Page 17 of Cuervo's Carnival
The mixture of their pierced flesh with the wetness that comes from my slit and Cillian’s mouth makes my body feel like it’s going to collapse from the pleasure.
Our bodies surrender to one another as our senses go into overdrive. Every rub, touch, lick, and hold on our bodies feels like a fucking drug, providing a high none of us want to come down from.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Pax swallows hard, continuing to press his tip on my clit in circular motions, lowering it slightly to meet Cillian’s tongue. I damn near faint when I feel Cillian nestle himself in between my legs, while Pax drops his dick in Cillian’s mouth, still hovering over my slit.
“Fuck, me too,” I pant, my voice cracking, because my release is literally seconds away.
The heat from Cillian’s mouth suddenly vanishes, causing me to throb in need. Clicking his tongue, he bites down on my inner thigh, unleashing a ravenous moan.
“Not yet,” he commands before sticking his piercing out, teasing my clit alongside Pax. “Come together when I fucking tell you to,” he instructs, and the way his command sounds through his lust-filled rasp makes it so fucking hard not to pulse my release into his mouth right away.
He picks up the pace of his tongue, which slides from Pax to me, as Pax follows suit, increasing the way he works me.
“You close?” Pax rasps.
“Yes,” I murmur, “I’m going to…” I begin, as I feel my walls about to pulse.
“Fuck, me too,” he grunts, still maintaining pressure as he works me. “Fuck, Cil, that feels so good. I don’t know how much longer we can last.”
A slight chuckle falls from Cillian’s mouth as his tongue still laps on Pax and me. “Now,” he orders us to come, stationing his mouth on my swollen lips directly where Pax is about to spill his release.
“Fuck,” Pax exclaims.
I feel my orgasm rising to the surface, when my wet walls clamp down on the finger Cillian has now placed in my pussy. Cillian begins fucking me with his fingers, summoning my orgasm, and just as the pulse of pleasure begins to ripple through me, I feel Pax’s warm cum begin to leak out on my swollen sex.
Loosening the grip that he has had on my neck this entire time, Pax wraps his hands on my hips instead, dragging me down to the ground. Grass and gravel scratch at my backside, just as their hands cushion my fall. I don’t have a moment to shift positions, when their mouths meet at my dampened slit. Each grabbing hold of my plump ass, their tongues crash against each other at my center, drinking up Pax’s cum, which still drips over my glistening arousal. My back arches as I surrender to their shared pleasure, as it rebuilds my own.
Our collected moans gather and create a hypnotizing echo filling the tunnel as I succumb to their mouths with yet another orgasm. My hips thrash upward as their palms knead the thick flesh of my ass, as they savor every last drop of me, sharing my arousal between their silken tongues.
My release violently rips through me, stifling my breath and temporarily causing my hearing to vanish. I want to stay in this euphoria forever, but just as the aftershock of pleasure continues to sear through me, the blissful bubble I was just suspended into suddenly disappears.
It is then that I hear it.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
The noise is as piercing as it is persistent.
I shift my weight to my elbows, trying to lift my torso, but I still can’t see a damn thing.
“Do you hear that?” I ask Pax and Cil, who remain in silence.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
“Seriously, tell me you don’t hear that?” I ask again, agitation overshadowing the rapture they just brought to my body.
“Hear what,Morta?” Pax breathes.
How do they not hear it?
Tap.
