Page 63 of The Gift
“For as long as you want.” Ashton smirks, his fingers intertwined over my hand, locking us together, before his nose trails down the length of my arm, his eyes locked on mine the whole time. “You smell so fucking edible, like I’m standing in an orchard. I want to taste you. And one day I will knot you, for fucking hours.”
“Funny,” I murmur, no longer fighting with myself about this, “I want the same.”
I close my eyes as he kisses me, but he stops and I open my eyes to see what the problem is.
“Hard limits, don’t forget them,” he teases, coming in close to kiss me stupid again.
Henley’s tongue runs across my collarbone, and my eyes roll back in my head as I drown in the scent of both of them, warm spiciness and overtones of rain get sweetened by my own. We smell good together, so tasty, and this time they both wait until my eyes flutter open.
My body reacts and that spasm tightens, making me gasp out in pain, half rising off the bed, straight up into Henley’s range. His lips hit mine and the combination of spice and apple makes me moan longingly. A second later, Ashton settles over my lower half and by some miracle they both use their tongues in nearly the same way. Neither of them are gentle nor tentative, they know exactly what to do, how to do it.
Ashton groans as he latches his mouth between my legs. He shuffles up to sitting, moving my body so he doesn’t stop sucking on my pussy. He watches me the whole time, smirking a little when I stop kissing Henley to check him out properly, since he’s naked and all.
He stops licking me, dropping my body slightly so I can see him in all his naked glory.
“Are you serious?” I moan, my eyes moving from him to Henley and back again. For confirmation this isn’t a dream.
“It’s all yours, baby girl.” Ashton thrusts up, proud as goddamn punch to show off his awesome sized pierced dick, purposely placing his hand over his knot.
“Let me taste it.”
“After you slick for me.”
I nod before turning to Henley. “And you?”
He smiles, shaking his head slightly. “Don’t you worry, I’ll have you crying without the pretty endorsements.”
“Take your hand away, let me see your knot, Ashton. I don’t want it to be a thing.”
He shakes his head. “Small steps. Let us take the edge off, a dozen or so orgasms and then we can explore.”
“That’s a hard sell.” I smirk, running my hand up my body to squeeze my own breast.
“Do we need to tie you up?” one of them asks me.
I shake my head, and Henley takes over, his thumb flicking over my nipple repeatedly while he massages the fleshy part.
“You smell like pie, Henley.”
“Good enough to eat, too. The both of you,” Ashton confirms.
“Hot apple pie,” I murmur, reaching up for a kiss.
“And cinnamon.” Ashton interrupts before I can finish describing Henley’s scent. And it’s everywhere. It’s on their bed, it’s on Ashton’s lips, it’s on Henley’s skin.
“You tell us if your need changes, and we stop. I can make you come without touching you, baby girl. Going to bite you now, right on your clit until…”
“Less talking, Ashton.” Henley rolls his eyes before dropping his mouth to my nipple and suckling hard enough that I think he’ll pop my nipple clean off. And then he trails his lips and tongue over any scar he can reach, like I knew he would. His lips, tongues and touches feel so good. “Cali peaches, hmmm my favourite.” He smirks, licking his lips.
Ashton’s mouth is devilish, his tongue wicked fast. I shudder, my hips tipping high, thrusting, and desperate. His hands massage possessively over my ass cheeks, clenching and spreading in time with his tongue’s deep delving and I’m sure I stop breathing as I orgasm all over his cheeky smile.
“Fuck’n tasty, baby girl,” he grits out, his voice nearly lost in the noise he makes sucking my juice. “God’s sweetest nectar,” he stops drinking me, but as soon as I sigh in relief he restarts.
They work together, making my eyes blur while they bring on a second, then third orgasm in quick succession, replacing the earlier spasms with a euphoric calmness that they wear on their lips. I’m completely boneless as I float in that happy and satisfied place, the one you get after lots of good sex.
“Reno’s a miracle worker with your medication,” Ashton says as Henley lays me down. Ashton shuffles up to lie next to him. My eyes are barely open, and I seriously hope there’s no fire or emergency because I couldn’t move to save my life.
“Feel better?” Ashton’s breath blows across my face as he speaks. I can smell myself on him. I kind of want to taste myself on his lips too.
