Chapter 27 Wren #3
His cock is still inside of me. He’s not as hard anymore, but it’s still hard enough to make me moan as we shift into place. I lift my head and blink my eyes open. He cups the side of my face, his thumb stroking my cheek, making me smile. “Hi.”
He gives me a little smile that makes mine grow.
“I love seeing you smile. It looks good on you.” He kisses the tip of my nose, and I giggle.
“You seem relaxed, calm.” He nods as if agreeing with that assessment.
“I like this look on you. Once we’re done with all this Ivan stuff, I hope you look like this all the time. ”
At the mention of his father’s name, his eyes darken a fraction, then he leans forward and kisses me. Again, he takes his time, his tongue exploring every inch of mine as our hands start to roam each other’s bodies.
Slowly, his hips start to move, and I feel him start to harden. It’s a new sensation, literally feeling his arousal growing inside of me, and it has my hips moving on their own.
The bed dips behind me, and we both look over my shoulder to see Sly with one knee on the bed, in only his boxers.
“I came in to check on you two.” His eyes bounce between us, then move down my body to where Jagger is slowly thrusting into me.
The corner of his mouth twitches in amusement.
“I can see you’re doing just fine in here. ”
He looks at Jagger as he asks, “Did you make it clear that she’s free to express however she’s feeling in the moment?” His eyes move to me, and he continues, “That she can be brazen or shy, and we’ll love her just the same?”
Jagger’s nose runs up and down the side of my neck in a nod, and I lick my lips as I stare at Sly’s unwavering gaze. Jagger’s hips thrust a little harder, and a moan escapes my lips, making Sly’s eyes darken with arousal.
“Maybe I should help reinforce the lesson. What do you think?” he asks, his eyes meeting Jagger’s. I assume Jagger nods because suddenly, Sly is shoving his boxers down and grabbing a bottle of lube from the side table.
Who put that there?
That thought is gone as quickly as it enters my head when Sly starts stroking his cock. He’s a little longer than Jagger, but thinner, and as he climbs on the bed behind me, I suddenly realize where he means to put it.
I suck in a breath of surprise as he grins down at me. Damn, these two are killing me today with their smiles.
Jagger pulls my face back to him and starts kissing me again. This time, he’s not as gentle. I’m not sure if it’s a means to distract me, but it does just that. Between his thrusting hips and dominating tongue, I almost don’t notice Sly moving to lie down at my back.
I’m quickly reminded of his presence, though, when he slides a lubed finger into my ass, making me cry out against Jagger, who’s now flicking one of my nipples.
I find it hard to focus on any one thing when so much is happening at once.
It’s overwhelming and perfect as I try to figure out what to focus on.
Sly makes that call for me when he removes his finger and nudges the end of his cock in.
My fingers tighten against Jagger as Sly whispers, “Easy now, relax for me.” I take a deep breath, then try to do as he says, focusing on Jagger’s finger instead.
“Good girl,” Sly whispers against my neck, kissing me right below my ear as he slowly pushes in.
I whimper, and Sly keeps whispering to me through it. “Shh, shh, that’s it. That’s my good girl. Yes, see how perfect you are for me. For us.”
His words help to build my arousal and forget about the slight pain of him pressing in. And once he’s fully inside, they both hold still, letting me get used to being filled by them. Jagger continues kissing me while Sly sucks and nibbles at my neck.
It only takes a minute or two for the tight pressure to shift from the edge of pain to pleasure. And suddenly, I need them to move more than anything else. I move my hips between them, trying to show them what I want, and Sly chuckles against my skin.
“Hold still, little bird. Let us move. You just stay still and enjoy it.” My core pulses with delight at his words as both he and Jagger place a hand on my hip and hold me still.
Sly pulls out, then, as he pushes back in, Jagger pulls out. They alternate their thrusts, and it feels incredible, my mind not knowing where they end and I begin, as if we are all one in this moment.
My core clenches the more they move, and I’m a moaning mess within a few minutes.
Jagger slides his hand down to my clit, rubbing it in firm circles, and I cry out, pulling my mouth from him so I can pull in more air.
It feels like I’m running a marathon; my entire body is covered in a sheen of sweat, as if I’m the one doing all the work, not them.
Sly surprises me by biting down on my neck, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to shock my system and unleash my orgasm.
I scream as wave after wave of pleasure roll through my body from my core all the way up to where he’s latched onto my neck.
I can feel his tongue stroking my skin between his teeth, and it’s the strangest thing I’ve ever felt.
There’s a small amount of pain where his teeth are, but the way he moves his tongue and sucks on my skin is adding to my release as I cry out, my hand reaching back to sink my fingers into his leg, to hold him to me.
That action helps him find his own release as he grunts, his hips jerking and his teeth biting down a tad harder.
I press my lips back to Jagger and help him find his own release.
It doesn’t take him more than a few thrusts before he’s there, pumping his cum into me and adding to his first load that we never cleaned up from.
I feel both their bodies relax, along with mine, as we seem to melt into the mattress, just the sound of our heavy breathing filling the room. I’m not sure how long we stay like that, only interrupted when Pete’s loud voice calls out, “Alright, lovebirds, come and get it! Breakfast is ready!”
“Oh no,” Sly groans into my neck. “I hope he wasn’t the one cooking.” I giggle, knowing that Pete might be the worst cook of the lot of them. But at least he was trying to learn.
So what if the pancakes are a bit too black? And the eggs are slightly too runny? I’ll eat them all anyway because I appreciate the effort, even if I do spend the next hour in the bathroom vomiting from eating undercooked eggs.