34. Callie
34
CALLIE
Torren’s lips are on mine before I finish speaking, his tongue invading my mouth like a man starved.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growls between kisses.
I’m so focused on Torren that when Jonah’s teeth close around my nipple, a surprised moan bursts from low in my throat and I sink my fingers into his long, blond hair.
“Pull it, sweets,” Jonah says, breath and teeth grazing the sensitive skin around my nipple with every word, so I do. His groan vibrates over me and goes straight to my clit. These men and their hair pulling. It’s quite a thrilling surprise.
Torren bites my lip lightly then moves his mouth to my neck. He nips and sucks in that way that I remember—that way that drove me crazy—and without overthinking, I shove my hand into the front of his sweats and wrap it around his erection. When I squeeze, he grunts, and I grin against his mouth. I pump him twice before I release him then lean back so I can look at both men.
“Take me to a bedroom,” I command, and the feeling I get when they obey is a heady one. It’s thrilling and empowering, and amps up my excitement for whatever comes next.
Torren sweeps me into his arms and follows Jonah through a door to a bedroom, and the smell tells me it’s Torren’s. When I see a beat-up acoustic in the corner—the one I’ve seen him playing on the bus—I know I’m right. I only have a second to scan the rest of the room before he tosses me on the bed, and I bounce once.
Leaning back onto my elbows, I drop my legs wide, flashing them the soaked lace between my thighs. Their jaws tick as they look me over, and I can’t help the way my eyes flare when I notice the sizable bulges growing in their sweats. Torren walks slowly to the bedside table, and without taking his eyes off me, pulls a strip of condoms from the drawer, tossing them on the bed beside me. I’m nervous, but I force myself to breathe through it. I shove it down and focus on the thrill of the anticipation instead.
We’d worship you , Torren had said. I believe it. I’m so fucking ready for it. I smirk and glance between them.
“Take off your pants. Both of you.”
“You gonna say please?”
I arch a brow at Jonah, his rumbling voice rough with a hint of mirth.
“I think you should be the one saying please,” I tease.
He smirks in response, and I watch as he grabs the band of his sweats and pushes them down his tattooed thighs. When his erection springs free, I have to swallow down a gasp.
Fuck .
I feel heat creeping up my neck and chest. My nipples are so hard that they ache, and I want to touch myself, but I don’t. When I realize I’m gawking, my eyes jump guiltily to Torren’s. I don’t know why I expected jealousy or anger, but instead I’m met with blazing lust. His white teeth are sunk into his bottom lip and his hand is already stroking his bare cock. He gives me a wolfish grin.
“You can look, Firebird. You can touch him. You can taste him. You can do anything you want with either of us. Tonight is all about you, baby, because tomorrow, you’re all mine.”
I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Thankfully, I don’t have to scramble for words because Torren climbs onto the bed and positions his body so his face is between my thighs.
“I have been dying to taste you again.”
He runs his knuckle down the middle of the lace covering my wet pussy, pressing lightly on my throbbing clit before replacing his knuckle with his mouth.
“Fuck,” I gasp out as he sucks me over my panties .
Torren hums, massaging my clit with his tongue. The rough fabric paired with his warm, soft tongue is enough to make me see stars. My back arches, and just before I drop down onto the bed, a hand threads through my hair and turns my head to the side. I peer up into Jonah’s deviously handsome face. With his lips parted, his eyes wild, and his hard cock just inches from my mouth, I know I’m in trouble.
“Open up, sweets. Let’s see how far you can take me.”
I open my mouth. I don’t even hesitate, and Jonah glides the head of his cock along my lower lip before shoving himself in. I close my lips around him just as Torren slides my panties to the side and slips two fingers into my pussy. My eyes fall shut and I moan.
“Fuck,” Jonah rumbles. “Do that again, Tor. She likes it.”
Torren does, curling his fingers inside me and stroking as he flicks his tongue over my clit. I moan again, pulling a guttural sound from Jonah. He starts to thrust in and out of my mouth, pushing deep into my throat. I do my best to take him, but I’m propped on my elbows while Torren devours my pussy. I massage his dick with my tongue, and I swallow around him when he’s in deep, but I can’t wrap my hand around him and pump. I can’t tease him or touch him. I can’t do much of anything, honestly—not with Torren’s face between my thighs threatening to turn me into a quivering mess—but Jonah doesn’t seem to mind. I squeeze my eyes shut as I gag on him, tears leaking from between my lashes and streaming down my cheeks. I must look a mess, but I think Jonah likes it. The way he tightens his hold on my hair and groans confirms it.
