Page 27 of Tarnished Embers

He widens his legs, and a rush of power flows through me at having him following my lead for once. Having opened all the buttons, I slip my hand underneath his boxers and wrap it around his hard length. His nostrils flare, his skin flushing as I pull him out, pausing when I feel something unexpected running down the underside of his impressive shaft. My fingers tease down what feels like metal bars, counting them.

Holy. Shit.

He has a Jacob’s ladder with eight fucking rungs on it.

“You found my accessories then,” he murmurs in my ear, his hand coming over mine and taking my fingers up and down the bars. “I can’t wait for you to feel them inside you.”

My poor aching pussy clenches, my centre flooding with heat.

“That needs to happen soon,” I tell him, and he laughs, a deep husky sound that has my thighs squeezing tightly together.

“As you command, Pretty Thing…” The last syllable of my nickname trails off into a masculine groan that I know the others hear when I once again fist him and pump slowly.

“What are you doing to my brother, little sis?” Oct asks, pressing against my back, the heat of his body leaving me shuddering.

“Making him feel good, as a little sister should do,” I reply, and four growls fill the room.

The rush of knowing that I affect these stunning men so much goes straight to my core, drenching my knickers, and I tighten my grip on Kit.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans, his hand dropping away from mine and letting me truly take over. I skirt my thumb over the tip, swiping up the pre-cum and swirling it around the head. His hand lands on my thigh, his fingers digging in as I shift to have better leverage, giving Oct more of my back.

“Twist your fist, little sis, he likes that,” Oct breathes in my ear, and I follow his instruction, my breath quickening when Kit curses. “See.”

Oct sweeps my hair to the side, kissing and nibbling my neck as I move my fist, watching Kit with half-lidded eyes. His head is resting on the back of the sofa, his eyes closed as a pained bliss covers his face.

“Shit, I won’t last long at this rate,” he groans, his hips thrusting forward, and the blanket slides down so that I can see him fully, see the piercing glinting in the film’s light, my fingers not meeting as I hold his shaft and pump it faster.

My tongue darts out, licking my lips, and all I can think about is how I want to taste him, how I need his flavour on my tongue.

“Oct?” I breathe out, my voice a huskier version of my normal one.

“Yes, little sis?” he says, pausing in his attention on my neck.

“Hold my hair, please?”

“Why would he— Fuck!” Kit swears as I swoop down, my lips closing over his head, and I moan at the salty, musky flavour of him.

I take him deeper, breathing through my gag reflex as he hits the back of my throat. His metal is an unfamiliar experience, the hard material contrasting the soft skin of his cock. Oct gathers my hair up in his fist and then uses his grip to pull me up before forcing my head down until Kit is buried in my throat.

I can only take in a sliver of air and my thighs are soaked with how fucking hot it is, my fist still holding the base of him as he’s far too big for me to swallow completely.

“That is beyond hot, Sugar,” Prince moans, and I open my eyes, sliding my gaze over to the other sofa to see him palming his own monster cock as he watches us.

“You take him so well, Cinders,” Cas praises from next to Prince. He gives me a wink, then shuffles around and takes Prince’s dick into his mouth. The moan that leaves my throat vibrates down Kit’s shaft, and his hips jerk, burying himself deeper in my throat. I couldn’t breathe even if I had the room.

The sight of Prince’s cock disappearing down Cas’s throat has rendered me utterly incapable of coherent thought.

“You like that, huh, little sis?” Oct whispers in my ear, finally pulling me up, and I take a huge, rasping breath. He keeps Kit’s dick in my mouth though so I can only murmur my agreement, sucking Kit’s head harder the more I watch Cas. “She’s so fucking perfect for us, isn’t she, brother?” Oct asks, and then he’s pushing me back down, making me choke and gag on Kit’s cock.

“Fuuuuck…” is all Kit can say, his fingers stroking my jaw as I bob up and down, saliva and tears dripping down my hand and making his cock even slicker. “I’m gonna fucking—”

He groans long and low, burying himself so deep in my throat that all I can do is swallow the cum that he pours into me.

“Don’t worry, little sis, I got you,” Oct purrs, and then his fingers are darting into my knickers, toying with my clit. I’m so worked up that I explode within seconds, my cries muffled by Kit’s dick which is still buried to the hilt in my mouth.

I pull off him with an audible sound just in time to see Prince thrust his hips up and Cas’s head down, Prince’s head thrown back in exquisite agony as he comes, and another smaller orgasm trembles over me, leaving me shaking and floating.

I slump back against Oct, who wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, brushing my sweaty hair off my forehead and peppering kisses all over my temple.

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