Chapter 31 – Jessica
F ollowing Sariel’s command, I remove my T-shirt, sneakers and leggings and sit on the bed. I shuffle back until my back rests against the headboard, then let my knees fall open, showing the boys the wet patch I can feel on my white panties.
Sariel chuckles at the sight, patting Ithuriel’s back. “You’re slacking,” he says, then tugs on his sweatshirt. “Get that off and join her.”
Gulping, Itha grabs hold of the shirt, pulls it over his head, and drops it onto one corner of the bed. His knees hit the mattress and he crawls forward until he’s positioned between my legs. With a look at our fallen angel, he waits for further instructions.
My underwear’s going to immolate at this point. Can they be any hotter?
“Take her panties off,” Sariel commands next as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. His dick is still out, semi-hard even after his orgasm. Itha’s hands obey and grab hold of the material at each of my sides. I lift my butt so he can slide them off and they join his sweatshirt.
“Get down there and lick her sweet cunt, from asshole to the top of her clit.”
Itha’s eyes bug out at Sariel’s crass words and he looks at my exposed pussy like it’s going to bite him. Or maybe…
“You’re not going to hurt me,” I soothe him, already panting with anticipation.
With a bracing inhale, he leans down on his elbows and kisses the inside of my thigh.
“That’s so sweet.” Sariel’s murmur draws my eyes to him. He’s already naked, stroking his cock back to hardness. It’s not long until the angel’s breath on my wet center narrows my focus to what’s happening between my legs.
I watch as Ithuriel’s soft lips part and he places an open-mouthed kiss on the top of my mound. They slide down, skimming over my folds until his nose is buried at my entrance and his tongue presses against my back hole.
When I start squirming under the assault, Sariel warns me to stay still. “Make our girl come. I have plans for her,” he tells Itha.
The angel between my legs looks up at me before his hands slide to my core and he takes my clit between his lips. My jaw drops open when I feel his finger gently probing my entrance.
“Oh, yeah, I taught him how to prepare my ass for fucking,” the Fallen chuckles. “You can move a little faster with a pussy, Starlight. They’re softer, more giving,” he whispers, caressing the angel’s cheek with one hand, the other still on his hard dick.
Trusting Sariel, Itha inserts first one, then another finger inside me, and starts pumping. Intuitive, he starts playing with angles until a sharp gasp betrays me. Sucking on my needy nub, he hits the right spot inside me again and again.
“That’s it,” Sariel spurs him on, now a bit breathless himself.
It’s not long until my hands clench around Itha’s hair and I’m lifting up my butt, rubbing against his face.
“Fuck, I’m close,” I groan, shuddering with restraint. I don’t want this to end.
“Let go, poppet,” Sariel says sharply and my body obeys. With a deep moan, I climax against Ithuriel’s beautiful, innocent face.
When I open my eyes, I see Sariel tugging on his balls, smiling down at us indulgently. Like a puppeteer proud of his dolls.
“That was perfect,” he praises with a grin. “Get on your back, Itha,” he says next, before joining us on the bed as well.
Clearly uncertain, the angel still obeys, and I chew on my bottom lip, impatiently awaiting my own orders. I don’t have to wait long.
“Straddle him, love,” he orders me with a gentler smile. I push up to kiss his cheek, enjoying the feel of his skin against my lips before I swing a leg over Itha’s narrow hips.
“His sweatpants are in the way,” I whine, playing the brat.
Sariel taps a finger against his chin. “So they are,” he says. “Let’s take care of that, shall we?”
With a rapid movement and swift tug, he pulls down Itha’s pants and boxers in one go. The angel’s cock stands up, the crown purple and damp with precum.
“That’s better,” I chirp, lowering my slick sex against the angel’s. The tendons on his neck stand in relief as I swivel my hips to wet his cock with my juices and his own saliva.
In a familiar move, Sariel’s hands caress my sides before he lifts me up to grab Itha’s cock. Aiming it at my entrance, he helps me impale myself on the angel’s rod. Before I can start moving, he pushes on my back until my chest is pressed against Itha’s, our lips inches apart.
“What are you going to do?” I ask Sariel with my lips against the angel’s underneath me.
He doesn’t answer, but I feel his breath against my ass a second later, followed by the press of his lips. He spreads my ass cheeks with both hands and presses his stiffened tongue into my asshole. I arch on instinct, nearly dislodging Itha’s cock in the process.
Sariel spanks me lightly. “Stay,” he commands.
Something colder dips into the crack of my ass and I gasp against Itha’s neck. “What’s that?” I ask, confused. I don’t think he brought lube with him to our warehouse stakeout.
Sariel’s chuckle sounds from behind me. “I swiped the small bottle of the demon’s expensive olive oil from the table.”
“You planned this?” I pant, itching to start moving on Itha’s throbbing dick.
Sariel crawls up over me to place the closed bottle on the nightstand and whispers into my ear: “I planned on having both of us inside you at the same time since I first saw you look at him.” I shudder. “And we will,” he continues. “Be inside you at the same time. In. Every. Possible. Way.”
