Page 57 of All Saints Day
I feel Caz’s lips press against the inside of my thigh just abovemy knee as he continues kneading my hamstrings—my legs parting wider and wider as he continues to kiss his way toward the apex of my thighs.
“Hmmm, you smell so sweet, Louie,” Quentin hums—ghosting the pads of his thumbs delicately over my hard nipples, sending little ripples of electricity through me; my pussy pulsing—hot and slick.
“I can’t wait to taste that sweet honey,” Caz purrs in happy agreement, pulling my soaked panties down over my hips before he settles himself on his belly between my legs.
When my eyes flutter open, I almost jolt when I see Dennis—his eyes boring into mine over Caz’s pale shoulders and golden buzzed head; one hand stroking his cock—the other clamped hard over his throbbing knot.
I let out a breathy moan as Caz laps greedily at my slick pussy, his lips closing around my buzzing clit with gentle suction.
I reach down and let my fingers crawl over the golden fuzz of Caz’s hair to cradle the rounded crown of his head—his hands keeping my thighs open wide.
My other hand reaches up to stroke Seb through his boxers—his knot already so full it gently pulses at my touch.
Quentin’s face dips toward my hard nipple—his teeth gently teasing the tender points of flesh before he purses his lips and sucks gently.
“I want to taste you before I lock you,” I growl at Quentin as he lets my nipple pop free from his mouth.
I’m gratified by the low growl that rolls from Dennis; toying with one of his own hard nipples as he chokes up high on his cock—gently dribbling glittering precum.
Quentin moves from his place against the headboard, Sébastien, himself and I in the pillows so that Q can get better access to my face, and Seb, freshly shimmied out of his boxers can benefit from the leverage of my extended reach as I milk him firm and slow.
Quentin grips the top edge of the headboard as he rocksforward on his knees—his cock pressing past my parted lips and toward my throat.
I lift my hand from the back of Caz’s head to grip the base of Q’s cock as he levers his hips backward—nearly popping free from my mouth.
My thighs press against Caz’s grip as he slips two fingers inside me—pumping slow and deep as he sucks my clit, his tongue flicking against the sensitive pearl as the delicious pressure of the suction makes all the muscles inside clench around those two powerful digits.
Quentin lets slip a high, slutty little moan as I let my fingers find their way to toying with his slick asshole—his hips guttering forward as I suck him down.
Seb lets out a low rumble as my hand closes tightly around his knot.
I moan around Q’s cock as Caz begins to stroke my g-spot—his tongue swirling like mad around my clit.
“That’s right, Loulu, go ahead and cum,” Seb growls as he bucks his hips against my hand—rocketing me to climax.
My thighs strain—trying to snap closed against Caz’s ears as my pussy spasms around his seeking fingers—my abdominal muscles trembling with the power of my first orgasm.
Quentin pulls out of my mouth with a gasping groan.
“Fuck, I thought I was going to cum.” He catches his breath, sitting back on his heels.
“Don’t you dare before I lock you,” I snarl at him, Sébastien and Caz shifting their positions—all of them circulating to different places in bed.
“Of course not, Louie,” Quentin swears, darting a glance over his shoulder at Dennis; now on his knees on the far corner of the bed—one hand pumping hard and slow from knot to tip, the other curved beneath the swell of his balls—wet slurping sounds filling the silence as Dennis fucks his asshole with his own middle and ring fingers.
I feel a surprising wave of heat sweepover me.
I’ve been fucked by Dennis before—sucked him dry, and ridden him until we both dropped during that heat in the field—but I’ve never seen him sloppy, wet, and whining at the mercy of his own hands like this anywhere other than the fated mate dream space.
The thought of watching the other Saints fuck him later nearly sends me over the edge again right there.
Quentin begins to spread my knees apart with his own—dropping his face down to meet mine.
While I’ve enjoyed their doting, Caz making me cum has awoken the sigma instincts in me, and I push off of the bed with surprising speed and agility. I pull Q’s face to mine for a deep kiss as I arc my body upward and twist over—catching him off guard and putting him flat on his back as Seb and Caz look on approvingly.
I begin to drop my hips as I sit astride Q—my slick dripping down onto his waiting cock as I suspend myself on hands and knees over him.
“Please, Louie, I want to be inside you so badly,” he whimpers, his face in the hollow of my neck—his lips pressing to my throat as I lower my slick pussy lips against him.
