Page 126 of Saving Sparrow
“Yeah,” I answered, out of breath. “I feel it.” We dropped our gazes to Elliott. His hair had come loose again, the tie holding the strands together torn apart by Quentin’s aggressive hands. Somehow, the strap I’d adjusted on his nightgown had fallen off completely. That side of the silk gown had folded down, and one tight, pink nipple faced me.
Elliott shifted restlessly, and breathing seemed difficult for him. Quentin and I peeled the covers away, revealing Elliott’s long, toned legs and thighs.
“Fuck, you look hungry, Guelly.”
“I am.” I bent over Elliott, my upper body angled over his chest as my palms pressed into his pillow. “Can I kiss you?” I asked, not even an inch away from his lips.
“Y-yes.”
I took my time, my kiss giving, meant to teach. Elliott parted his mouth, letting my tongue slip in.
“You two look hot as fuck,” Quentin groaned, squeezing my ass. That stamp of approval made Elliott more confident. He slipped his hands into my hair, opening his mouth wider. He followed my lead, sharing in the gentle dominance, both of us giving and taking with patience.
Quentin slid his hand into the back of my shorts, then into the back of my boxer briefs. I arched my back, moaning into Elliott’s mouth when his dry fingertip circled my hole.
“Wait.” I broke the kiss, rolling to my back as I fought for control over myself. Elliott raised to his elbows, staring over at me with red, puffy lips.Quentin palmed his dick through his underwear, plans formulating in his gaze.
“W-we need to take things slow.” They both gaped at me, and my own dick twitched as if askingAre you kidding me right now?!“We need to create some rules for how this is going to work.”
“But—”
“I mean it, Quentin. This is too important.” At my serious tone, their expressions filled with a matching fear.
“Okay,” Quentin said, taking a deep breath and falling to his haunches. “You’re right. But… can I just touch him a little bit? Can I touch you a little bit, pretty girl?”
“Yes.” Elliott nodded. “Please.”
They waited for me to give the okay, the needy look in their eyes turning me on. Promising myself we wouldn’t go too far, I gave in. “Just a little.”
“Lie on your side,” Quentin said to Elliott, already turning him in his direction. I closed in behind Elliott, moving his hair so I could kiss along his neck as Quentin inched his nightgown up.
Elliott moved as though he couldn’t control the energy in his body, his feet bumping into mine as his back arched. His ass brushed against my hard dick, and although I’d never topped before, I shuddered with how badly I wanted to.
I slid down his back as Quentin slid down his front, tearing away the lace briefs Elliott had on.
Elliott sucked in a breath, and I bit down on his bare ass cheek as Quentin asked, “Can I suck your dick, pretty girl?”
Elliott’s frantic nod reverberated down his body. “Yes.” He let out a cry, latching on to my hair as I spread him open and licked my way up his butt crack.
“Fuck, you taste good,” Quentin whispered, letting me know he’d already had his mouth on him. “Thick and salty.”
I almost came in my shorts, and I worked my tongue faster, rimming his hole the way Quentin rimmed mine. This was new to me, and I hadn’t expected to feel so powerful. I understood now why being the dominant one appealed to Quentin the way it did. Now, I’d get to experience both.
Elliott thrust back, fucking my tongue, and then forward, fucking Quentin’s mouth.
“Take your clothes off, Guelly,” Quentin ordered.
I stopped to slide my shorts and underwear off, then hurried back to Elliott’s ass again.
“Grab your dick,” he ordered next. “Get yourself off.” The sounds of him sucking and slurping around Elliott’s cock fired up again. I spit into my palm, reaching for myself.
My left arm was useless in this position, and with the loss of my right hand, I couldn’t spread Elliott’s cheeks apart. He unfisted my hair, holding himself open for me as he thrust harder into Quentin’s hungry mouth. Quentin loved sucking cock.
“Please, I… I…” Elliott was close.
“You come in my fucking mouth.” Quentin’s voice was rough. “You hear me?”
“Y-yes,” Elliott breathed. “P-please.”
