Page 173 of Gathered Sparkle

They both moan, and Alaric’s hips start thrusting harder.

“Ace,” she chokes out, her voice a plea.

I stroke her hair, my fingers gliding through the silky strands. “What does it feel like, baby?”

“Fucking amazing,” she gasps as Alaric’s thrusts grow sharper, more desperate. Her pussy is glistening, and her wetness drips onto Ric’s shaft.

I capture her mouth in a kiss, my left hand sliding between her thighs to tease her clit. She moans into my mouth, her body a trembling mess between us.

When I finally let her come up for air, she’s panting hard.

“Goddamn, you’re dripping, Sparkle,” I growl out. “You’re so fucking full, and you still want more. Ric, stroke her clit.”

Alaric’s hand replaces mine, and I pull back, shifting to sit behind her, guiding her head to rest on my thigh. The position is perfect—her body sprawled between us, her eyes fluttering as she drowns in sensation, giving me the perfect angle to roll her nipples and knead her breasts, making her cry out and her body arch beautifully.

“Slide your fingers inside her pussy while you fuck her ass,” I tell Alaric.

His eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn’t hesitate, easing two fingers into her pussy, and Sparkle’s entire body jerks. A strangled, beautiful sound tears from her throat.

“You like that, baby?” I pinch her nipples lightly. “You want more?”

“Yes.”

“One day soon, I’ll be taking your ass while Alaric fucks your cunt. Both of us filling you, stretching you until there’s nothing left to take.”

Alaric’s breath stutters, his hips snapping forward harder as he holds one of her thighs up, giving him a better angle. “Fuck, Sy,” he rasps. “Don’t say shit like that unless you want me to come right-fucking-now.”

She moans and twists slightly in my lap, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my sweatpants, tugging them down to free my aching cock. Then she takes me into her mouth.

Goddammit.

My head tips back, a groan ripping from my chest as her tongue swirls around the head and my grip on her hair tightens. Alaric’s thrusts falter for a second, his eyes locking onto mine over her body, heat and awe flashing between us. “She’s perfect.”

“Yeah,” I pant out. “She fucking is.”

Her moans vibrate around my cock, her body writhing as Alaric’s fingers and thrusts push her higher. My eyes roll back, a groan escaping my chest as she takes me even deeper, the warmth of her mouth damn near making me lose it right there.

Fucking deep-throat queen.

“Fuck, baby,” I hiss, my fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her movements. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

She hums around me, and the vibration shoots through my spine, igniting every nerve. Alaric’s thrusts get rougher, the sound of his hips slapping against her ass filling the room. Her muffled moans around my cock, the desperate rhythm of Alaric’s fucking, the scent of sweat and sex—I’m losing it.

“You’re so fucking tight, Trouble. I’m not going to last.”

I watch the tension in his body, the way his muscles coil like he’s holding on by a thread. Sparkle’s body jerks between us, overwhelmed. She’s close—I can feel it, the way her thighs shake, the way her body clenches.

I pull my cock from her mouth, cupping her face to make her meet my eyes. Her pupils are blown wide, her lips swollen. “Need to come, baby?”

“Yes, please.”

“You heard her, bro.” I grin, glancing at Alaric, who’s struggling to keep his rhythm steady as his thumb strokes her clit.

Pinching her nipples between my fingers, I twist them, and a strangled cry rips from her throat, her body arching as she shatters around him.

“F-fuck, Nova!” Alaric groans, his body locking up as he loses control. His head falls back, muscles taut, and he thrusts even deeper, shaking with the force of his release.

The sight of them unraveling almost pushes me over the edge too. I fist my cock, stroking hard, chasing that blinding high. Sparkle’s eyes flutter open, dazed and utterly wrecked, and her hand reaches out, her fingers brushing the tip of my cock.

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