“Fuck, baby,” I pant. “Your hand shouldnotfeel this good.”
Fi laughs at my comment and lowers her head to my chest, her hair tickling my flushed skin. She kisses my right pec and takes my nipple into her mouth, biting and nibbling. I whimper as her warm tongue swirls around it, my senses completely overwhelmed.
Bastian gives me another stroke, and I groan loudly, but then he stops. I peer around Fi’s head to find him staring hungrily at my cock, his eyes dilated.
He looks up at me. “Can I?”
I nod eagerly. “God, yes.”
Fi switches to my other nipple, and I whimper because, shit, I could come from this alone.
“I’ve never—,” Bastian says, licking his lips nervously. “I want it to feel good for you.”
“I’ll help you,” I breathe. “Just, put your mouth on me. Please.”
He smirks, and I suspect it’s from the desperation in my voice. Then, he lowers his face, his hot breath coasting over my shaft and hitting my balls. I wiggle impatiently, and Fi pressesher hand into my chest, holding me still. She’s so freaking strong.
Bastian licks the crown of my dick slowly, like he’s savoring an ice cream cone, and every muscle in my body tenses as I resist the urge to thrust violently into his mouth. His lips part and he sucks my head, swallowing my precum. I buck involuntarily this time, and Fi gives me a naughty look and shakes her head. She lifts her leg and straddles my chest, pressing her weight against my torso so that I can’t move.
“Fi,” I whine. “I want to see him.”
“Shhh, let him adjust first, B,” she purrs.
Sebastian pulls my whole cock into his mouth, and it’s so soft and warm. I feel the slight pinch of his teeth on the underside of my length, and the pain just licks my pleasure center even more.
“You feel so good, baby,” I pant. “Take me deeper.”
He does, but I hear his gag, and I still, letting him recover. He clears his throat, but then his mouth is on me again. “Relax for me.” He listens, and I feel the back of his throat graze the head of my cock. “Fucking hell. You’re doing such a good job.”
He hums at the praise, the vibrations buzzing through my thighs and up my spine, white-hot pleasure inundating me in waves. Fi’s bent over my body, her teeth scraping over my neck and across my scar, which tingles like tiny zaps of lightning.
“I’m so close, Fi. Please let me see him.” I know I sound wrecked, but I don’t care. I want to come so fucking bad.
Fi’s lips meet mine, soft and needy as she sucks and bites. Then, she pulls away and moves to the side.
Bastian is on his knees, and he stares at me with lustful, tear-filled eyes. He clutches my thighs and pushes them wider as he chokes on my cock, and I can’t stand it. I reach forward, grab a handful of his dark brown hair, and twine it between my fingers.
“Look at you,” I say hoarsely. “So pretty on your knees forme.” I thrust, hitting the back of Bastian’s throat. “Do you want to swallow my cum, beautiful?”
He nods quickly, his lips making obscene slurping noises and dripping saliva as he pulls back and takes me deep again.
My breath stutters at the sight, and I orgasm so hard, so suddenly, my vision blackens at the edges. I fuck Bastian’s mouth disjointedly while I unload for what seems like forever, and he swallows everything, his grip on my thighs tight. Watching a string of cum dribbling from his puffy red lips is so fucking hot.
We stare at each other in shocked silence.
“Well, I’m putting that in my spank bank,” Fi mumbles.
I glance at her, amused. Bastian looks down and flushes, his hand dropping below the bed.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Sorry, Stitch,” he mutters. “I got cum all over the edge of your friend’s quilt.”
“You cameagain? From just giving a blow job?”
“I, err, yes?”
I push myself up and look over the edge of the bed. He’s sitting cross-legged on the floor now, naked from the waist down, and his release is all over his shirt, the comforter, and the carpet. He runs a shaky hand through his mussed hair and gives me an apologetic look.
