Page 165 of Saving Sparrow
Elliott glanced over at me, his watery eyes full of fire. “I said, don’t sto—Unngh!” He fell forward as I sent two fingers into his tight hole.
“Gotta get you ready for my cock, pretty girl.” With each thrust of my fingers, my hips pumped into the air.
He righted himself, eagerly backing onto my digits. Miguel backed into the wall, as if he didn’t trust himself not to touch Elliott. Denying himself was part of the fun. “That’s it,” he whispered to Elliott, “wet those pretty pink lips.” His hard dick tented his sweats.
I gave Elliott a minute to adjust before sending four fingers. The scar on his back tightened as his muscles bunched. He fucked my hand shamelessly, the sound of his cock bouncing off his stomach making me dizzy.
“Fuck, I need to taste you, pretty girl. I need that dick on my tongue.” I lowered behind him, reaching under to press his cock downward so I could mouth it from the back. “Mmmm,” I moaned, precum shooting from my dick, drizzling over the bed.
Elliott whimpered, pleading for a beating and a fucking, bargaining his soul for it. “Spank me… F-fuck me…Please.” His body trembled, but I kept licking and sucking his cock.
“No one told you to taste so fucking good.” I sounded angry, and part of me was. I couldn’t lose this. I couldn’t losehim.
“His eyes are closed,” Miguel said in his sex voice. Deep, husky, and slightly slurred. “Tears are streaming down his flushed cheeks. He’s mumbling something I can’t hear.”
“He’s chanting my name.” I said it with arrogance, getting to my knees again. Miguel pressed the heel of his palm against his cock, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.
I poured lube over my dick and Elliott’s hole before positioning my tip at his entrance.
“Fuck me like you mean it.” His tearful tone was goading, reminding me of why we were here in the first place.
I snarled, bulldozing my way in. Elliott’s palms slipped on the sweat-soaked sheets. He fell onto his chest, and I followed, bracing my fists against the mattress to keep from crushing him with my bulk. I adjusted my body to the new position, then fucked his asshole with steely determination.
Withdrawing to the tip each time, I charged forward like a bull seeing red, savoring the feel of his tight heat clenching around me.
“I’m gonna pump this ass full of babies,” I threatened. “Fucking tie you to the bed and fill your tight hole for weeks. You hear me?”
Elliott moaned, the mattress shifting on the bed frame.
Beads of sweat rolled off the tip of my nose, and I pinned Miguel with my stare as I pinned Elliott to the bed with my cock.
“You’re up next, Guelly. It’s gonna be a long fucking night.”
“You’re not gonna touch me,” he said without hesitation. “You’re going to tell me what the fuck this is about.”
I grunted, pistoning in and out of Elliott while giving Miguel a look that said, “We’ll see.”
Elliott tilted his ass up as best he could, welcoming each hard thrust as he gripped the edge of the mattress. I fucked him a little while longer in this position, our bodies loudly slapping together.
Pulling out abruptly, I manhandled him to his knees in front of the headboard. “Hold on,” I ordered, wrenching his head to the side for a feral kiss as I pushed my cock back in.
His moan rushed down my throat as I ground into him, making sure he had every inch of my dick. He reached back to tug my hair, nails digging into my scalp as I kept his lips locked with mine.
“Take it,” I breathed against his panting mouth, fighting to get deeper inside of him. “This is what you wanted, right? So fucking take it.”
Miguel still watched, but from the corner he’d backed himself into now.
“You can’t run from me,” I warned, fucking Elliott into the headboard.
The bed continued to rock beneath us, and Elliott begged for mercy almost as much as he pleaded with me never to stop. I kept going, cursing as he tightened around me.
“Your tight little hole sucks my cock just as good as your mouth does, pretty girl. That’s it,” I praised when he relaxed a bit, “let this big dick in.”
I threw him onto his back, bullying my way between his legs and driving back into him. I worked my hips like a mallet, fucking him as if doing so would keep him with me.
He dug his heels into my ass, burying his blunt nails into my back. I tossed my head back on a shout as he broke skin. Each thrust sent us closer to the foot of the bed, so I gripped his shoulders, digging my toes and knees into the mattress to keep us in place.
“I love you.” My words sounded broken. I glanced over at Guelly next. “I fucking love you.” They were the air that I fucking breathed. I swallowed Elliott’s reply, tasting the love. I released his mouth, licking up the tears running past his temples.
