Page 131 of Of Heartbreak and Harmony
I open my mouth. I don’t even hesitate, and Jonah glides the head of his cock along my lower lip before shoving himself in. I close my lips around him just as Torren slides my panties to the side and slips two fingers into my pussy. My eyes fall shut and I moan.
“Fuck,” Jonah rumbles. “Do that again, Tor. She likes it.”
Torren does, curling his fingers inside me and stroking as he flicks his tongue over my clit. I moan again, pulling a guttural sound from Jonah. He starts to thrust in and out of my mouth, pushing deep into my throat. I do my best to take him, but I’m propped on my elbows while Torren devours my pussy. I massage his dick with my tongue, and I swallow around him when he’s in deep, but I can’t wrap my hand around him and pump. I can’t tease him or touch him. I can’t do much of anything, honestly—not with Torren’s face between my thighs threatening to turn me into a quivering mess—but Jonah doesn’t seem to mind. I squeeze my eyes shut as I gag on him, tears leaking from between my lashes and streaming down my cheeks. I must look a mess, but I think Jonah likes it. The way he tightens his hold on my hair and groans confirms it.
“You look so fucking pretty sucking my cock while your boyfriend eats your pussy. So. Fucking. Pretty.”
Jonah’s statement brings me even closer to orgasm, and Torren seems to know it. I can hear how wet I am with every thrust and curl of his fingers. Every time I moan, Jonah shoves himself deeper into my throat. My arms ache from holding myself up, but I don’t dare move. I don’t want anything to interrupt this moment. When Torren sucks on my clit again, the sensation makes me tighten my thighs around his head as my release barrels toward me.
“Look at me. I want to see your eyes when he makes you come.”
I force myself to peer up at Jonah through tear-filled eyes, he pulls his dick out of my mouth just as my body explodes. A cry escapes meand my muscles contract, but I don’t take my eyes off Jonah until his mouth is on mine and he’s kissing me deeply, swallowing every noise I make. Torren doesn’t stop finger-fucking me, doesn’t take his mouth off my clit until I’m half-crazed. My arms give out and I drop to the bed, clenching my thighs around Torren’s head.
“Stop,” I say, my voice a strangled gasp. “Stop.”
Torren thankfully takes mercy on me and pulls back, pressing wet, warm kisses to my inner thighs and pelvis. He nips at the flesh at my hip, then sucks, and I know immediately that it’s another bite mark. Torren King likes to mark me, and I’ve learned that I like being marked.
I tear my lips off Jonah’s and glance down my heaving torso to find Torren grinning up at me from between my legs. I nearly come again just from the sight. His face is glistening with my arousal, his lips red and swollen from his attack on me. He is sex personified, and I almost can’t handle it. I don’t know how much longer I can wait to feel him inside me. He presses one more kiss to my stomach before crawling up my body and taking my mouth with his.
I kiss him, sucking on his tongue and lips, tasting myself on them. I wrap my legs around his waist and push my soaking wet pussy against his hard cock. I rub myself against him, and he releases a chuckle that tapers into a groan.
“She’s so needy,” he says playfully, turning to look at Jonah.
“Good,” Jonah says. “We’ve got plenty to give her.”
Without a word, Torren wraps his arms around me and rolls over so I’m lying on top of him. A sharp slap to my ass makes me yelp, and I look over my shoulder to find Jonah kneeling on the bed behind me.
“On your knees, Calla Lily.”
My eyes widen at the possibilities of what he has planned—of all that he could do from that angle—and his full lips curl slightly into another tiny smirk. Jonah cocks his head to the side, then smacks my ass again.
“It’s my turn,” he says with a growl. “On your knees.”
Quickly, I scoot myself back so I’m off Torren, then prop myself onto my knees. Jonah wastes no time pulling my panties down, then covering my pussy with his mouth. I clamp my eyes shut at the rough way he sucks on my clit, grazing his teeth and making me suck in a harsh breath before shoving two fingers into me.
When a calloused thumb rubs at my jaw, I open my eyes and find Torren sitting in front of me, hard cock jutting straight up and glistening at the tip. I don’t even wait for him to speak. I just lower myself to my elbows and take him into my mouth.
“Fuck, Callie,” he grinds out, fisting my hair with one hand and cupping my jaw with the other. “Fuck, baby, that feels fucking phenomenal.”
I have just enough space to wrap my hand around the base of Torren’s erection so I can pump his shaft as I lick around his thick head. I taste his pre-cum, wanting more, sucking at him until his body vibrates with a deep groan that makes his thighs quiver. He thrusts into my throat just as Jonah starts to rub at my clit with his thumb.
“I can feel your throat tightening around my cock,” Torren says as he rubs his thumb over the space where my jaw and neck meet. “Swallow again. Swallow me down.” He thrusts deep into my throat once more, and I swallow until I gag. “Goddamn it, Calla Lily. I could fuck your throat all day. I bet you’d look sexy with my cum on your lips.”
I gag around him again, and then I pull back, taking deep gulps of air into my aching lungs. I choke on an inhale when Jonah’s thumb moves from my clit to my asshole. He spits and rubs the saliva around my ass, then sticks two fingers into my pussy before rubbing my arousal there as well. He repeats the moves until I can feel wetness dripping down the crack of my ass.
“Relax, sweets,” Jonah says, pressing lightly on my asshole with his thumb. “My dick is a hell of a lot bigger than my finger.”
I want to laugh, and I almost do, but I don’t get the chance. Jonah’s tongue swipes over me, massaging that tight ring of muscle, and I lose myself to the sensation. All I can do is pump Torren’s cock as my eyes flutter shut again, and I chant between gasps and whimpers.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, god. Oh, fuck.”
Torren’s dick twitches in my hand as he laughs and tugs at my hair.
“I wish you could see yourself right now,” he says, voice sounding like it’s been drug over gravel. “Ass up and fisting my dick as Jo tongues your asshole. Getting you good and ready, Firebird. Fuck me, baby, I want to feel you burn again. I want you in fucking flames for me.”
Torren’s words echo in my head as something wet covers my assholeand Jonah slips a finger into me. Lube. Lube and the tip of his finger, and I’m about to combust.
Good and ready. Fucking flames.
