Page 23 of Ignite: Tony's Story
“Take them off,” Quinn orders quietly.
Is he talking to Tony?A shiver runs over my body.
Once Tony has stripped, he reaches forward and spreads my thighs apart, hooking my legs over Quinn’s to keep them open. He sits back on his heels to stare appreciatively at us, one hand slowly stroking his big, thick cock.
“Gods, you’re fucking perfect, Mara. You look so sexy right now, your hot pussy all but on a fucking silver platter for us.”
Dripping with my arousal, Quinn pulls his fingers from me and brings them to his mouth. “Fucking delicious,” he says, licking my juices off his fingers like he just ate the best meal of his life.
Delirious with lust, I can only sit there, wide eyed and panting, as Quinn positions himself so his legs are pulling my thighs apart even wider. Both of his hands travel to my center, spreading my vulva and exposing all of me to Tony.
“Suck that needy little clit, Tony.”
Oh fuck. With my pussy spread so the sensitive nub is exposed, Tony latches right on to it and sucks, hard. Within seconds, I’m crying out, an orgasm crashing over me, sending waves of intense pleasure all the way down to my toes. My thighs attempt to close, to ebb some of the intensity, but Quinn holds them open with his legs, not letting me move at all.
Helpless, I just have to endure as Tony finally lets go of my clit to lap at the cum slowly trickling out of me. It isn’t the reprieve that I thought it would be, though, because Quinn’s fingers replace Tony’s mouth on my clit. His fingers flick over the swollen, sensitive bud while Tony shoves his tongue inside me, lapping and fucking me with his mouth.
“Fuck. No. I can’t,” I cry out. The first orgasm has barely passed before I feel another building, and I’m not sure I can handle it. I’m also afraid that I’m going to pee in Tony’s mouth, but I can’t get words out to describe the overwhelming feeling.
“You can,” Quinn says against my ear, “and you will. We’re not going to stop until you’re squirting for us. And then you’re going to get stuffed with Tony’s fat cock.”
Those words have all the blood rushing from my head and my vision falters. A scream tears from my throat and I’m not convinced that I’m not peeing. Liquid shoots out of my body, coating Tony’s face as he laps it up, trying to catch every drop.
The orgasm doesn’t let me go, Quinn still torturing my swollen clit and pinching my nipple hard, extending the devastation that wracks through my body. My clit is still throbbing when he finally stops, only to hook his fingers over Tony’s bottom teeth, using them to pull him close. Their mouths crash together over my shoulder, my body sandwiched between them.
My limp body tries to give them more room and get a better view, but Quinn pulls me back up.
He chuckles against my neck. “Oh, we aren’t done with you yet, Mouse.”
A silent conversation happens over my shoulder before I’m flipped around, my face in Quinn’s lap and ass in the air. Reaching forward, I release his long cock from his boxers, trying to pull them down his legs with one hand.
Quinn sits up on his knees, removing his underwear. They’re barely off his legs before I’m grasping his hard length, running my thumb through the drop of pre-cum that has gathered on the tip. Leaning forward farther, I run my tongue up the length of him, feeling the ridges of every delicious vein with my tongue.
Tony’s fingers explore my pussy, kissing and biting the rounds of my ass as I explore and tease Quinn. The teasing comes to an abrupt end when Tony pushes inside me, just a few inches, giving me a tiny bit more each time he gently thrusts. I’m lost in the sensation, the slightly painful stretch that gives the pleasure more edge, and I almost forget about the lollipop in front of me.
I can’t believe this is my life.
Sucking the head of Quinn’s cock into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around the tip before taking him deeper. I’m taking my time getting acclimated so I can take him all the way, but a sudden rough thrust from behind forces my head down all the way, until my nose is touching the dark curls at the base of Quinn’s long cock. I sputter and choke, stars exploding behind my eyes.
As Tony grabs my hips and sets a quick pace, snapping his hips so that he hits a sweet spot inside me, I lose control of my body.
Quinn gathers up my hair, turning his head to look down on me, just lying face down in his lap with his cock jammed firmly down my throat while I try to breathe through my nose.
He smirks down at me. “You alright down there, Mouse.”
I try to nod, but I don’t think he can tell, the force of Tony’s thrusts moving my whole body. My moans are garbled around Quinn’s cock.
Using my hair, Quinn lifts my head and shifts so that he is on his knees. Holding my head at just the right angle, he thrusts into my mouth, finding a rhythm with Tony.
Effectively spit-roasted, I spend the morning getting ravaged. It’s like an out-of-body experience, letting go of control and letting them use me however they see fit. They are simultaneously rough and also caring of my comfort, checking in with me every few minutes. A sheen of sweat covers all of our bodies, the sheets already wet with my prior orgasms.
Quinn groans. “Are you ready for me, Mouse?”
Bobbing up and down in time with Tony’s thrusts, I moan my approval just in time. The splash of hot cum against my throat and the sounds Quinn makes with his climax send me over the edge.
“Fuck, Mara. You’re squeezing me so… fucking… tight.” Tony’s thrusts get slower but harder as he rides me through my orgasm before he comes, the aftershocks milking his cock for every drop. He rolls his hips into me until the flutters stop, pulling out of me slowly. A stream of fluid flows down the inside of my thighs.
My whole body trembles as I catch my breath. The only reason I don’t collapse is the way they hold me up. Tony has an arm around my waist, supporting my weight, while Quinn guides me back down to the pillows. They lay me down gently, kissing and caressing and whispering sweet words.Did Quinn just call me a good girl?
