Page 13 of Ignite: Tony's Story
My fingers hook her bottom teeth, pulling her to me and crashing my mouth to hers. My tongue dips and laps, tasting her from her own mouth.
Mara’s arms wrap around the back of my neck, pulling me even closer as we devour each other. Her hand slips between us, pushing under my shirt and finding the dripping head of my erection pressed against my stomach. Grasping the tip, she runs her fingers through the slick pre-cum, rubbing the weeping slit. My knees almost buckle.
Quinn approaches from behind Mara. His hands come to rest on her shoulders, pressing lightly. Her eyes flash, excitedly I think− I hope− as she drops to her knees.
My mind glitches as Quinn unbuttons my jeans and releases my cock.
“Oh, a big boy,” he coos ridiculously. It bobs in front of Mara’s face, twitching when I notice her lick her lips. She reaches her hand up, but Quinn grabs a fistful of her hair, holding her still.
“Tsk tsk, greedy little mouse. Let me, please.”
Swallowing, I have to force myself to remain calm when Quinn wraps his hand around my cock. I have to brace myself on the counter next to me, my legs ready to give out.
With a tight grip around my cock, Quinn traces the dripping tip over Mara’s lips like he’s applying lipstick before pressing it between them. Her mouth opens, tongue darting out to lick away a drop of pre-cum. I’m already too close to the edge when Quinn guides her head, encouraging Mara to take me as far into her mouth as she can.
She looks so goddamned beautiful with her lips stretched around my cock, but I can’t articulate the words to tell her. I’m too focused on not erupting before this even begins.
Quinn pushes her head forward, my cock sliding so far back that it gags her. Her hands come up to hold on to my thighs. I start to pull out, but Quinn places a hand on my back, lightly holding both of us in place until her throat relaxes. He pulls her halfway off my shaft and then back down, bobbing a few times until tears are streaming from her eyes as she takes breaths in through her nose.
“Are you alright?” I ask, clenching my jaw. I’m afraid that she might be uncomfortable, afraid to move and hurt her, and also kind of afraid to come. What is the etiquette here?
Mara nods, the action causing me to slip farther, hitting the back of her throat rather forcefully. I choke out a moan and hold on to the kitchen counter for dear life, my knuckles turning white.
“What about you, Bunny? You alright, big man?” As he asks, he moves Mara’s head. Her mouth slides up and down my cock, slowly at first, but picking up pace.
I’m not able to form words past, “Fuuuuck.”
There is something so fucking erotic about watching Quinn control Mara, watching my cock disappear into her mouth every time he pushes down. His hand grips her hair tighter, and Mara drops her hands, letting him take complete control.
A tingling feeling starts at the base of my spine, my balls tightening, as an orgasm builds. Quinn lowers himself so his face is close to Mara’s, watching closely as he fucks me with her face.
“God damn, Mouse. I think you take that big cock better than I could. Are you gonna swallow his hot cum?”
Fucking shit. I’m about to blow, but what sets me over the edge more than Quinn’s dirty mouth is Mara.
She tries to nod, choking out a sound of approval like she wants it. I’ve gotten blow jobs before, even good ones, but I’ve never looked a woman in the eye while my cock was buried in her throat and seen such primal desire staring back at me. It’s my undoing.
“Oh god, Mara−“
Mara digs her fingers into my hips, hollowing out her cheeks and bobbing hard on my cock, even without Quinn’s guidance. A violent tremor wracks through my body as I explode, splashing into the back of her throat.
She swallows it all down, sucking on me like a giant straw until she’s taken every last drop.
Pulling out of her mouth, I fall to the ground next to them both, leaning back against the island.
“Holy shit.”
“Holy shit.” Quinn agrees.
Mara hums her agreement, collapsing back against both of us.
Mara
The sound and smell of bacon lure me from the comfort of Quinn’s bed. Shuffling out of the bedroom, I find Quinn in the kitchen, sprinkling spinach leaves inside of an omelet.
“Do you know if Tony eats eggs?” He asks me, his brow furrowed slightly. “I made sure the bacon didn’t touch this pan, but I wasn’t sure about eggs. I’m making potatoes too, just in case.”
Grinning, I raise up on my tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek. “I wouldn’t know any better than you, but I’m sure he’ll appreciate the gesture either way. Where is he though?”
