“Please, Peter!” I beg again, hoping it gets me what I need.
He licks his lips, and with a heated glint in his eyes, he sits up, his hands moving to my jeans as he undoes them. In some impressive move, he manages to pull them down to my ankles without getting off the couch, then he surprises me by grabbing the cotton of my crop top and shoving it, and my bra, up to my neck.
I gasp loudly when he suddenly squeezes both my breasts, his fingers quickly finding my pebbled nubs. When he pinches them, I arch my back up into him. I’ve only been touched once like this before, when I had his cock in my mouth, and Jagger was touching me here. I’d somehow already forgotten how amazing it felt as I squirm beneath his touch.
“Mmm, these are gorgeous. I wonder, do they taste as good as they look?”
He glances over his shoulder at Jagger, who surprises me by signing,“Better.”
Pete grins right before he dives down, his warm mouth covering one nipple while his fingers toy with the other one. After a minute, he switches sides, giving them equal treatment. I can’t help but writhe under him, my hips thrusting up to try and get some relief where I need it, my hands fist in his hair as I hold him to me.
His free hand starts to move between us, and slowly, he pushes it into my panties until he finds my clit. The second he touches it, I scream, the sensation being too much.
A large hand comes down to cover my mouth, and I open my eyes, not knowing when I even closed them, to find Jagger kneeling beside me. He presses his finger against his pursed lips, telling me to be quiet.
He releases my mouth and tilts my head toward him, kissing me right as Pete’s finger dips inside me. I moan against Jagger as Pete starts thrusting harder and harder, my hips matching his hand movement. He adds a second finger, and I know I’m so close; all I need is pressure on my clit, and I’ll finally be able to come.
His thumb grazes it lightly, teasingly, not enough to give me what I need, and I moan in frustration.
“What’s wrong, angel?” Pete asks, sitting up as Jagger pulls back, letting me turn to Pete to answer.
“Stop playing with me!”
Pete lazily rolls my nipple between his fingers as his fingers continue a slow, torturous in-and-out motion. “You have been a good girl lately. I suppose I could let you come.What do you think, Sly? Should I let her come now?” he asks without dropping eye contact with me.
Sly steps forward, his heated eyes trailing down my body as he hums in thought. “Maybe. But first, I think you should taste her.”
My eyes widen in surprise, not expecting him to suggest Pete is the one to do that.
“Good idea, I haven’t had a chance to do that yet.”
He moves backward on his knees, grabbing the sides of my panties and pulling them down my legs as he goes. I fight the urge to cover myself as I watch his eyes heat with pleasure.
When he’s far enough back, he lies on his stomach, bringing his mouth to hover right over me and inhaling. My cheeks redden, worried about how bad I might smell considering how wet I was, but he just groans before his tongue darts out for a quick swipe through my folds, making me gasp.
“Angel…” he groans. “You taste… heavenly.” He licks me again, firmer this time, and I whimper, my body quickly moving back to the edge of an orgasm.
He holds my hips down, controlling the movement and not letting me thrust up into him, and I drop my head back in frustration. I see Jagger and Sly watch Pete move with restrained hunger in their eyes.
“Jagger?” He turns his head toward me in question. “Can I—” I lick my lips and try again. “Can I taste you?” If I thought he looked turned on before, that has nothing on the heated look he gives me now. With a quick jerk of his head, he pushes up on his knees and starts to unfasten his cargo pants.
Within seconds, his thick, hard cock is in his hand, making my eyes widen. It’s thicker than Pete’s, though not quite as long. And I wonder how much of it I’ll actually be able to get in my mouth. He strokes it a few times as his free hand moves to my chin. I moan as his thumb slips into my mouth at the same time Pete’s tongue pushes inside me.
I let Jagger pull my mouth open and watch with excitement as he moves forward, his kneeling position putting his cock at the perfect height for him to feed it to me slowly, inch by inch.
The second it touches the back of my throat, he pulls back until he’s almost all the way out, then pushes in again, holding my chin the whole time. There is something incredibly erotic about the movement, and it gets me just as worked up as what Pete is doing.
My entire body grows warm, and I know I’m seconds away from coming, but Pete manages to keep his mouth away from my clit, which is where I need to be touched to send me over the edge. I try to reach down to give myself the pressure I need, but Sly is suddenly there, standing by my head, grabbing my hand and pulling it back toward him.
“Uh, uh, uh. No touching, little bird. Your orgasms belong to us, remember?”
I moan around Jagger, as it’s the only thing I’m capable of doing right now. Sly just stands there watching my mouth with heat filling his eyes. Occasionally, his gaze drops to my breasts or to where Pete is attached to me, and my eyes dip to the bulge that seems to be getting bigger and bigger between his legs.
Since he’s still holding my wrist, and my hand is dangling right in front of his crotch, I stretchmy fingers and run them up his shaft. I feel it jerk in response as his eyes widen, dropping to my hand before looking at me in question.
I try to lift an eyebrow, but I can’t move them independently, so I’m sure it comes off a little strange. When he doesn’t react, I repeat the movement. His grip eases up, allowing me more freedom, and when I squeeze him through his pants, he grunts, resting one hand on the armrest above me as he hunches forward.
“You want to touch me, little bird?”
