“Wait.” Everyone pauses, and embarrassment colors my cheeks. “I don’t want to suffocate you.”
“If I suffocate while eating your pussy, I’ll die a happy man,” he says with a wink.
“Rory,” I scold him, lightly slapping his pec.
“Savannah, if you’d just let me shove my tongue in your pussy, you’ll see just how much I enjoy it by how hard I get.”
“No need to be so crass.” I slap his chest again, but my panties flood more with arousal
“You like it,” Rory contends.
“No, I don’t,” I argue.
Luke’s lips turn into a knowing smile. “Let’s check then.”
My back straightens. “What?”
Luke juts his chin in Rory’s direction. “Show me how wet our girl is.”
Rory’s hand grips my thong, and with a simple tug, the thin scrap of fabric snaps and falls away. Then he dips his fingers between my folds, and I swear he purposely grazes over my bundle of nerves. “She’s drenched.” Rory holds up his hand in Luke’s direction. After a moment, he opens his mouth and brings his fingers closer.
“Wait,” Luke says to Rory, and Rory obeys. Then to me, Luke instructs, “Lick his fingers, Trouble. Taste yourself—taste what we do to your tight little body.”
Oh my…
Rory raises his fingers to my face. I grip his wrist and part my lips, sucking his fingers into my mouth. As I taste myself, we moan together.
Rory slides his fingers from my mouth and grins. He lifts my hips, moving me up his body and forcing me to straddle his face. His eyes glow with anticipation. “Now I get to taste.” Rory pulls my waist. I fall forward onto my hands, and his tongue laps at my entrance.
I throw my head back and cry out, “Oh shit.”
“Ride his face, Trouble. He loves it. Look at his dick. See how hard he is just from eating your sweet pussy.”
I do as he says and turn my head to glance over my shoulder. Sure enough, Rory’s cock is hard and points up toward his stomach. A small bead of precum sits on his tip.
The sight spurs me on as I circle my hips, dragging my pussy up and down Rory’s mouth and humping his face.
Luke directs Rory again. “Eat her ass.”
My head turns toward Luke’s direction. His eyes are locked on the spot where Rory’s tongue dances over my sex.
Rory adjusts my hips, and I feel his tongue at my back entrance. The sensation is new and addictive. He licks and sucks, ratcheting up my pleasure.
Rory’s tongue goes back to my core, and my hips begin to stutter in their tempo.
“Give her two fingers,” Luke commands, and Rory slips two digits inside me, focusing his tongue solely on my clit. “Now show me.” Luke’s voice comes out gravelly, like he’s barely holding on.
Rory turns us, situating me so my backside is to Luke, then he angles my hips, giving Luke a view of my pussy from behind.
“Oh fuck. Yes,” he groans.
During all of this, Rory continues to lick, suck, and thrust.
“Add a finger.”
When Rory works a third finger into my hole, I feel the stretch, and I whimper. Rory’s fingers hit my G-spot, lighting my whole body on fire, and I don’t want it to stop.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant.
