Page 132 of Saving Sparrow
“I-I…” Miguel stammered as I lightly stroked them.Should I grip them harder? Should I spit in my hand like I’d seen Quentin do before?
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Quentin gritted out, boosting my confidence, making me feel like I was doing okay. “Guelly,” he almost whined.
“Right,” Miguel breathed, “rules. Maybe w-we should—”
Scared he’d say no, I shot up, kissing him to keep him quiet. Again, I wondered if I was doing it the right way.Should I force my tongue deeper into his mouth? Did he like that my tongue moved like it was afraid to?He cupped my face and kissed me harder than he had before, and I let him take the lead.
“You’re such a fucking innocent tease,” Quentin groaned, now thrusting into my loose grip on his dick.
Tease?Thoughts of that vanished when he groaned out his next words.
“It’s hot as fuck, pretty girl.”
Me? Hot as fuck?
Miguel pulled back, and I leaned toward him, eyes closed, lips parted, chasing him. Snapping out of it, I jerked back, my cheeks warming again.
“Sorry,” I whispered. Did he think I was too anxious? Did he stop because he didn’t like the way I kissed?
“Sorry?”he shook his head. “Do you know what you’re doing to us right now?”
“I… I…” I stared down at their dicks, licking my lips when a creamy bead leaked from both their slits.Did I cause that?
“Lick that pretty mouth one more time and I’ll have to fill it with something,” Quentin growled.
My eyes flashed to his, my mouth gaping open as his words made my insides hot.
“Fuck, look at your head, pretty girl.”
My head?
Quentin pointed his chin at the place between my legs. I stared down at myself.
“So pink and shiny. Look at that pearl run.” He scooped up the milky pearl, sucking his finger into his mouth.“Fuck,”he cursed. “If you don’t let me go, I’m gonna bust a nut all over your hand before the real fun starts.”
I released my grip on him, then let go of Miguel. Their dicks bounced upwards, bobbing in the air. Mesmerized, I reached a shaky finger out, collecting the creamy dribble running down Miguel’s shaft. I stared at my finger, then sniffed it before sucking the digit clean.
“Rule number one,” Miguel panted, and I smiled. We were gonna do more.
“Rule number one?” I asked when he seemed stuck staring at me.
“Uh, yeah.” He came back to his senses. “It’s okay to make out and be affectionate if one of us isn’t around. Like if Quentin has practice and we’re home studying or just hanging out.”
“Hey,” Quentin interrupted. “Why the heck aren’t you two at my practices if you have time to study and hang out?”
“Because we won’t be allowed near the field while you—”
“So, you sneak under the bleachers and peek out.”
“Can you be reasonable for once, Quentin?”
While they debated, I took the opportunity to touch one of Miguel’s dark nipples. I rubbed it gently, excited when it hardened.
“I won’t be able to finish if you keep touching me like that,” he breathed. I yanked my hand away.
“Where was I?”
“Rule number one,” Quentin said. “You’re not at my practice, and you want to touch and kiss.”
