“Yours, yours,” I pant.
“That’s right,” he says with stern conviction that makes my entire core tighten with possessive need.
“I’m gonna…” I don’t even get all the words out. I’m suddenly comin’ hard, a shrill whimper escapin’ my throat as Alder’s mouth plummets me into an incredible orgasm. Slowly, I rise back up into my body, but instead of bein’ satiated, I feel even more ravenous than before.
Reachin’ down, I yank the towel off of Alder’s waist and then turn my head and lock lips with Flint. His tongue dives in past my lips, plungin’ in and out like he’s showin’ me what he wants to do with his cock. My mouth waters.
Alder rises up in front of me, a gleam of arrogance over his expression as he swipes the back of his hand against his mouth. “You tastedelicious,” he croons.
Need slams through me so violently that I gasp again at the surgin’ emotion. I need themright now. I need more. I need to feel all of them, every inch of their bodies, as they move with mine. Each of us connectin’ and claimin’ as we stamp our names all over each other.
I waste no time turnin’ chest to chest with Flint and then bendin’ over, archin’ my back in the process and unapologetically takin’ what’s mine. Before he can even get his hands in my hair, my mouth is on Flint’s rock hard cock.
“Fuck,” he pants out, fingers delvin’ into my scalp.
I pop off to lick him from base to tip, and then I dive back on, makin’ sure there’s plenty of lubrication so my mouth slides over his pulsin’ length with sloppy ease. “Shit. Fuck. Just like that, Peaches.”
Behind me, I feel Alder grip his dick and start slidin’ it between my thighs, lettin’ the wetness from my orgasm coat his length. “Mmm, I’m going to fuck your pretty pussy now, Medley,” he murmurs, a hand comin’ up to stroke the arc of my spine before he pets the sensitive curve of my wing. “You ready, Petal?”
I whimper around Flint’s cock because I need exactly that. I want to be completely filled, to be connected and share pleasure with them, to erase thoughts and talk of others that don’t matter and never could in the context of our bond—of our forever.
“Shit, I think her enthusiasm means yes,” Flint grits out, one of his hands movin’ from my hair to the top of my wing. When he delves beneath the feathers, Alder lines the head of his cock up with my entrance.
“Keep rubbing her wing like that,” I hear Alder murmur, and Flint follows suit.
Steady fingers curve into the erogenous spots of my wings, and then Alder is pushin’ inside of me, and the sensation of both things happenin’ at the same time is enough to make my toes curl.
In and out he eases, slow enough that the bulbous head of his cock presses into me just right, strokin’ up a fire deep in my belly while my pussy strains to accommodate him.
I get distracted from workin’ Flint’s length with my mouth when Alder reaches around me, one hand goin’ up to my breast, and the other settlin’ right back on my swollen clit. I jolt in surprise, my nub overly sensitive from his mouth’s earlier attentions.
“Keep sucking me, Medley,” Flint rumbles, and I quickly get back to pleasurin’ him. I swirl my tongue over his head before I hollow my cheeks and work my hands against his base and my mouth up and down his length.
With exquisite slowness, my pussy flutters over Alder’s thick girth, until finally, he bottoms out, his hand squeezin’ my nipple as he thrusts all the way in. I move to pull off of Flint’s cock at the stretch, but Alder’s movements jerk me forward, and I get lowered back down, Flint’s dick hittin’ the back of my throat and makin’ me gag.
“Oh, fuck the Morning Star, choke on my cock again,” he grits out.
I pull back, feelin’ Alder pull back at the same time, and when he thrusts his hips hard again, my mouth rams down over Flint. The head of his cock goes so deep I gag around him once more, but instead of poppin’ immediately off, I force myself to breathe through my nose and swallow, makin’ the muscles of my throat relax and take him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes,” Flint chants, hands fistin’ my hair. “Take it, Peaches. That feels so fucking good.”
Like my good work is spurrin’ Alder on too, the hand at my breast grips my hip instead, and he starts fuckin’ me rough and fast, without any more restraint. Every time he plunges into me, my mouth thrusts just as hard onto Flint, until they’re workin’ my body in perfect rhythm to fuck them both.
I can feel and taste every inch of them as they fill me completely, my breath comin’ in fast pants as I breathe through the steam that clogs the air and surrounds us in a haze of carnal desire.
I come hard around Alder’s cock, his fingers pinchin’ my clit as he slams into me again and again. I scream around Flint, feelin’ it the moment Alder roars, and he comes inside of me in scaldin’ hot ribbons.
My scream of pleasure chokes off as Flint’s fingers tighten in my hair. His balls draw up, and then I’m swallowin’ his release, gulp after salty gulp, until he’s completely spent.
We practically collapse on the sauna floor, a tangle of flushed limbs, sweat-soaked skin, and erratic breathin’. We try to float in our post-orgasmic bliss, but suddenly, this room is too hot and stiflin’.
“Let’s get out of here before we fucking suffocate,” Alder puffs out, and then I’m bein’ helped to my feet, the three of us spillin’ out of the steam-filled room and into the small changin’ room next to the sauna.
“That. Was. Amazin’,” I pant, suckin’ in great gulps of cool, fresh air.
The guys chuckle at my flushed, sweaty face, and Flint smacks me on the ass as they pull me toward the large open shower to clean me up, but I’m droopier than a cut tulip, so I decide to just make them do all the work of washin’ me up.
They don’t seem to mind one bit.
