Page 136 of Saving Sparrow
“Almost there,” Quentin breathed, sweat streaming down his muscled chest.
Miguel kept his eyes on me as Quentin fucked him, his mouth parted, eyes wide. I grazed a shaky finger over the O his mouth formed. I loved seeing him that way.
I could feel his cum leaking from my hole, and I clenched tight in panic, wanting to keep him inside, wanting…wishingto get pregnant with his baby.
Something wet hit my pubic area, and I looked down to see Miguel’s softening cock squirting. My mouth watered for him.
With one last thrust, Quentin came, grunting and moaning as he tossed his head back. Miguel kept moving like he didn’t want it to end, as ifthiswas the best part. He was normally so levelheaded and rational, but now he seemed lost to his body’s primal instincts.
I took it all in, the laxness of his jaw, the wildness of his eyes, the loud way he panted and bucked back as Quentin held still, coming inside of him.
“Always so fucking desperate for my cum,” Quentin breathed, grabbing a fistful of Miguel’s hair. Miguel didn’t even wince, didn’t flinch from Quentin’s accusation. He just stared down at me wide-eyed, grinding back on Quentin like he knew he only had seconds before everything ended.
Quentin dropped to his haunches, pulling Miguel with him. Kissing seemed awkward in the position they were in, Miguel’s back to Quentin’s chest. But Quentin used his grip on Miguel’s hair to turn his head at an angle, then he kissed him just as hard as he’d fucked him. Quentin reached his free hand around to play with Miguel’s soft dick and his balls, swallowing Miguel’s low whine. Miguel lifted his arms above his head, sliding his hands to the back of Quentin’s neck.
They eventually broke apart, both panting and staring down at me now. “You okay, pretty girl?” Quentin’s voice sounded scratchy, and his eyes shimmered with exhilaration.
“Yeah,” I understated. I didn’t think I could love them any more than I already did, but it felt like my body was too small to contain the amount of new love pouring in.
I needed to get up, to clean up the mess we’d made, but I couldn’t move, could barely keep my eyes open.
“Stay with him,” Miguel said, slowly climbing off Quentin’s lap before heading for the bathroom. He walked like he’d been fucked roughly, and Quentin’s eyes shone with triumph as he watched him go.
Quentin spread out next to me, sliding a hand into my hair as he kissed my forehead. “Are you in pain?”
“A little.” I yawned, soaking in all his affection. “Just sore, really.”
“We’ll take care of you.”
I wasn’t sure what Miguel was up to; he’d been gone for a couple of minutes now. I wasn’t sure I could fight sleep much longer, not with Quentin’s hands in my hair and his lips on my skin.
“I want some of that cum he pumped inside of you, pretty girl. Can I?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered, cock jerking. I gasped when he slid between my legs and lapped at my hole gently. His tongue eased the sting, but it also made me want so much more than his tongue. I wanted him inside me too.
He crawled back to my side, moaning as he licked his lips, even getting the corners.
“H-how does it taste?”
“See for yourself.” He kissed me, his long, thick tongue reaching the back of my mouth. He left me hard and breathless, and he tsked when he looked between my legs.
“We can’t fuck you again so soon,” he said. “It was your first time, and you’re already sore.”
“But—”
“Don’t worry,” he said softly. “I won’t leave you like this.” Quentin licked his palm, then jerked my cock until I came again, my fingernails digging into his forearm. He sucked his fingers clean while I watched in a daze.
“Q?” My stomach fluttered with nerves.
“Yeah?”
“Can I… Can I call him Guelly now?”
“Yeah, pretty girl. What’s mine is yours.”
I smiled, my nerves floating away, even more love taking up the space they left behind.
“I’ll fucking crush anyone who tries to hurt you,” he whispered randomly.
