Page 53 of Penny for Your Saints

I moan into Quentin’s mouth as we kiss, Seb stroking me through the thin layer of heathered gray cotton.

Quentin breaks the kiss, his voice low and sultry.

“Imagine being inside her together when she locks me,” Quentin breathes against my parted lips, my hips bucking upward on impulse—my cock twitching in Seb’s hand.

Another high pitched, needy sound escapes me, one eye catching a glimpse of Louise—those cinnamon eyes burning, fixed on the three of us even as Frank’s lips press against her flat stomach above the top button of her black jeans—the jingle of her brass belt buckle ringing out over the sound of labored breathing and the crackling fire now roaring in the stone fireplace.

Quentin and Sébastien turn their eyes to her too, our trio—six hands stroking and gripping one another as we drink in the sight of her and Frank together—greedy imaginations well out pacing our intense touches, slow like honey and heavy with need.

There’s a lucid hunger that flashes in her eyes, like a pair of copper coins flashing in the dark. She looks like a snake, that cruel glint in her eyes telling me that she’d unhinge her jaw and swallow us whole if she could.

Like liquid, she decants herself from Frank’s lap—pouring off of him and out of her jeans in one fluid motion.

“Hey!” Frank growls—his arms suddenly empty.

On all fours, in only a pair of simple black cotton bikini cut panties, Louise begins to stalk toward us—that dark, luminous desire to consume, to waste, to ruinate, sparkling in her eyes.

Lucifer—the devil returned to us.

She stops short, her slow crawl over the cushions halted by Frank’s hands falling on the upper butterfly curve of her pelvis—his fingers hooking through the waistband of black cotton.

“Where do you think you’re going, Sweetheart?” he grunts in protest, pulling the panties down over the round of her juicy ass as he gets on all fours, burying his face in her dripping pussy from behind.

Louise’s eyes roll back into her skull a moment as she stutters forward—her elbows buckling, loud lapping and slurping sounds issuing from Frank as he devours her.

Quentin and Seb steady her, and I’m embarrassed when I realize I’ve actually been holding my breath as she draws nearer and nearer.

Her eyes, nearly black with those huge, dilated pupils flicker down to Seb’s massive hard-on. Then she’s struggling back onto her own hands—clumsy fingers struggling with his heavy belt buckle through Frank’s distracting ministrations.

Unable to help ourselves, Quentin and I rush to assist—Sébastien letting out a long low whistle; lifting his hands up and out of the way as the three of us rush to free his throbbing erection from its denim prison.

Obviously pleased, Louise lets out a little moan as she allows us to take over for her, bracing herself on Sébastien’s thighs, tilting her hips back, Frank eagerly leaning into her—his hands gripping her ass as his lips purse around her clit with a low buzz.

Quentin unbuttons and unzips Seb’s jeans as I help to free his hard cock from the leg of his pants—his massive, cut cock, fully hard, a large knot—a dusky palatinate purple at its base.

“I haven’t tasted Sébastien yet,” she purrs, and while I hardly have a leg to stand on—as I’ve already fucked her once; I couldn’t be more jealous of Seb in this moment.

Quentin and I both make almost-pained hissing sounds as we watch Louise lower herself onto her elbows—her mouth closing around Seb’s cock head, glittering with pre-cum.

Seb himself lets out a sound low in his throat, his right hand leaving Quentin’s cock straining against the leg of Q’s finely tailored trousers to gather the silken falls of Louise’s beautiful red hair so that he might get a better look at her as she works him toward her throat—one of her lily-white hands wound tightly around the base of his cock.

Q lets out a disappointed sigh as Seb abandons his stroking—but takes the opportunity to make use of the newly freed space over his lap to reach up and cup one of Louise’s breasts, small, pert and perfect—gently running the pad of his thumb in tight circles over her hard nipple.

Seb’s hips flex and his head drops back as Louise moans around his hardness, her eyes fixed on Quentin and I.

Quentin shoots me a look, both of us looking to do our best to keep our promise to provide Louise with sufficient distraction.

I shimmy out of my sweatpants, my hard cock standing upright, my piercings winking in the dancing firelight as Quentin eyes me greedily.

Q does his own trousers and I reach for him, a sigh of relief escaping him as my hand closes around his hot hardness.

Louise continues to lavish her attention on Seb as Q and I shuffle our positions on the couch until I am seated with my legs spread wide; Q on his knees on the floor between my parted thighs with his hard cock pressed against mine.

Quentin lets a large bead of saliva, golden in the firelight, dribble down onto our joined cocks, a thread stretching from his mouth down to the rungs of my Jacob's Ladder.

He strokes us together—the delightful friction of our frottage appears to fuel the fires of Louise’s arousal—her gaze becomingeven more intense as she hitches her hips against Frank’s face eagerly.

I reach for Q’s hand and guide it away from our twin hardnesses, guiding him so that he’s now the one seated on the couch; me stroking his throbbing erection as I use my fingers to test his pulsing asshole, dripping with slick.

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