Page 31 of Ignite: Tony's Story
I can’t even finish my thought before Tony is on me, his mouth devouring mine as he pushes me back on the bed. He parts my legs with his knee, barely settling between my thighs before thrusting in to the hilt.
I cry out, still sore from earlier. The pain of the stretch sends a shiver of pleasure up my spine.
“Fuuuck. Fuck. Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. Are you okay?” Tony asks, breathless. Whimpering, I nod, my arms locked around his body.
He doesn’t move for a few moments, holding himself flush against my body, licking and nipping at my neck and shoulders.
Quinn settles on the bed next to us, scraping his teeth down my neck as he strokes himself with lube. He leans up and kisses Tony again, and the sight of their tongues twisting together makes me throb until I’m squirming, begging Tony for friction. Slowly, he moves, thrusting languidly. Fuck, he feels so good.
Beside us, Quinn moves back and forth, kissing each of us, rolling my nipples between his finger and thumb. His hands caress down my legs, over Tony’s ass, and down. Tony grunts and jerks against me. I figure out why when I feel Quinn’s fingers playing at the juncture of my thighs, where Tony’s cock is moving in and out of my stretched pussy. His fingers tease my ass.
“Quinn,” I whine.
“You can’t tell me you’re not getting enough cock, Mouse. I can see how our Bunny’s fat cock is stretching you,” he taunts.
With one arm snaked around my waist, Tony lifts me and pivots our bodies until I am straddling him. The new angle gives me control, my body taking him deeper as I roll my hips.
Quinn’s hand trails down my back and around the outside of my hip. My body tightens as he reaches beneath me and between my legs, touching the sides of my entrance, squeezing where Tony’s cock is slowly moving in and out of me. Both Tony and I moan.
Quinn’s fingers spread the slick evidence of my arousal up my crack, pressing against my ass.
“I don’t think you’re ready to take me here yet, but we’ll work you up to it,” he says, breaching the hole with just the tip of a finger.
I cry out, the added pressure increasing the tension in my body. Like the last cable holding up a suspension bridge, I’m afraid of what’s going to happen when I snap.
Quinn pushes his finger in farther, and I clench. Tony groans.
“Fuck. She liked that.”
Quinn hums, “Oh, does she now? Do you like being stuffed by us, Mouse?”
I whimper, my eyes rolling at the sensation of so much movement inside me. “More,” I choke out.
Tony’s hips thrust into me from beneath, his hips snapping and slapping into me a little more sharply. It hits a spot inside me that makes me cry out.
I’m going to die and it’ll be totally worth it.
I feel liquid pour down my ass crack before Quinn adds a second finger, moving them inside me, stretching me. I don’t think I expected to like this as much as I do, but the added pressure and Tony’s cock hitting that spot have me mewling and begging.
“Oh fuck, please. Please, please…”
Tony looks at Quinn over my shoulder, almost like he’s looking for guidance. Sweat streams down his face, his concentration intense as he pistons inside me. At this point I’m just here for the ride, bouncing on Tony’s cock while Quinn’s fingers massage inside me.
“What are we begging for, little Mouse? You can’t possibly want more fingers stuffed inside your ass.” He thrusts his fingers inside, scissoring his fingers and driving me crazy.
“Just fucking do it, please Quinn.” I’m writhing on top of Tony, attempting to buck my hips and chase whatever this feeling is, but my legs won’t cooperate. They might not even be functional at this point.
Quinn chuckles low against the back of my neck.
My pussy clenches and Tony groans. “God fucking damnit, if you keep squeezing me like that, I’m going to come.” He looks up at Quinn with a helpless expression, slowing his thrusts again and panting.
“You want my cock in this tight little ass, Mouse?”
I whimper, his words almost enough to tip me over the edge.
“Say it, Mouse. Tell Tony how you want both of our big dicks inside you.”
Tony’s eyes dilate and fixate on my mouth, waiting for the words that I’m not sure I can choke out. I can hardly breathe and the words are so… dirty.
