All thoughts fly from my mind when, in the next second, Jude buries his face in between my thighs, his tongue licking my slit hard. I cry out, one hand flying up into Knox’s hair as the other tangles in Jude’s.
“Oh God,” I gasp, unable to stop grinding my hips into Jude’s face. He grunts and moans, making the same noises that someone might make when they’re eating their favorite dish.
Jude’s tongue leaves my cunt for a moment, affording me a reprieve from the overwhelming pleasure, only for Knox to keen in a low, deep tone, his grip tightening around me and his teeth sinking into my neck. The pain adds to the sensations running riot throughout my body, and coupled with the knowledge that Jude is sucking Knox’s dick in between my thighs has wetness slicking my core even more.
“Fuck, Jude!” Knox exclaims, his hips thrusting forward and pushing my clit into Jude’s nose.
I’ve no fucking idea how the guy is even breathing right now, but I don’t want him to stop. I can feel my release fluttering around the edges of my vision, and my nails dig into their heads, urging them to keep going.
I know when Jude releases Knox, as the latter’s body goes limp against me and his mouth returns to my neck to suck and nibble. I hiss out a breath when Jude’s tongue resumes its assault on my cunt, his fingers, on one hand, digging into my thigh to pull me closer. The other is between my legs, and by the way his fist keeps brushing my opening, and that Knox’s hips are moving in that age-old rhythm, I know that Jude’s hand is wrapped around Knox’s cock.
It doesn’t take much more to make my release scream through me; a nip to my clit seals the deal, and I come, squirting all over Jude’s face with a strangled cry. I ride out my orgasm, the waves of pleasure dragging me under repeatedly as he keeps licking until I’m a shuddering, hot mess.
Finally, he lets me go, the noise of him sucking Knox’s dick loud over my panting breaths. Knox stiffens, moaning as his hips thrust against mine. He holds me close as, with a roar, he snapshis hips forward, and the sound of Jude swallowing Knox’s climax has me almost orgasming again.
I look down through barely open eyes to see Jude sit back on his heels with a satisfied look on his face, his chin glistening. Unable to resist, I tug him up by his hair and slam my lips onto his. I moan as a combination of my sweet musk and Knox’s salty release bursts on my tongue, my tongue invading Jude’s mouth and savoring the taste.
His head is ripped away, a whine leaving my lips only to turn to a groan when Knox copies my move and kisses Jude over my shoulder. It’s a kiss full of domination, Knox’s hand over my own in a bruising grip in Jude’s dark locks as he eats his face very similarly to what Jude just did to my pussy.
Jesus fucking Christ.
They break apart, both gasping and with such intensity in their eyes that it hurts to look at them.
After a few moments, Jude swings his gaze to mine, his palm coming up to cup my cheek in a gesture so tender that tears sting my eyes.
“I knew you’d be the one to bring us together, Nightingale.”
My mouth opens then closes again as he places a gentle kiss on my swollen lips before he turns and saunters towards the door.
“Your breakfast is waiting downstairs for you, broken bird. It won’t be as delicious as the one I just had, but it’s still pretty tasty if I say so myself.”
Well, how’s a girl to say no to that?
CHAPTER TEN
“DEMONS” BY JACOB LEE
KNOX
We leave our Little Bird to have another shower, Jude didn’t exactly clean her up. I glance over at the guy, my eyes narrowing at his smug as fuck grin as he studies me back.
“Fuck off,” I grumble, my cheeks heating at the memory of those lips around my cock, his tongue lapping at me like a fucking popsicle.
“You want me…” he sings, sauntering closer to where I’m sitting at the kitchen island. “You want to suck me…”
“Fuck. Off. Jude.”
But there’s no heat behind my words as he stops, just out of arm's reach, in front of me. I can’t deny that I didn’t enjoy him giving me head. If I’m being honest, it was the best damn blowie I’ve had in a long fucking time. Possibly even the best ever when I consider my bird’s warm heat covering me too.
“You want to fuck me…” he adds, his voice lower than before and husky. Damn, it’s like the floodgates have opened and I get a visual of bending him over this counter and fucking him hard and viciously. “I’d be so good for you, Daddy.”
Jesus.
He steps closer, trailing a finger down my T-shirt-covered chest. My cock twitches in my jeans like it hasn’t just had two mind-blowing releases in the last hour.
“You’re playing with fire, pretty Jude,” I mumble, frozen as his head dips, his lips a hair's breadth away from mine.
“Good thing I like to get burnt,” he whispers, the touch of his lips on mine making my breath catch. I can smell our combined climaxes on his breath.How have I resisted him all these years?Oh yeah, I’m not usually into dudes. I’m about ready to pounce on him when I hear footsteps on the metal stairs. “Next time, Daddy.” Jude licks my lips in a lightning-fast move, then dances away towards the stairs to meet our naked bird at the bottom step. I’m left in a daze, blinking like a fucking twat at his departure, and her delectable body being on show just adds to the jumble my mind is currently in. “Your breakfast awaits, Nightingale!” Jude declares, and I shake my head of the lust fog he created to see him ushering her towards the table. She glances back over her shoulder, her cheeks flushing when she catches my stare.
