Chapter 33 Wren #2
“Sly!” I crawl to the edge of the bed just in time to see Jagger punch Sly in the ribs. “Jagger!” His head whips to me, and I shake my head frantically. “What are you doing? Don’t hurt him!”
He narrows his eyes and signs something so fast I can’t decipher it.
“Go slower, I don’t understand.”
He takes a breath and repeats, slower this time.
“He was taking advantage of you.”
I shake my head. “No, he wasn’t. I was pushing him. It’s my fault, not his!”
His eyes dance between mine until Sly’s hand shoots out, grabbing him around the throat.
“I wasn’t going to fuck her, Jag!” Sly growls out from beneath him as he tries to push him off his body.
“You weren’t?” I ask in surprise.
“No.”
“Then what were you gonna do?” I look at him expectantly, and Jagger raises one eyebrow as if daring him to lie.
“I was gonna help you.”
I frown. “Help me how?”
“Wren… You’re so fucking wet I can smell you from here.” My knees snap together as heat floods my face.
“What? I—” I cut myself off, unsure how to respond to such an embarrassing statement.
“Have you had an orgasm since the one with Dex a week ago?”
Despite the hand still clutched around his throat, Jagger turns to look at me as if he wants to know the answer, too.
“You know I haven’t.”
“You haven’t touched yourself in the shower? Made yourself come on those pretty little fingers?”
My eyes widen at his brashness. I’ve never even imagined such a thing. “I don’t… I mean, I didn’t realize I could.”
“You can’t.” Jagger whips his head back to Sly and raises a fist as if to punch him. “Wait! Jagger, let me explain for Christ’s sake!”
Jagger just keeps his fist raised and waits, as if what Sly has to say will determine if he’ll hit him or not.
This time, he addresses Jagger instead of me.
“Her orgasms belong to us. Do you really want her sneaking off to the bathroom when she’s needy instead of asking you for relief?
” Jagger’s hand slowly lowers as Sly continues.
“I know you want her to have a choice in everything, but do you really think what I’m suggesting is a bad thing for her?
She has four men willing to make her come on queue.
She doesn’t need to touch herself; we’ll give her what she needs. ”
Jagger stares him down for a moment before signing two words. “Show her.”
Sly releases his neck as Jagger stands and turns to face me. I’m kneeling on the bed, and as if he’s only just noticing my state of undress, his eyes travel down my body, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Beautiful.” I blush at the compliment, hoping the darkness hides my face.
Jagger steps aside and lets Sly approach. I shiver with excitement and nervousness as he reaches up and cups my cheek, just as a loud, long whistle rings out by the door.
“My, my, my, what did we miss?” Pete asks as he moves closer.
“Is the house secure?” Sly asks, without taking his eyes off of me.
“Yep, there’s no basement, and everything is locked up tight.”
“Good.”
“What’s going on in here? Are you playing strip the birdie without me?” Dex asks as all four move to surround the end of the bed where I’m still kneeling.
My hands clench into fists at my sides, unsure what to do or where to look. Sly reaches out and grips my chin, turning my head back to look at him as he explains, “I was just about to show Wren why she’ll never need to touch herself.”
“Fuck yes,” Pete says, sounding excited.
“That is, if she’s been a good girl.” Sly studies my face for a moment, and I lick my lips in anticipation. “Tell me, Wren. Have you been a good girl? Have you been keeping up with your lessons?”
“L-lessons?” I search my brain trying to figure out what he means.
“Yes, the lessons I’ve been leaving on your phone for you.”
I gasp, my eyes widening in shock. “That was you?”
He nods slowly. “Yes, did you read them all?”
“I-I think so, yes.”
“Good girl.” Every time he says that, my core tingles, and I grow wetter between my thighs. I have no idea why that’s so arousing; all I know is that I crave hearing those words from him. From any of them. “Are you still on your period?”
My cheeks heat, and I shake my head. “Not anymore.”
“Good. Now, tell me what part of your lessons were you most intrigued by?”
“Umm… I’m not sure.”
“Then tell me the first thing that comes to mind that interests you.”
A particular image I’ve seen both on my phone and on TV comes to mind, and I quickly blurt out, “The blow job.”
“Fucking hell,” Pete groans as the bed shifts from the impact of him sitting down hard. “I’m gonna come in my pants just hearing her say those words.”
“What is it about that that intrigues you?” Sly asks, ignoring Pete.
“Well… it says it’s really pleasurable for the man, and I’m interested to know what it… um… tastes like.”
