Chapter 6 Wren #2
The second it touches the back of my throat, he pulls back until he’s almost all the way out, then pushes in again, holding my chin the whole time. There is something incredibly erotic about the movement, and it gets me just as worked up as what Pete is doing.
My entire body grows warm, and I know I’m seconds away from coming, but Pete manages to keep his mouth away from my clit, which is where I need to be touched to send me over the edge.
I try to reach down to give myself the pressure I need, but Sly is suddenly there, standing by my head, grabbing my hand and pulling it back toward him.
“Uh, uh, uh. No touching, little bird. Your orgasms belong to us, remember?”
I moan around Jagger, as it’s the only thing I’m capable of doing right now.
Sly just stands there watching my mouth with heat filling his eyes.
Occasionally, his gaze drops to my breasts or to where Pete is attached to me, and my eyes dip to the bulge that seems to be getting bigger and bigger between his legs.
Since he’s still holding my wrist, and my hand is dangling right in front of his crotch, I stretch my fingers and run them up his shaft. I feel it jerk in response as his eyes widen, dropping to my hand before looking at me in question.
I try to lift an eyebrow, but I can’t move them independently, so I’m sure it comes off a little strange.
When he doesn’t react, I repeat the movement.
His grip eases up, allowing me more freedom, and when I squeeze him through his pants, he grunts, resting one hand on the armrest above me as he hunches forward.
“You want to touch me, little bird?”
I moan, trying to nod around Jagger, but he doesn’t slow his thrusts to allow me to speak; if anything, he moves even faster.
“Fuck, Wren. You taste amazing,” Pete grunts out, coming up for a moment of air before diving right back in, his tongue thrusting in time with Jagger’s thrusts. I moan, as my nipples tighten and my core edges closer and closer to that blessed peak.
Sly undoes his pants, and the second he pulls his cock free, I reach out to squeeze it, wanting him to feel even a fraction of the arousal I’m feeling right now.
He grunts in response, and I move my thumb to spread the bead of precum leaking out over his shaft, using it to help my hand glide up and down.
With my head turned to the side, it’s a little hard to see what I’m doing, but I do my best to use my tongue on Jagger while my hand pleasures Sly.
I’m not sure that I’m very good at it, but I’m not sure they care.
Jagger reaches out to flick my nipple, and my free hand grabs the back of his thigh, holding him tightly as I feel my release coming quickly.
Suddenly, Pete pulls his mouth off me as he asks, “Are you ready to come, angel?”
Jagger lets me pull my mouth free as I exclaim, “God, yes! Please, Peter!”
“Okay, I’ll make you come,” he says as his thumb ever so lightly skims my throbbing clit. “But first, you need to promise that you belong to me.”
“To us,” Sly adds.
Pete nods, his eyes glued to mine. “To all four of us. No matter what happens with you and Elias, I want you to remember that we aren’t going anywhere, that we belong to you and you to us.”
I nod my head, more than happy to agree with the very thing I’ve been looking for since I met them, confirmation of what we mean to each other.
“I want to hear your words, angel,” he says, teasing my clit again before he slowly thrusts three fingers inside me. I gasp, and he continues. “Tell me you’re my girlfriend.”
“I’m yours!” I gasp, desperate for release.
“And mine,” Sly adds.
“All of ours,” Pete says, his eyes flicking to Jagger, not knowing we already solidified our connection.
“Yes! I’m yours, and you’re all mine.”
Pete smirks in approval as his fingers increase their pace and he drops his mouth, latching onto my clit and sucking hard.
I scream as my release explodes from me.
My head is turned sideways, and Jagger shoves his dick into my mouth, silencing me.
My scream turns into a moan as they work my body for everything it’s worth, Jagger’s hand on my breast, Pete’s fingers inside me, and his mouth…
. A mouth that doesn’t seem to want to quit.
I moan, and Jagger’s hand squeezes me harder as he loses his rhythm. He tries to pull out, but I’m desperate to know what it feels like and tastes like when he comes inside my mouth, so I dig my nails into his thigh and hold him to me.
His eyes widen before rolling back in his head as I feel his release shoot to the back of my throat. I quickly swallow, not wanting to choke on it, and it tastes just like I remember. No way was that only this morning I was licking his release off my fingers?
When he finishes, he pulls out just as Sly covers the end of his dick and grunts out, his seed spilling out between his fingers as he hunches over. I watch his face and notice he almost looks like he’s in pain when he comes.
“Does it hurt?” I ask, wondering if a man’s orgasm is different than a woman's.
“Hurts so good,” Pete moans. My head turns to him, and my eyes widen, watching him jerk himself over me, spraying me between the legs with his release.
My jaw drops open, not quite believing he just did that, or how hot it is. It reminds me of some of the porn we watched.
“Don’t be a fool, Pete,” Sly says angrily, chastising him.
“What? She liked it! Didn’t you, Wren?” I nod my head as Sly literally growls.
“You need to be more careful! She’s not on birth control!”
His eyes widen in shock as he looks down at me. “Oh shit, sorry Wren.”
He quickly scoops me up and hurries me off to the bathroom to clean me off with his pants hanging around his knees. I giggle as he waddles, and he shoots me a knowing look. “What are you giggling about?”
“You look like a penguin.”
He tries not to smile but can’t help himself. We’re quick to clean up in the bathroom, and none too soon, because as soon as we’re all fully dressed and back on the couch, Dex and Elias barge through the door carrying armfuls of food.
Dex smiles at us, having no idea what we just got up to. “Who’s ready for dinner?”