He holds there for a few moments, enough that black dots appear in my vision before he pulls out, leaning down to kiss me thoroughly, his hands cupping my face.
“You are a fucking marvel, Little Bird,” he whispers against my lips, and my chest swells at the praise. My lips tingle when he pulls away, my eyes heavily lidded as I watch him step back and slump down next to Aeron on the bench that lines the tub.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“KISS ME” BY LOLA JANE
LARK
“Our turn, Nightingale,” Jude purrs, moving towards me through the water, my back chilled as Tarl moves away. “We’re going to both bring Tarl to the brink, but don’t worry, you get all his cum and then I’ll give you mine.”
I whimper at his words, turning around so I’m facing away from Knox and Aeron, to find Tarl standing up, his beautiful, pierced cock at the perfect level for my mouth.
“Open your mouths, you filthy little cum sluts,” Tarl says, his voice a low rasping whisper that has my thighs pressing together again. As I follow his order, I see Jude do the same, and fucking hell, it makes my core ache to be filled, clenching around a hard cock. “Such good little pets for your master.”
He takes hold of his base, swiping the tip of his dick across my lips, the metal in the tip heated from the hot tub water. Before I can wrap my lips around it, he’s pulling away and doing the same to Jude, and a whine of protest leaves my lips.
“Together,” I demand, and he raises a single brow at me.
“Are you giving orders now, little slut?” Fuck, that name on his lips should piss me the hell off, but it just makes pussy walls flutter. I never said I wasn’t a little fucked up.
“Please, sir. I want to take you as Jude does. Both of us licking and sucking you,” I tell him, the warmth of satisfaction filling me as his eyes go hooded and he squeezes his base hard.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Knox groans behind me, Aeron making a sound too as they watch the scene unfold.
Tarl gives a sharp nod and Jude wraps a hand around the back of my neck, pulling me in so that we press both our lips to the tip of Tarl’s dick. Jude’s tongue darts out and licks my lips, and I open, my own coming out to lick his until we’re kissing with Tarl’s head in between us.
“Just like that,” Tarl moans, a hand coming down on my head, the other on Jude’s. He uses his grip to guide us, letting us lick and suck his tip and each other’s mouths for several heat-filled moments. Each swipe of Jude’s tongue has me winding up tighter, my nerves buzzing and my blood singing in my veins.
He changes the angle, pushing into my mouth until he’s hitting the back of my throat and then going further, his piercing rubbing the inside of my mouth. My eyes water, but I still watch as Jude lowers his head, Tarl’s fingers gripping my hair tightly as Jude sucks his balls into his mouth. Deep groans sound alongside our sucking and slurping, and I let Tarl guide me up and down his shaft as he takes his pleasure from us.
He pulls me off him, the pop of his dick leaving my mouth loud as he yanks Jude off his balls and shoves his dick in Jude’s mouth. His movements are harsh, the sound of Jude choking filling the room and I realize he went easier on me. I’m not sure if I like that, him treating me like I’m too delicate to be mouth fucked hard, but I’ll deal with that later.
I dip low, holding onto his thighs as I suck one of his smooth balls into my mouth, delighting in the deep groan that fills the room as I roll it around, my tongue caressing and massaging it before doing the same to his other one. They’re too big for me to fit both in, and I go to work sucking and licking them until I can see the tremor in his thighs and can hear the snarls coming from his mouth.
Suddenly, I’m jerked up by my hair, his dick shoved into my mouth as he curses, his salty cum hitting my tongue. This time I don’t devour it like the thirsty whore I am for him. Instead, I let him fill me up so that I can show him afterwards and he can watch as he sees me gulp every last drop down. His abs are tight, then they go loose, his grip also relaxing as he gently guides me off him.
“Show me, desperate little slut,” he says breathlessly, his tone deep and husky. Carefully, I open my mouth, showing him the cum that rests on my tongue. “Such a good fucking girl,” he praises, stroking a thumb down my cheek and sending goose bumps racing across my skin. “Don’t swallow it. Let Jude fill your dirty slut mouth until you’re bursting with our cum, then he can help you swallow every last drop.”
My pussy legit throbs, a pulse almost making me come at his filthy words. Eagerly, I twist, finding Jude already getting to his feet and gripping his dick.
“Wrap those beautiful lips around my tip, Nightingale,” he orders, his tone of command at such odds with his submissive nature when it comes to Tarl and Knox. I obey immediately, letting him guide his dick just inside my mouth, careful to seal my lips around it so that none of Tarl’s cum slips out. My tongue is desperate to play with the magic cross piercings that are nestled just beyond his mushroom head, but I can’t without risking swallowing the cum that fills my mouth already. “Beautiful, broken bird,” Jude whispers harshly as his armmuscles strain with his movements. “You make me so fucking hard, Nightingale. My perfect fucking dark princess.”
My eyes roll, one hand gripping his thigh as the other travels between my legs to try to ease the ache that’s been building there these past few moments.
“Allow me,” Knox murmurs in my ear, his fingers brushing mine aside and taking over the job of playing with my clit. I moan and whimper as he gets straight to the point, no teasing, and starts to flick and stroke my engorged bud. It doesn’t take long, and soon I’m bucking in his arms, my fingers digging into Jude’s thighs as I moan my orgasm out.
“Fuck! Yes!” Jude cries, shooting hot ropes of cum into my mouth as my orgasm rolls over and around me, leaving me boneless in Knox’s arms.
“That’s it, princess. Take all of his cum like the desperate whore you are, but don’t swallow it, save it all for Jude,” Knox purrs in my ear.
My cheeks bulge with the effort to keep Jude and Tarl’s cum in my mouth, and a breath huffs out my nose when Jude pulls out, dropping to his knees in front of me.
“You are such a beautiful, broken bird,” he coos, his chest rising and plunging with his panted breaths. “And you’re all ours, just as we are all yours.”
He closes the distance, his lips sealing to mine as he demands entry with his tongue. I open up, his tongue immediately sweeping his and Tarl's combined releases into his mouth as he groans deep and low in his throat. My hands grasp his shoulders, Knox pressing into my back as I pull Jude closer, tangling my tongue with his and swallowing their seed at the same time. It tries to drip out, but my Jude is there, licking every last drop.
There’s something so taboo about this, it’s so dirty that I find myself craving another release, squirming and rubbing my thighs together, desperate for friction. A dark chuckle frombehind me vibrates across my skin as I pull away from Jude, gasping.