“You look so fucking pretty sucking my cock while your boyfriend eats your pussy. So. Fucking. Pretty.”
Jonah’s statement brings me even closer to orgasm, and Torren seems to know it. I can hear how wet I am with every thrust and curl of his fingers. Every time I moan, Jonah shoves himself deeper into my throat. My arms ache from holding myself up, but I don’t dare move. I don’t want anything to interrupt this moment. When Torren sucks on my clit again, the sensation makes me tighten my thighs around his head as my release barrels toward me.
“Look at me. I want to see your eyes when he makes you come.”
I force myself to peer up at Jonah through tear-filled eyes, he pulls his dick out of my mouth just as my body explodes. A cry escapes me and my muscles contract, but I don’t take my eyes off Jonah until his mouth is on mine and he’s kissing me deeply, swallowing every noise I make. Torren doesn’t stop finger-fucking me, doesn’t take his mouth off my clit until I’m half-crazed. My arms give out and I drop to the bed, clenching my thighs around Torren’s head.
“Stop,” I say, my voice a strangled gasp. “Stop.”
Torren thankfully takes mercy on me and pulls back, pressing wet, warm kisses to my inner thighs and pelvis. He nips at the flesh at my hip, then sucks, and I know immediately that it’s another bite mark. Torren King likes to mark me, and I’ve learned that I like being marked.
I tear my lips off Jonah’s and glance down my heaving torso to find Torren grinning up at me from between my legs. I nearly come again just from the sight. His face is glistening with my arousal, his lips red and swollen from his attack on me. He is sex personified, and I almost can’t handle it. I don’t know how much longer I can wait to feel him inside me. He presses one more kiss to my stomach before crawling up my body and taking my mouth with his.
I kiss him, sucking on his tongue and lips, tasting myself on them. I wrap my legs around his waist and push my soaking wet pussy against his hard cock. I rub myself against him, and he releases a chuckle that tapers into a groan.
“She’s so needy,” he says playfully, turning to look at Jonah.
“Good,” Jonah says. “We’ve got plenty to give her.”
Without a word, Torren wraps his arms around me and rolls over so I’m lying on top of him. A sharp slap to my ass makes me yelp, and I look over my shoulder to find Jonah kneeling on the bed behind me.
“On your knees, Calla Lily.”
My eyes widen at the possibilities of what he has planned—of all that he could do from that angle—and his full lips curl slightly into another tiny smirk. Jonah cocks his head to the side, then smacks my ass again.
“It’s my turn,” he says with a growl. “On your knees.”
Quickly, I scoot myself back so I’m off Torren, then prop myself onto my knees. Jonah wastes no time pulling my panties down, then covering my pussy with his mouth. I clamp my eyes shut at the rough way he sucks on my clit, grazing his teeth and making me suck in a harsh breath before shoving two fingers into me .
When a calloused thumb rubs at my jaw, I open my eyes and find Torren sitting in front of me, hard cock jutting straight up and glistening at the tip. I don’t even wait for him to speak. I just lower myself to my elbows and take him into my mouth.
“Fuck, Callie,” he grinds out, fisting my hair with one hand and cupping my jaw with the other. “Fuck, baby, that feels fucking phenomenal.”
I have just enough space to wrap my hand around the base of Torren’s erection so I can pump his shaft as I lick around his thick head. I taste his pre-cum, wanting more, sucking at him until his body vibrates with a deep groan that makes his thighs quiver. He thrusts into my throat just as Jonah starts to rub at my clit with his thumb.
“I can feel your throat tightening around my cock,” Torren says as he rubs his thumb over the space where my jaw and neck meet. “Swallow again. Swallow me down.” He thrusts deep into my throat once more, and I swallow until I gag. “Goddamn it, Calla Lily. I could fuck your throat all day. I bet you’d look sexy with my cum on your lips.”
I gag around him again, and then I pull back, taking deep gulps of air into my aching lungs. I choke on an inhale when Jonah’s thumb moves from my clit to my asshole. He spits and rubs the saliva around my ass, then sticks two fingers into my pussy before rubbing my arousal there as well. He repeats the moves until I can feel wetness dripping down the crack of my ass.
