Chapter 33 Wren #3
I feel movement between my legs, and I close my eyes, picturing Dex lying there just as his hands come up and grip my ass, pulling me down to his face as my knees spread wide.
The second his tongue licks up through my folds, I let out a muffled scream. I did not expect it to feel like that. I knew oral sex could be pleasurable for both men and women, thanks to Sly’s lessons, but I had no idea exactly what it would feel like. It’s ten times better than dry humping.
I feel his thick tongue press inside of me and let out a continual stream of moans around Pete’s cock.
Dex moans against my clit, and my hips start thrusting against him, unable to stay still.
That only seems to make him moan louder, and just when I think I’m going to come, someone slaps my ass, and I yelp.
“Not yet, Wren. I’m not done with you,” Sly says ominously.
Dex’s hands shift on my ass until his fingers are facing each other down my crack, then he spreads my cheeks as I recall what Sly said he was going to do.
Nerves fill me as I remember reading about this. Not all women enjoy it. But when done right, it can be euphoric. I have a feeling anything these guys do to me would feel like that.
Sly’s finger starts to rub slow circles around my back hole, and I gasp, not expecting it to feel that arousing.
Dex picks up his pace again, his tongue thrusting in and out as Pete raises a second hand to my head, now holding me in his full grasp as he stares down at me with fire in his eyes, his hips thrusting forward and backward as he takes my mouth.
One of Sly’s fingers presses into me, and my body tenses with the intrusion.
“Shh. Just relax, little bird, let your body accept me in. Focus on the others.” I do as he says, and I feel the moment my body stops tensing as he pushes in all the way to his knuckle.
I whimper at the strange sensation, liking it, but the unfamiliar feeling has my body tensing.
He slowly pulls it back, just a little, then pushes it back in.
He repeats this over and over until my body doesn’t just accept it, it starts to crave it.
He pulls back further and further, and soon I find myself craving that as much as I’m craving Dex’s tongue.
Sly pulls all the way out before adding in a second finger, slowly. Again, my body tries to reject it, but I remember what he said and force my body to relax, letting him slip all the way in. “That’s my good girl,” Sly whispers before pulling his hand back and pushing in again. “Mmm, very good.”
He starts to increase his movement, and I get lost in the sensation of rocking between the three of them. My body eagerly accepts them all, but I also feel like I’m wound so tight that if I’m unable to release this tension soon, I might just explode.
“Look,” Pete whispers. I open my eyes and see Jagger resting on his elbow beside me. He gives me a tiny wink before he wiggles down the bed, and I lose sight of him. But I instantly know where he’s gone when his hands wrap around my breasts.
I gasp around Pete. Nobody has ever touched me there before, and I am shocked by how arousing it is. I don’t think I read anything about that in my lessons. His thumbs stroke over my nipples, and I whimper with the assault. I want to come so badly, and I can feel I’m really close.
One of his thumbs moves away, but before I can mourn its loss, I feel something wet replace it. When he sucks my nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over my peak, I explode.
I scream around Pete’s cock as my body shakes and convulses.
I would have fallen if it weren’t for multiple strong hands holding me up.
What feels like liquid fire shoots through my veins, engulfing every part of me, from the tips of my fingers to the ends of my toes.
It seems to go on and on, way longer than my last one, and I might even black out for a moment.
When I finally start to come down, Pete quickly pulls himself from my mouth and tries to cover the end of his cock as he comes in his hand. His cum shoots out through his fingers, and he grunts as if in pain, barely able to stay on his knees.
I hear panting and grunts around the room, and before I can move, Jagger scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the bathroom.
I manage to get a peek at Sly, who looks like he also came in his own hand.
Dex sits up and licks his mouth, smirking as he watches me being carried away.
I’m not sure whether he came or not, but he sure looks satisfied.
Jagger sets me down on the vanity and finds a small towel, wetting it and gently cleaning my entire body.
