“You,” Paxton deadpans.
“I’m sorry, I don’t get it,” I say, flustered.
Cillian nods in Paxton’s direction before increasing his hold yet again on my cheeks. Hollowing them from the force of his touch. “You said you like how your cum looks on my lips…” he groans, his lips mere inches from mine. He extends his tongue out, grazing the tip of it against my pouty lips, before swiping it across my Cupid’s bow. Eyes locked on mine, he clears his throat. “But you didn’t come yet. Well, not this time. Paxton, if you don’t mind feasting on our wicked girl’s cunt solo, I have my work cut out for me up here.”
Unable to look away from Cillian’s dark-as-night irises, I let out a moan as Paxton feverishly eats my pussy like a starved fucking man.
“That’s a good girl,” Cillian praises.
My back begins to arch from the lustful force Paxton is applying to my center, but Cillian clicks his tongue, removing his palm from my chin and bringing it to my back, where he straightens my posture.
“Like this,” he says, flattening my back upward before he tilts my head, holding it in place with his grip once more, so I am forced to watch the way Paxton alternates between licking and sucking my pussy. “Faster,” he orders Pax, who now brings his ringed fingers into my warm walls and begins to fuck me with them.
My chest begins to heave, feeling my climax building.
I close my eyes, tilting my head back, when Cillian increases how his fingers dig into my face.
“Eyes on me when he makes you come, our wickeddiosa,” he orders, intensely gazing into my irises before pressing his lips against mine.
Our tongues unleash on one another for just a moment before he captures my bottom lip in his mouth. He begins to suck on it before dragging it outward, and then he bites down, hard.
“Ah,” I moan, tasting the iron that begins to invade where our mouths meet.
Releasing my lips, he trails his tongue to my chin, just above where his fingers are curled.
My breath becomes scattered. The feeling of blood trickling down my chin and to my neck, where he is now licking up the crimson release, is euphoric.
“Even your blood tastes sweet,Morta,” he murmurs against the front of my throat, swirling his tongue before bringing his gaze back to where I can admire the way my blood stains his lips.
“Fuck,” I cry. Between the way Pax consumes me and seeing Cillian suck up the blood he drew from me, I feel my vision darken. I want to clamp my eyelids closed as I brace myself for my release, but I know Cillian wants to see me come at Pax’s attentive mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Let go,” Cillian practically purrs, his gravelly baritone vibrating into my ear.
My body quivers as my orgasm builds, about to unleash its intoxicating fury on my body, when Cillian’s mouth hovers over mine as he tilts my head back.
“Open,” he says, prying my lips apart.
He brings his lips close, barely touching mine. “I want to feel your moans when he makes you come from devouring that pussy, while you choke on my spit sliding down your throat. Can you do that for me, wicked one?” he asks, in a sadistic tone.
I motion my head in agreeance, just as I feel my walls begin to clamp down.
“That’s it, baby,” he begins, gathering his saliva in his mouth. “Drown in it.”
My jaw is pried open further by his hand and just as promised, the way my pleasure hits the air is short-lived. A warm stream of expelled saliva works its way into my mouth, dripping down my throat, coating it with his spit.
My airways tighten as my throat flutters, gargling his saliva as I come down from the intensity of my orgasm.
“Good girl,” Paxton groans, moving closer to where I sit. He moves his hand to my thigh, and I notice my arousal on his fingertips.
I take his hand, moving it toward Cillian’s smug mouth. “Give Cil a taste,” I say, guiding his slick fingers to where Cillian is ready with parted lips.
“So generous,Morta, wanting to share the cum you left on my hand.” Paxton smirks as he places his digits that gleam from my orgasm into Cillian’s mouth. I watch as Cillian’s cheeks narrow, sucking off the remnants of my release.
“If I feed Cillian my fingers soaked in your cum, what will I get?” Paxton continues.
Cillian kneads the palm of Paxton’s hand with Pax’s digits still at the back of his throat. He lets out a satisfied grunt before removing them slowly from his mouth.
“Yea,Morta,” Cillian chimes in.