“Relax, sweets,” Jonah says, pressing lightly on my asshole with his thumb. “My dick is a hell of a lot bigger than my finger.”
I want to laugh, and I almost do, but I don’t get the chance. Jonah’s tongue swipes over me, massaging that tight ring of muscle, and I lose myself to the sensation. All I can do is pump Torren’s cock as my eyes flutter shut again, and I chant between gasps and whimpers.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, god. Oh, fuck.”
Torren’s dick twitches in my hand as he laughs and tugs at my hair.
“I wish you could see yourself right now,” he says, voice sounding like it’s been drug over gravel. “Ass up and fisting my dick as Jo tongues your asshole. Getting you good and ready, Firebird. Fuck me, baby, I want to feel you burn again. I want you in fucking flames for me.”
Torren’s words echo in my head as something wet covers my asshole and Jonah slips a finger into me. Lube. Lube and the tip of his finger, and I’m about to combust.
Good and ready. Fucking flames.
Burn for me.
I feel more than see Torren’s body fold over me, sliding a hand under me before slipping two fingers into my dripping wet, throbbing pussy. He thrusts into my pussy as Jonah works my ass, stretching me and filling me, and while it’s overwhelming in the most erotic way, I know it’s just the beginning. That thought sends me over the edge, my body seizing with another orgasm. The cry I let out is animalistic, a mixture between a wail and a whine. Tears stream down my cheeks as wetness drips down my thighs.
“Almost there, Firebird,” Torren growls into my ear. “Almost ready.”
“Please,” I beg. “Please. Please.”
A hand wraps around my throat from behind and squeezes. Jonah.
“Please what?” The rough tone in Jonah’s voice, the commanding warning, makes my pussy clench, wanting more. Needing more. I answer him shamelessly.
“Please, fuck me. Please.”
“Two orgasms and you still want more,” Torren says into my ear. Jonah squeezes my throat again. “You’re so needy, aren’t you, Firebird. You need us to fill you up?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes, I do.”
“Good. I need it, too.”
Torren grabs a condom from the bed beside him, opens the package, and rolls it down his erection. Then he lies back and pulls me on top of him. I’m covered in sweat, my chest is heaving against his with my heavy breathing, and my thighs and pussy are soaked with my arousal as I straddle his waist. Torren kisses me sloppily, sucking and biting at my lips with his hands cupping the sides of my face.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he breathes out against my mouth. “I’m obsessed with you. I can’t get enough. I can’t stop.”
“Don’t stop,” I say, then I reach between us, position his cock at my entrance, and slide myself down it until he’s seated deep inside me.
“Fuck.”
I don’t know who says it. Me or Torren. Maybe both. The feeling of him inside me again is better than I thought it would be. So much better this time than last. Slowly, I begin to move on him, testing out his thickness and length. Adjusting to the overwhelming feeling of being full.
Torren wraps his arms around my torso, holding my body flush against his as he starts to pulse upward. I groan and drop my forehead to his shoulder.
“Oh my god, it’s so deep.”
My lips drag over his skin as I speak. I can taste his sweat. I can feel his hot, panting breaths in my hair. When he picks up pace, hitting that spot deep inside a little harder, I moan again, then bite his shoulder to keep from screaming.
“I’m never letting you go.”
He says it quietly, almost reverently, with his lips pressed to my ear. It’s more than a statement. It’s a promise. An oath. I want to ask him if he means it—to make him swear it—but two hands grip my hips, and I’m reminded that Torren and I aren’t alone. It’s not just him and I on this bed, and he’s not the only one who’s made me come tonight.
Jonah slaps my ass, a loud crack breaking through the sounds of our labored breathing, and I yelp. More lube slides over my asshole, his fingers returning to stretch me out some more, before he replaces them with the tip of his cock.
“You sure you want this?” Jonah asks, pressing against my ass so he just barely breeches the barrier.
In response, I push back onto him, coaxing the head of his cock in a bit farther. Jonah grunts and his hands tighten on my hips.
“Words,” Torren says. “Words, Calla Lily.”
“I want this.” I kiss him to punctuate how much I mean it. “I want it now.”