I can last much longer.”
“What about you, Jagger?” He lifts a hand, and I assume he signs something to Sly because he hums in approval. “And Dex? How about you?”
“I’ve been ready to come for weeks,” he says, making me chuckle around him. His fingers tighten in my hair.