Page 200 of Saving Sparrow
There’d been so much pain to weed through, so much tragedy to climb our way out of, so much we’d had to forgive.
Quentin ordered us onto the oversized coffee table. “Let me see those pretty little holes.”
Elliott and I spread out on our backs.
“Knees to chest,” Quentin instructed, and we folded ourselves in half. “That’s it.” He yanked our asses to the edge of the table, then strolled from the room, leaving us panting and desperate for whatever he had planned.
I turned toward Elliott, leaning in to kiss him hard, whispering how much I loved him.
“I love you too, Guelly. So much.”
Quentin returned with lube and two vibrating dildos, lowering slowly to his knees before taking his time opening us up with his fingers. Our chests heaved as we begged Quentin to put a cock in us—his or one of the thick silicone ones.
“Quentin, please,” Elliott whined.
Quentin rested back on his heels, shoving four fingers in and out of both of us.
“This hurts me as much as it hurts you.” His voice sounded strained, and sweat ran down his neck, past his collarbone.
Elliott and I sucked in a breath when Quentin’s fingers left us, but then the dildos buzzed to life. He stuffed the slicked, pierced cocks inside us next, driving them all the way in. “That’s it,” he praised when our backs arched off the table. “Now jerk each other off.”
He pistoned the dildos in and out as Elliott and I got each other off. Minutes later, we came in time with a clap of thunder, the sound swallowing up our shouts of pleasure.
Quentin licked us clean, getting between our spread legs to lap up the cum covering our groins and stomachs. We sat up, and he kissed and played with our nipples, sucking hickeys onto our bodies, until we were hard again. We were a mess, delirious and ready to be fucked.
Quentin moved to the couch, spreading his legs and pouring lube over his cock. “Guelly, come sink that tight ass down on me.”
I wobbled to my feet, turning to face Elliott as I sank onto Quentin’s erection. He held me by the hips, assisting me.
“Fuck,” he gritted out as I leaned back against his chest. His cock went deeper, pulling a moan from me. “Pretty girl, climb up here. Fill that ass with Guelly’s dick.”
Elliott nodded, greedy eyes on my cock. I lubed up, lining my dick up with his hole when he straddled me. “Unngh,” he whined as he lowered inch by inch. He held on to the back of the couch, feet planted firmly into the cushions.
“Now squat up and down on that big dick, pretty girl.”
Elliott kissed me with urgency, rising and lowering onto my cock in time with Quentin lifting and lowering me onto his.
Being together like this felt sacred, the only religion I’d ever subscribe to. We worshipped each other.
“Promise me this never ends,” Quentin panted.
“Promise,” Elliott and I said.
“Promise we’ll always fight for this,” he demanded next.
“Always,” we replied.
We fucked the day and the night away and made plans to do so for the foreseeable future.
We promised that through everything, we’d remain vigilant in our ongoing healing journey, never giving up on the dreams we had for our life together. We promised to set and meet new goals, both together and individually, and to support each other in all things. We swore to always put our love first, to keep it at the center of everything.
We’d become stronger—both mentally and physically—and we’d continue to hold on tightly to one another, protecting our love and our family fiercely.
Our night ended how it always did since we’d found our way back to each other. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, repeating our ceremonial vows and swearing to live by them forever.
“This bond will never be broken,”I whispered in the dark.
“Nothing or no one will break us apart,”Elliott breathed.
Quentin kissed us both, reciting his vow with a growl. “And if they try, I’ll fucking break them.”
The End
