Page 18 of Ticket to the Stars: Part Two

And such beautiful tits they were. Round and perky, big enough to fit in the palm of your hand and then some. A chest whose curves could make your dick ache just from a glance, the skin on them so silky smooth and white they were like porcelain.

I pawed at her left tit as I brought my mouth down to the right. My tongue slipped past my lips, and I drew my tongue around the nipple slowly, easing her into the sensation. Angel sucked in a hard breath, but she didn’t say a word—not until I latched on and started to suck, and then she let out a breathless moan along with the words “Oh, God.”

How adorable. God wasn’t here. It was just me and her.

Her nipple hardened into a perky point in my mouth, and I showered it with more attention than it could handle as my fingers tweaked her other nipple. When it was time to switch, I did the same thing to her left tit, moving my other hand to her right to continue tweaking and pinching and playing.

Angel squirmed. “Oh, Priest.” So breathless, so soft and light and feminine. Her voice, unruffled, was something I bottled up and saved for later. So unbelievably sexy I couldn’t handle it.

If she thought this felt good, just wait. I wasn’t done yet—and I wouldn’t be done until I made that sexy body of hers unravel with an orgasm. Maybe two. I wouldn’t stop until she told me to. I’d keep going and going, giving her orgasm after orgasm until her body couldn’t handle it anymore.

I pulled my mouth off her left tit, lifting my face to hers. After bringing my lips to her ear, I whispered, “I want to make you come, Angel. I want to see you lose it, but if I’m going too far, tell me.” A last-ditch reminder to her that she could stop me at any time.

But she didn’t. All she did was work on catching her breath… even though it wouldn’t be for long, because when she said not a word, I nibbled on her earlobe and let one of my hands slip between her legs.

Leggings were such thin things. If you applied pressure, you could feel everything. Every fold… the clit. And, as it turned out, hers was already quite swollen from the attention I’d shown the rest of her body.

She sucked in a hard breath when I applied pressure with my palm over her clit, and I smirked. I couldn’t help it. She had no idea how things were about to turn up, how the pleasure coursing through her body would be swallowed by what I was about to do.

Let’s just say I was really good with my hands. And my mouth. And my dick—but my dick would have to wait. It was my fingers’ turn to shine.

I didn’t slip down her leggings. They gave enough to let me snake my hand between the fabric and her body, and my fingers curled along her apex with a silent confidence that made her immediately moan when they found her swollen clit.

I began to rub both sides of the tiny nub, breathing hard into her ear as I murmured, “If something doesn’t feel good, tell me, Angel. Times like this, it’s all about communication. If it does feel good, I want to hear you… put those lungs to work and tell me how good it feels.” I stroked her clit slowly at first, but as I spoke, I picked up momentum.

Angel was breathless. Her still-exposed tits heaved as she struggled to regain herself. Though there wasn’t much light in my room, I could tell her cheeks were flushed with heat. Her back had arched a bit, and her eyes fluttered closed.

She didn’t stop me. She didn’t tell me I was going too far. And that was good, because I think I was growing addicted to the sounds that came from her slender throat.

I leaned my forehead against the side of her face, needing to be close to her as my fingers worked harder on her clit. I worked both fingers on each side of her clit in unison, then separately, trying to gauge which she liked best. As far as I knew, she’d never had an orgasm before. No other hands had ever touched her like this. This might just be her first time, and that meant she had to learn what she liked.

Fortunately for her, I would volunteer myself every damned time. I’d put in the work, the effort, do whatever she wanted whenever she asked, all for the sake of her self-discovery.

I so wanted to dip my fingers a bit lower, to plunge my digits into her core and see just how wet she was, but if I was going to dip something inside of her, it wasn’t going to be my fingers. It’d be my cock, and we’d both be naked. So, I had to keep my focus on that swollen clit and the sounds Angel made as I switched up my fingers’ pace.

It didn’t take long. I could tell when she was about to come when her breathing hitched and her hips began to rock against my hand; her body’s way of creeping closer to the edge without even knowing it.

“That’s right,” I crooned into her ear, my voice a bare whisper, “let go. Come for me, Angel.”

A sound unlike any other escaped her, loud and sensual, a moan that put all her other moans to shame. Her body tensed up before releasing its pent-up pressure, and not once did I slow my fingers’ pace around her clit. I helped her reach that precipice and I pushed her off the ledge, basking in her sounds all the while.

God, she was so fucking sexy when she came. With her shirt bunched up, her tits exposed, she was the epitome of undone. Beautiful and gorgeous, and so, so enticing.

I was measured in pulling my hand away from her apex, laying it on her stomach as I whispered, “How’d that feel, hmm? I bet it felt good. Want to go for another round? Sans fingers, though.”

I was about ninety-nine percent sure I was the first to have made her come with my hand, so it was only logical that we kept going a bit more and I made her come with something else: my mouth.

She breathed hard. “What…” It was almost like she couldn’t finish the question. Either she was too lost in the lingering pleasure of her first-ever orgasm, or… no. That was the only logical conclusion.

I kissed her mouth once before adding, “Just close those eyes and let Priest get to work.” Speaking of myself in third-person might’ve been a little weird, but I guess I was on the weirder side of things, anyway.

I mean, I was sharing a girl with my two best friends. Things didn’t get weirder than that.

Without saying another word, I crawled down her body, positioning myself next to her legs. For this, I would have to take those tight leggings off, so my mouth could get a good, unobstructed path to that swollen nub at her apex.

My fingers hooked around the waistband of her leggings, and I slowly pulled them off her, revealing her bare skin underneath inch after sweet, delicious inch. Let’s just say she wasn’t wearing any panties under them, which meant as soon as I got those leggings off, I was met with the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.

Wait. Hold on.

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