Pete groans as Sly’s thumb gently caresses my cheek. “You want to do it because it would bring us pleasure?” I nod, and his expression softens. “Pete, undress and kneel by the pillows.”
“Fuck, yes!” I hear him rushing to take his clothes off as Sly keeps me looking at him.
“Did you read about double penetration?” I nod, my eyes wide with nerves and anticipation. “Triple penetration?” I nod again, and he offers me the barest hint of a smile. “I can see it in your eyes, you want that, don’t you? Three of us filling your holes at the same time?”
I nod, and his smile turns a little deeper. “We can’t do that tonight. It will take time to get you ready. But we can start prepping your body to take ours.” He looks over to Jagger as he adds, “We’ll make sure she’s fully ready.” He nods in agreement, then Sly spins me around on my knees.
Even though it's dark in here, there’s no missing Pete kneeling at the other end of the bed, completely naked, with his hand fisted around his hard cock.
“Dios Mio!"
Sly embraces me from behind, kissing below my ear as I stare wide-eyed at a grinning Pete. “Your brother isn’t here, little bird. You can swear in English if you want.”
I ignore him, transfixed as Pete strokes himself, my wide eyes watching the movement with rapt fascination.
“I’m going to explain what’s going to happen, so you don’t have to worry, okay?” Sly says quietly near my ear before his teeth graze over my earlobe. My core pulses with need. Who knew that was an erogenous zone? Well, I did, thanks to one of my lessons. I just hadn’t believed it until now.
“You’re going to get on your hands and knees and crawl over to Pete. He’s going to feed you his cock and guide your movements. Relax your throat, use lots of tongue, and avoid your teeth.”
I nod as I try to pull away and do just that, but he hugs me tighter against him.
“Then Dex is going to lie on his back and stick his head between your thighs and use that monster tongue of his to lick your tempting little pussy. After that, I’m going to use these fingers—” He holds two out in front of my mouth.
“Suck.” I wrap my mouth around them, and he continues.
“—to stretch out your tight little ass.”
A small moan escapes me as I suck his fingers deep into my mouth.
“Good girl. Now use more tongue—That’s it, that’s my good girl.” He hums in approval as I swirl my tongue around his fingers like a lollipop.
He pulls them out and releases his hold on me. “Now I want you to crawl over to Pete, just like I said, and do exactly what you just did to my fingers, to his cock.”
Instantly, I drop to all fours and crawl over to a very impatient Pete.
I lick my lips as I get closer and get a better view of the hard cock he’s been stroking.
It’s still very dark, but up close I can see it much better.
It’s a bit intimidating, if I’m being honest, but it’s a challenge I’m up for.
“How do I start?” I whisper to Pete, not wanting to do it wrong.
He holds it out toward me. “Lick it.” I lick the tip, which glistens with a liquid I’ve learned is called precum.
It’s not as unpleasant as I thought it would be, so I lick him again.
I run my tongue up the side of his shaft and am intrigued by the texture of his soft skin covering something so hard.
Deciding I want to feel more of it, I use my hand to pull his off and replace it with my own.
He groans as I wrap my hand around him and gently squeeze.
“Angel, I’m supposed to be taking control here, not you.”
“Oh, right. Sorry,” I say, letting him go.
“No, don’t you dare apologize for wanting to touch me. It’s fucking hot.” I lick my lips as he holds it out to me again. “You want to suck it now, angel?”
I nod, and he uses his other hand to thread through my hair at the side of my head. “Open wide.”
I do as he asks, and he slowly pushes himself into my mouth.
I try to remember what Sly said and keep my teeth away from him as my tongue explores his length.
When he touches the back of my throat, he pulls back a few inches and then pushes in again.
He repeats this, getting a little faster with each thrust.
Someone unfastens my bra, and I press my legs together as heat pools between my thighs. The straps are pushed over my shoulders until my bra drops to the bed beneath me. Instantly, I feel the air caress my chest, and my nipples tighten with arousal.
Fingers hook into the side of my panties, and they’re slowly pulled down over my hips. Someone taps my ass, and I squeak around Pete’s dick in surprise.
“Spread those creamy thighs, baby,” Dex tells me, and I do as he says. My panties are lowered down my legs, then they lift each leg, one at a time, until the panties are gone.
I’m thankful for the surrounding darkness right now, because I can feel my arousal literally dripping down my thighs.
“Don’t get distracted,” Sly tells me, and I refocus on Pete’s hard cock in my mouth, my tongue trying to touch as much of him as possible.
“Mmm, fuck yeah, angel. You’re so good at that.”