“C’mere,” Damon grunts, ripping away the fabric, his cock springing free.
I tentatively shuffle forward, shooting Quin a glance of approval. He nods, grinning with amusement.
“Open up, mami.” Damon rakes his fingers through my hair and pulls me toward him until I’m on all fours. My mouth opens, prepared and ready as he surges forward. “Tap if it’s too much,” he adds in a whisper and then gives me all he’s got.
With one steadying hand on his abs, I let him use me. I let him fill my mouth with every inch of him. Drool drips down my chin, my eyes watering, the taste of tears and pre-cum so deliciously salty as he thrusts back and forth, his grip on my roots tight and hard and so fucking powerful.
“You take him so well, darling,” I hear Quin rasp, and I reach out, hoping to find him, hoping to channel some of this energy coursing through my body. But he’s not there. No longer beside me, and just as Damon slows his movements, my spine arches, and a pair of warm, wet lips, connect with my sex. “Mmm… You’re soaked, little Emery.”
A whimper escapes my lungs, my vision blurry with pleasure as Quin’s tongue darts out, flicking and teasing my clit, his lips sucking and blowing, and Jesus Christ– that mouth! Damon’s grip relaxes, allowing me to breathe more freely, and I lick him, dragging my tongue across his shaft as a silent, dirty little thank you.
“Oh, God,” I moan, gasping for air as Quin damn near pushes me to the edge. “I’m going to…”
I shouldn’t have said anything.
Stupid.
Like a coordinated assault, Damon pulls out of me and Quin retreats, and I’m almost airborne, flying through the starry skies as they manhandle me, changing positions, until I’m face-to-face with Quin’s diamond blue eyes.
“So fucking messy,” Quin pouts, stroking the underside of my jaw. His thumb pushes back my spit-soaked hair as Damon lays a hand on the small of my back. Quin’s thumb dips through my lips, coaxing them open as he adds, “Bend over, little Emery.”
My heart hammers in my chest as I feel Damon settle behind me, the tip of his cock brushing against my swollen sex.
Quin grins down at me. “I want you to look at me, Emery. Keep those pretty eyes open, okay?”
I don’t have time to nod. I don’t even have time to fucking breathe as Damon surges forward, filling me so deep that I jerk forward right into Quin. And I take him in my mouth. I take him and show him just how badly I never want to let go.
“Good girl, mami,” Damon growls from behind, his hand slapping my ass as he slams against me, my skin stinging in the most exciting of ways. “Keep your eyes on him. Don’t you dare fucking close them.”
I damn near drown in Quin’s eyes as he stares down at me, holding my chin in place as I suck on him, as I leave nothing untouched.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Quin whispers, and I’m not sure if I’m supposed to even hear it. “You’re so fucking perfect, darling. So fucking good. Yes.” His jaw tightens, and he throws his head back, a tiny moan slipping past his clenched teeth. “Just like that, darling. Oh, baby, yes. Don’t stop. Just. Like. That.”
“Are you ready to come for us, mami?” Damon rasps, arching over me, his hot, balmy breath tickling my earlobe as he curls his hand under me, his fingers finding my clit. I whimper, unable to speak as I nod my head, my muscles quivering and weak. “Uh-oh… I didn’t hear a yes.” His chest rumbles as he chuckles, so devious and cruel. “Use your words, Emery.”
Such a bastard.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
The words come out muffled and broken and somewhat degrading as I look up to Quin for help, for support. But he’s a bastard too. He simply smirks down at me, his hips rocking in and out of my mouth, unyielding, unhelpful, and I almost want to scream from the pressure building inside me.
I squirm under Damon’s ministrations, whimpering and crying for release. And then I feel his tongue drag across my spine, and his pace quickens, his own breathing ragged and uneven.
“Now,” he growls, and I can feel him pulsing inside me. “Come for us, Emery.”
“Look at me,” Quin demands, and I’ve never really heard his voice so fucking stern. So fucking hot. I snap my unsteady gaze up to him, obedient and hungry. “Let go, darling,” he groans, hoarse and raspy as his thighs quiver and the universe suddenly implodes, leaving only three stars among an endless void of darkness.
Some people capture fireflies. They trap them in jars. For the beauty. To relish in their light. I wish I could capture sound. The beastly noises that fill this room, that float into my ears, that settle in my heart. I wish I could capture this moment. And relive it. Over and over and over again.
“That was…” I stare up at the wooden panels on the ceiling, my gaze following the rotating ceiling fan as I attempt to catch my breath.
“An introduction,” Damon says, shifting beside me, his sticky shoulder brushing against mine.
“We’ll ease you in,” Quin adds, swallowing as he hikes his ankle over mine, the bed sheet damp and ruffled under us.
I blink. “Thatwas anintroduction?”
Damon and Quin chuckle, their laughs vibrating the entire bed.
