The simmering anger can be felt in the stern tone of his voice, and it only makes me clench harder, my juices leaking out, and I hear Wyatt groan.
“Fuck, Riri,” he leans forward and licks the evidence of my arousal off my thighs, and I whimper when he nips my pussy lips.
Owen bites my earlobe and releases me. “Now get back on all fours,” he demands, and like the wanton slut I’m discovering I am, I scramble into position and watch as a very naked Wyatt positions himself in front of me. His neck propped up on his crossed arms. Freckles dot his torso, but I’m focused on the trail that leads from his well-defined Adonis belt straight to his slightly curved cock, bobbing in my direction.
“Your dick has freckles on it,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
His mouth spreads into a smile. “Easier for you to connect the dots,” he jokes, and all three of us burst into laughter.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”
The heat from Owen’s body hovers over me right before I feel the cool steel of his knife press to the center of my spine.
“Don’t apologize, Angel. We love seeing you smile,” he whispers, lightly dragging the blade down my back before bending to retrace the trail with his lips. I moan at the sensation his lips cause. My nipples grow harder as blood rushes to the area.
Owen continues to work his way down my back until he reaches my tailbone, swirling his tongue as he drops the knife on the bed and spreads my ass cheeks apart just as Wyatt’s hands caress my face, pulling my attention to his. Sitting up, he bends, capturing my mouth as I simultaneously feel Owen’s tongue glide over my back entrance. I flinch at the foreign sensation, but my shock lasts barely a second as surprise morphs into desire. I moan as he sucks his way to my pussy. Each pass of his tongue ratchets up my whines. His movements stop and I nearly curse.
“Didn’t I tell you to put that pretty mouth of yours around Wyatt’s dick, Angel? Don’t make me repeat myself.”
I move my lips from Wyatt’s and work my way down his chest, swirling my tongue over his peaked nipple and biting.
“Shit,” he hisses as I continue to kiss a path over his abs to his auburn happy trail. My eyes connect with Wyatt’s fat dick. He’s thick all over but more at the crown than his base. Veins pop from his shaft and my mouth hungers to feel the weight of him on my tongue. I second guess myself, wondering if he’ll fit. I’ve seen this done thousands of times in videos, but seeing and doing aren’t the same thing.
Lowering my head, I open my mouth and flick the crown of his dick, tasting the pre-cum leaking from the tip. The salty tang is not off putting, and I’m eager for more.
“Yes, keep doing that,” he groans as I wrap my palm around his pierced shaft, stroking as take him deeper with each bob of my head. The cool metal of the barbells glide over my tongue as it swirls around him.
I feel Owen slide under me before he wraps his arms around my middle, pulling me into him. My thighs planted on both his shoulders, giving him full access to my waiting pussy. His tongue grazes my clit before his teeth latch, sucking in the bundle of nerves and lapping relentlessly until I squeal.
“Fuck!” I shout around Wyatt’s dick. My body is no longer my own. With every nip and lick, I surrender to their control.
“That’s it, Love. Give us your screams,” Wyatt growls, my mouth still working him. I move up and down his shaft, flattening my tongue and hollowing my cheeks to try and take him deeper before shifting my attention to his pulsating head.
With each pass of my lips, I push myself further and further until I feel my nose press against his groin, and I hum in triumph.
“Shit, Riri. Fuck, whatever this is, don’t stop doing it.” Wyatt throws his head back, allowing me to feel the girth of his throbbing dick in my mouth. I need it. I want to see him shatter for me the way he made me explode on his tongue in his bathroom.
I increase my pace to match Owen’s as his tongue probes my entrance and his fingers pump in and out of my ass, I edge closer to the cliff. My suction on Wyatt grows more frantic.
When Owen pulls away, I curse unintelligibly as my lips stay firmly wrapped around Wyatt’s cock.
Owen quickly shifts my hips back, latching his lips over my clit as three thick fingers enter my pussy. Any and all protests die with my next moan, making me take Wyatt even deeper and he groans his approval.
“Shit. O, keep doing that. Fu-ckkk.” I feel his body tighten as warm ropes of his cum shoot in my mouth. I nearly choke before I adjust to catch each pump. Wyatt pulls himself from my mouth before crushing his lips to mine. “Fuck I taste good on your tongue. Now go reward O with that magical throat.”
I watch as he lays back in my bed, his amber eyes trained on my movements as I turn around on Owen’s face. He never stopped devouring me.
I look down at his intimidating dick before shaking off my apprehension, opening my mouth and taking him in until he triggers my gag reflex.Fuck he’s big.
He’s longer and thicker than Wy from base to tip, but I work him in, then pull him back out. Drool escapes out the side of my mouth.
“Make it nasty, Angel,” Owen instructs, speaking right into my pussy. My hips buck at the vibration.
Nasty.Okay, I can do that.
I lift my mouth, gather my saliva, and spit on the head. My hand wraps around the shaft, jerking him in my firm grip as I take him in my mouth, sucking him in while my tongue circles around his slit. Doubling my pace, I suction my lips over the bulbous tip. My movements slow as I twist and fist his length before increasing my speed, pumping until I feel him jerk in my hand.
“Oh, you want to play,” are his last words before the pace of his tongue against my clit doubles, and I feel something cold and metal enter my pussy.
