“Eyes back on me, Dove,” Aeron commands, and I immediately obey, groaning when I take him in, now fully naked and also stroking himself. “Good girl. You’re going to come all over Jude’s fingers, aren’t you? Like a naughty little slut, getting ready to take us all, desperate to have our cocks inside your dripping pussy.”
His words build me up, sending me spiraling into the fucking heavens as I do as he requests and come all over Jude’s hand.
“Such a good, broken bird,” Jude whispers as he keeps moving his hand, wringing out my orgasm until I’m twitching and gasping, my thighs trying to close when it becomes too much.
“Please.” I don’t know if I’m begging for more or for him to stop, my mind a hot mess as my hands hold onto his forearms.
“Listen to her beg for our cocks,” Aeron says, swiping the tip of his dick and then stepping back to me, pressing his thumb to my lips. “Open up.”
A moan spills from my parted lips as the salty flavor of his pre-cum hits my tongue, and I suck his thumb like it’s the last fucking lollipop on earth.
“Do you want him to taste your sweet nectar, Nightingale?”
A deep keen leaves my lips this time, and I see Jude’s wet fingers pass me and press against Aeron’s lips. A rush of warmth heats my already scorching core when Aeron opens his mouth, holding my stare as he takes Jude’s fingers into his mouth andsucks. His eyes roll at the taste of me, and suddenly, I’m so desperate to be filled that I feel like I might die if someone doesn’t shove their cock inside me right the fuck now.
“Please,” I say again, releasing Aeron’s thumb. “I need you inside me, please.”
Manly chuckles sound throughout the room, and I don’t care that I’m begging for their dicks. It’s become an all-consuming need that is making me shake with the force of its ferocity.
Jude pulls his fingers out of Aeron’s mouth, a smirk gracing the latter’s plush lips. “Since you asked so prettily, Dove. Jude, on the bed and let her ride you.”
“Fuck yes!” Jude says, spinning me around and then letting me go as he scoots back on the bed, already naked and hard. Lying back with his hands behind his head, he gives me a mischievous grin. “Now come ride me like I’m your favorite Disney prince.”
I giggle, getting onto the bed and crawling up to him, feeling powerful as his hooded eyes track the swaying of my breasts. “You’ll always be my favorite Disney prince.”
His mouth falls open as delight makes his dark blue eyes gleam.
“Personally, I always liked the Beast best, although I thought he was ruined when he turned back into the Prince, you know?” he asks, a slight frown marring his brow. Fuck, I just love this boy’s fucking crazy.
“Agreed,” I answer, climbing over him and grasping his pierced member in my fist. He makes a choked sound as I pump him a couple of times, relishing the feel of his silken shaft in my hand. “Ready for me to fuck you raw, my prince?”
All I get in return is a deep groan as I position him at my soaked entrance and slowly sink down his length, feeling every piece of metal as they rub my inner walls.
“Goddamn, Nightingale,” Jude grits out between clenched teeth, his hands grabbing my hips and squeezing hard. The flash of pain has my cunt clenching around him, and we both moan at how fucking good that feels.
Placing my hands on his pecs, I use the leverage to help me slide up and down his length, gasping every time he hits that sweet spot inside me. He lets me use him this way, allowing me to chase my own release when sparks begin to fire behind my eyes and my movements speed up.
“Fuck, Jude, I’m so fucking close.” I’m lost in sensations, the added element of the others watching building me higher and higher.
“That’s it, Nightingale. Come all over your Prince’s cock,” he groans out, his jaw clenched with no hint of teasing as he helps to pull me up and down, using me like his own personal fleshlight.
Seconds later, he pulls me down so fucking hard that I explode, crying out as my entire body goes rigid and I can no longer move, but fuck me I can feel, and the pleasure that fills my whole being borders on painful in its intensity. It rolls me under, holding me captive as I clamp and squeeze Jude’s cock like I may never get another chance to feel him inside me.
Slumping over him, I feel the slickness of our sweaty bodies as I relearn how to take air into my lungs as if for the first time. Jude’s hands caress my back, not pausing when the bed behind us dips and another set of hands stroke me tenderly.
My body tenses when I feel another cock push against my already-filled pussy. “Shhhh, Nightingale. Let him in.”
The smell of whiskey mixed with clean cotton, vanilla, and sandalwood tells me that it’s the elder Taylor boy demanding entrance. Taking a deep inhale, I will my body to relax, gasping when he pushes inside, the sharp pain making me squirm.
As if on cue, Jude reaches between us and finds my swollen clit, swirling a finger around and over the bud until the pain is all but forgotten, and I’m struggling not to wriggle for another reason.
“Just a little more, Dove. You’re doing so well,” Aeron praises, and his words fan the embers of my desire, my skin tingling as he pushes the last few inches inside me. “Fuck, this is tight.”
“Told you that it would feel amazing, bro,” Jude answers in an equally strained voice as they let me adjust to having both of them inside me.
Jude doesn’t stop playing with my clit, moving his fingers in a beat that has me clenching around them both.
“I think she’s ready,” Aeron growls out before slowly pulling out. “Jesus, those fucking piercings, Jude.”