With that, he lifts up to start massaging my tight rosebud with his fingers.
“I never had anyone there,” I murmur. My voice must have been shaking, because suddenly Itha gently grabs my face with both hands and speaks up for the first time in a long while.
“We don’t have to do this, Jessica.” He looks over my shoulder at the Fallen. “I will not do anything that hurts her.”
Sariel’s back in a flash, his cheek pressed against mine as he answers the angel lips to lips. “It might feel full or uncomfortable at first, but not painful.” He turns his head to kiss my cheek. “If you don’t like it, just tell me and I’ll stop, okay?”
I nod bravely and melt under his beaming smile. He retreats and begins preparing me to receive both of them. One finger breaches my asshole and I clench around Itha, making him groan, the vibrations traveling from his chest to mine. Once I get used to one finger, Sariel takes it out and I know two will follow.
“Breathe and push against them,” he instructs before pressing the digits against my hole. As they breach, I exhale in a gust, dropping down and taking Itha a bit deeper.
As Sariel moves two fingers inside my tight tunnel, Itha starts shaking.
“What?” I mouth, looking up at him. He’s not the one about to be stuffed fuller than a Thanksgiving turkey.
“His fingers,” the angel groans. “They’re rubbing against me from inside you.”
I groan at the visual he paints and Sariel lightly laughs behind me. “Wait until it’s my cock in there.”
With that threat, he removes his fingers and presses his pelvis flush against my ass. “Are you ready?” he murmurs, grinding his hard cock against my crack.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I giggle nervously.
Ithuriel finds my hands and intertwines our fingers as Sariel places the tip of his dick against my rosebud. “Bear down on it, sweetheart,” he says, lightly pushing in.
The pressure is insane, my skin stretched from the angel already inside me, but I breathe through it. With a bit of effort, the tip of Sariel’s dick finds its home in my ass. Groaning, he rubs soothing circles on my flank. He starts to shallowly fuck me with his cockhead, Ithuriel producing soft whining noises in my ear.
“You’re doing so good,” Sariel tells me. “Taking both of us like this. That’s our girl.” His words hit the spot and I start moving too, slowly taking him deeper and deeper. “Slow down, baby,” he warns, caressing my back.
“No,” I say petulantly. “I want both of my men balls deep inside me.”
Chuckling, Sariel grabs my hips. “That might be a bit ambitious, but I’ll see what we can do. How are you doing there, Starlight?” he asks the angel underneath me.
I lift my head to see beads of sweat decorating the angel’s pale face. He’s taking it harder than I am, and I’m the one with two sizable angel schlongs in my holes.
“You feel incredible,” the angel gasps. “Both of you.”
Something in his words must trigger Sariel, because he finally presses in, entering me as deep as he can. I’m breathing through my nose, clenching my fingers around Itha’s as my body gets used to the double intrusion. It doesn’t feel particularly pleasurable right now, but if it makes my angels happy, I’ll gladly be the filling in their sandwich.
“Good?” Sariel asks. He sounds like he’s speaking through clenched teeth.
“Good,” I reply, resting my head in the crook of Itha’s neck.
That’s when Sariel starts moving and nerve endings I didn’t know I had inside me come to life.
Oh. Oh.
“Move with me,” I hear Sariel saying to Itha through ringing ears. Once both cocks start thrusting, Sariel’s shoving Itha’s into my G-spot, I start seeing stars.
“Oh my God, oh my God, ohmygodohmygod,” I start chanting. I feel like my body is on fire.
“Do you want us to stop?” Sariel asks with laughter in his voice, sounding like he’s in a tunnel a million miles away.
“Don’t you dare stop!” I scream.
“Shhh,” the Fallen hushes me through laughter. “The whole house is gonna know you’re taking two cocks like a dirty little whore.”
I don’t even care right now. I’m drooling on Itha’s chest and my eyes are permanently rolled to the back of my head. I can feel my orgasm coming, but I’m afraid it’ll kill me.
Unintelligible noises leave my throat as the angels take turns thrusting, my body just a receptacle for their pleasure. A knot in my womb winds so tight I’m worried something will break from how hard I’m clenching my muscles.
Sariel collects my hair into his hand, then tugs on it until he lifts me from Itha’s chest. “Jess,” he calls for me. I make a sound that I hope sounds affirmative. “Push when you’re coming, okay?”
I try to nod, but I’m not sure I manage. When the knot of tension inside me reaches a critical point, I obey the fallen angel and bear down. Wetness splashes over Ithuriel’s lap as I squirt for the first time in my life, the orgasm so strong, I feel like I’m having a seizure. Itha shouts something as I feel his dick inside me kick against my walls and Sariel’s invading cock.
When I come to, I realize I must have passed out for a second. Sar’s hand is holding my drooling mouth shut, and I know I must’ve screamed unholy Hell.
“Fuck,” I mumble against his palm. When he removes it, I try to form more words. “I love you,” I slur.
The Fallen chuckles and grabs my neck. “We’re not done yet.”