Page 135 of Saving Sparrow
“Now,” I begged, turning my scorching face into my shoulder as my next words tumbled out of me. “I need to be f-fucked now. P-please.”
“Look at me,” Miguel said softly. I did so, my embarrassment deepening when I couldn’t even stop moving my hips. “No shame,”he said. “We love you this way. There’s nothing wrong with it. We love you, and there’snothingwrong with it,” he repeated.
Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, and I nodded. “I’m ready.”
Miguel searched my face, then slid his fingers free. Having them in me had felt intrusive but amazing. I felt lost without them now, flailing in an ocean with nothing to keep me from sinking.
“Please,” I begged again as Quentin backed up so Miguel could climb between my legs. I needed something inside me. I needed the emptiness to go away.
Miguel sat back on his heels, his knees spread. Quentin passed him the lube. Miguel had just poured a good amount over both our dicks, and more over my hole, when he cried out, his head dropping back. Quentin had already started stretching him with his fingers from behind.
“I’m gonna keep finger fucking you,” Quentin said, licking the shell of Miguel’s ear, “until you’re balls deep inside of my pretty girl. Then I’m gonna shove my cock so far inside of you, fucking you slow until our girl gets adjusted, then I’m gonna fuck you hard, like I’ve been wanting to all day.”
“Fuck, Quentin,” Miguel hissed, bouncing up and down on Quentin’s fingers. I grabbed the base of my cock, squeezing and focusing on not coming right then.
Miguel lowered over me, resting on a forearm as he guided his dick to my hole. “Wait, c-condoms?” He trembled with the strain it took to hold himself back.
Quentin stopped too, leaning around Miguel to get a look at me. They’d only ever been with each other, and I hadn’t been with anyone.
“No,” I said. “I want to feel all of you. Nothing in the way.”
Miguel nodded, the tip of his dick making contact. His body jerked as Quentin resumed opening him up. Miguel moaned, closing his eyes for a second.
“Ready?” He swallowed hard, and I traced the nervous lines at the corner of his mouth.
“Yes,” I whispered, right before he started making his way in. He kissed the pattern across my face again, helping me relax as he pushed deeper.
“You o-okay?” he asked.
I nodded, too full to speak, too consumed to even remember how to sayYes, please,yes.
He moved in and out, kissing me with an edge he never had before, as if this experience was too much for him, too, like it was more than he thought it would be. I was his first, and he was mine, and my heart opened more for him, for them both.
Quentin shifted, leaning over Miguel’s back, planting one fist into the mattress near my head.
“Fuck!” They both cursed as Quentin slid inside of him. They weighed me down, making it even harder to breathe, but I didn’t care.
Quentin’s pace started off slow for my benefit. His force would determine Miguel’s, meaning each eventual hard thrust into Miguel would equal a hard thrust into me.
“Can you handle more, pretty girl?”
I was already on the verge of coming, and with him now leaning over us, Miguel’s stomach rubbed up and down my dick, bringing me even closer to the end.
“Yes,” I cried. “Yes.”
The whole bed shook, and there was something beautiful about seeing Quentin tear Miguel apart as Miguel tore into me. We were in this together. We were being devoured together.
My body tingled, the heat overtaking me, making it impossible to see straight or breathe.
“I’m…” I panted. “I…”
“Come,” Miguel breathed, his tongue sweeping into my mouth.
I came, breaking away from his lips and screaming until my voice gave out. Miguel stiffened inside me, coming on a silent cry as Quentin pounded away behind him. I felt overstimulated with him still inside of me, but my body welcomed it. I would’ve taken anything if it meant he didn’t have to leave me.
Miguel pulled back enough to slip out of me once his orgasm passed. I winced, the sudden emptiness jarring. He kissed me, promising to take care of me once Quentin was through.
Miguel pushed onto his palms as Quentin straightened, gripping his waist and rolling his hips into him.
