Page 22 of Ignite: Tony's Story
Tony trails his fingers over my knee and up and down my thigh. He answers Quinn. “I have condoms. I’m pretty sure they aren’t expired but I will definitely check. It’s… been awhile. My ex-girlfriend moved out about eight months ago.”
Oh,thattalk. Well, this will be embarrassing− for me.
“It’s been a while for me too,” Quinn says, and I scoff. I don’t mean it unkindly, but Quinn has a reputation for being veryopenwith his affections.
Quinn fists the back of my hair and pulls my head back so he can look at me. “What’s so funny, Mouse?”
I don’t answer, I can’t answer. Aside from not wanting to be rude by insinuating that he’s kind of a man-whore, I can’t think past the tingling in my body that is spreading down every limb. The tighter he holds my hair, the harder I find it to choke out words.
“For your information, I haven’t been with anyone since the day I met you, Mara Smyth-Wilson.”
Oh.
Oh.
The room grows hotter, the tension thick. A layer of sweat coats my skin.
I realize they’re waiting for me to answer.
Clearing my throat and gathering my strength, I do my best to control my features and avoid the blush that wants to start at the base of my neck.
“I, uh, I have an IUD. And I’m clean. It’s been… longer than that.” I rarely get a lot of attention from men, or women, for that matter. I tend to blend into a crowd, furniture, or walls. It’s my superpower.
But I also haven’t ever been particularly interested in the attention of men. I’ve had short term boyfriends before, and I’m experienced and all that, but not very.
To be honest, most of the time I’d much rather do it myself. I’ve never had anyone make me come the way I can. Until the other night, that is.
Tony misinterprets my internal conversation as nerves. “We don’t have to do this. We can stop, move slower.”
“I don’t want to stop. Or go slow.” My voice is weak, laced with pure need. We haven’t done anything yet, but I’m pretty sure if either of them so much as stared at my vagina hard enough, I’d come.
Eyes flashing, Tony runs his hands up the insides of my thighs and over my hips. As he does, his face presses into my center. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, like he’s trying to suck my soul out through my vagina.
He can have it.
My eyes close, the aching throb between my legs increasing as Tony presses his lips over my clit through the lace of my panties. He kisses me and breathes on me intermittently, driving me mad with need.
Quinn readjusts behind me, evidence of his arousal pressed firmly against the small of my back. He runs his hands up my waist, pulling the dark purple bralette over my head. Tony peels my panties down my legs at the same time.
Massaging my breasts, Quinn palms the small rounds, squeezing and rolling my nipples between his fingers. Tony drops kisses up each of my legs, trailing up to the apex of my thighs. Turning my head to the side, I press my lips against Quinn’s, greedily meeting his tongue with mine.
Tony drops his face between my legs again, his mouth finding my bare pussy this time. His tongue delves between my folds. He licks me from top to bottom, collecting the arousal that drips from me. My hips jerk and I whimper into Quinn’s mouth.
I don’t know what to do with my hands. There’s so much stimulation, I don’t know where to settle. I run them over every part of the guys that I can reach. Reaching up, I dig my fingers into Quinn’s hair, pulling his mouth harder against mine.
When Tony hits my clit, the flat of his tongue making slow, firm strokes, my other hand reaches for him. I grip his hair, both ready and afraid for the impact of the orgasm that is building.
I’m panting, my nipples pebbled, stomach tight. My hips buck against Tony’s hold, shamelessly grinding into his face. I’m moaning and crying into Quinn’s mouth. So close.
Before the orgasm can reach its peak and pull me over, Tony stops. I unlock my jaw from Quinn and whine. “Why?”
Tony has the gall to fucking smirk.
I cry out “You did that on purpose?!”
“Don’t worry, Mouse. We’ll take care of you,” Quinn murmurs against my ear. He tugs me so that I am rested against his chest, dropping his fingers between my legs.
He groans, thrusting his fingers deep into my throbbing pussy as Tony kneels in front of us.
