Page 143 of Saving Sparrow
He shook his head when Quentin offered him more food. “I’m full.”
Quentin fed me his last bite instead, and I fed him mine, then I jogged to the kitchen for the brownie I’d gotten him. It wasn’t from Hawk’s Bakery. I’d sneak there on my own one day. I got this one from the bakery at the supermarket when he wasn’t looking.
I fed him piece by piece, licking the corners of his mouth clean between each bite as Elliott watched. Quentin took the fork from me halfway through, feeding me and licking my mouth clean.
We ate and fed, licked and touched, and pretended Elliott wasn’t even there. By the time we did turn to him, his skin was flushed, his mouth parted, and both nightgown straps had fallen. I circled a finger over the smooth, pale skin of his shoulder, loving the way he shuddered.
“What do you want, pretty girl?” Quentin asked.
“I-I want to watch,” Elliott breathed.
“Then what?” Quentin removed his T-shirt.
Elliott flushed harder. “Then I want you to spank me.” He reached a trembling hand toward Quentin’s muscled chest, his breath catching when his fingertips made contact.
“And what about after that?” I asked, pulling my shirt over my head too. Elliott’s eyes widened, as if he’d never seen my body before.
His gaze shifted between mine and Quentin’s. “Then”—He swallowed—“then I’m going to tell youno, but I want you to take turns with me anyway. Is that okay?”Still,he asked that question.Still, he held on to this innocence after all we’d donetohim, in front of him, andwithhim.
“Para,”he said before I could remind him of our safe word. “Will you still…fuckme even if I say no?”
“Anything for you, Ellie,” I promised. “Anythingfor you.”
Quentin and I stood to kick out of our pants. Elliott nodded, already panting, slowly scooting backward to the edge of the mattress to give us room. He looked like a scared bird, a caged or cornered animal, but itwas all lust. Shy, overwhelming, beautiful lust, and Quentin and I were goners for him.
Quentin and I made love, forgetting we weren’t alone the moment we got started. Elliott loved that most about watching us.
We’d ended up on the floor in order to save the mattress, and our gazes latched onto Elliott’s the moment we were through.
Quentin disappeared from the room, and I had Elliott standing and naked by the time he returned with one of the folding chairs. Quentin lowered onto it, pulling Elliott between his spread legs and sucking his cock while I opened him with lubed fingers from behind.
“No,” he whimpered, but we ignored him.
“He’s ready,” I whispered, biting down gently on Elliott’s throat before backing away. It was my turn to watch. Quentin lubed his dick, then forced Elliott down onto it, spanking him as they fucked.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” Quentin praised when Elliott gripped his shoulders and tossed his head back on a cry of ecstasy. His hair brushed along the scar on his back as he rode Quentin’s cock, and Quentin’s palm made repeated contact with his ass cheek.
I stood in the corner, touching myself, waiting for my turn.
We never made it back to Locklier for our graduation. We had a celebration of our own up on the deck, then came inside in search of Elliott after he’d left us saying he’d be back.
“Surprise!”he’d shouted when we walked in. He’d quickly set up a birthday party for me and Quentin. A party of three.
We spent our summer taking long walks while holding hands and making love every morning and night. We had picnics in the park, and then Quentin and Elliott would play while I read under the shade of a nearby tree. We ate the food I cooked for us every night, and we fell deeper in love. I couldn’t have asked for more.
Things changed once the fall semester started, and we didn’t see it coming.
We’d spent so much time dreaming about being on our own, about leaving Dylan’s house. I never would’ve thought we’d ever wish we could go back… or ever wish we’d never left.
Miguel
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“I said, get the fuck away from my baby.”
For the second time, I found myself held at gunpoint by one of Elliott’s alters. I raised my hands slowly as flashes of lying in my own pool of blood assailed my mind.
“I-I’m not here to hurt him.” I stepped to the side, putting space between me and the bassinet.