“Thank you for taking care of me.” I stroke my hand down his cheek, and he nuzzles into it. “Can I take care of you?” He tilts his head, and I boldly point between his legs. “You know, down there?”
He gives me a soft smile and shakes his head, then he lifts his hands to sign.
“I’m okay.”
“Next time?” I sign back.
“Sure, tiny flame. Next time.” He scans my body for a moment as if assessing me. “Are you okay? That wasn’t too much for you?”
“I loved it,” I sign to him.
He smiles and signs back, “And I love you.”
I open my mouth to reply, but he shoves a toothbrush in, silencing me. I can’t believe he just said that! First Pete, now him? It was unbelievable to think they felt the same way about me that I did about them.
As soon as I finish brushing my teeth, he scoops me up and carries me back to the bed and to an awaiting Dex.
“Come snuggle me, cuddle bug.” He sits up and motions me over to him. When Jagger sets me down, Dex lifts up a T-shirt for me, and I raise my arms, but he freezes with the shirt held over our heads as his wide eyes stare at my chest.
“Holy fucking shit, baby. Those are magnificent.” I bite my lip and giggle as he shakes his head and pulls the shirt over me. “Better cover them up before I do something inappropriate.”
“Like what?”
“Like shove my dick between them until I come all over your face.”
A garbled sound escapes me, not expecting him to say anything like that.
“Is that even possible?” I whisper as I get situated beside him.
He laughs and nods, lying down and pulling my head on his chest. “Oh yeah. Definitely. I’ve never done it before, but I could definitely get off on those puppies.”
“You’re so crass,” Sly says as he and Pete enter the room.
“Angel, Jagger, and I will be in the two rooms across the hall; there’s not enough room in here for all of us, okay?”
“Oh. Will you guys be okay on your own? Won’t you be lonely?”
He crawls onto the bed and kisses me fiercely.
“I’ll be missing you like crazy. But after nine months on a tiny cot in a cell with these three, and the past few weeks always sharing a bed, I don’t mind getting the chance to stretch out for a change.
I’d rather sleep beside you, but I can share…
for now.” I look over to Jagger, who nods as if agreeing with Pete.
“We’ll be fine, angel. Get some rest, it’s late. ”
He gives me another quick kiss, then Jagger takes his place, giving me a much more gentle kiss. When he pulls back, I try to speak. “Jagger, I—” He places his finger over my lips, silencing me, then stands and exits the room.
Sly climbs into bed as Dex pulls me back against him. Then he leans over, grabs something from the other side, and pulls the blanket down, revealing our feet.
When I see what he’s holding, I huff out a laugh. “Really, Dex? Still?”
He nods as he goes about wrapping the furry cuff around both our ankles, securing us together. “I’d lose my shit if something happened to you while I was sleeping right here.”
He pulls the blanket over us and nudges me back to his chest as Sly curves himself around my back.
He’s made me wear it every night since I was taken.
If he’s not in the bed with me, it goes on someone else's ankle.
At first, I complained, saying I might need to use the bathroom, but they all agreed I had to wake them if I did, since getting up in the night is how I ended up being kidnapped in the first place.
I snuggle closer to Dex, silently grateful for his leash as he kisses the top of my head. We both sigh in contentment as I grow sleepy.
We all take a few deep breaths as we get settled. Sly’s hand moves to my hip, his mouth pressed against my neck as he tells me, “You did really well, little bird. We didn’t hurt you, did we?”
“Uh uh,” I say around a yawn. “Felt so good.”
“I didn’t push you too far?”
I chuckle softly against Dex’s chest. “Not far enough.”
He squeezes my hip, and I can almost feel him smile against my neck. “You’re trouble. Maybe I shouldn’t call you little bird anymore. I should call you little vixen.”
“Seems fitting,” Dex mumbles, his hand stroking my back and soothing me into sleepiness.
“Good night, Sly. Good night, Dex,” I mumble as my mind starts to drift off into sleep.
“Night, baby.”
“Sweet dreams, my love.”