Blame it on the Tequila by Fiona Cole (reader novel txt) 📗

leaned forward, his finger slid inside. Another finger joined the first, and he stopped a breath away from my mouth as if he wanted to taste me there but knew he couldn’t. He locked me in his gaze, inches apart, and slid his fingers in and out, the sound of my core trying to suck him back in obscene and blending with my whimpering cries.

“She’s tight,” Ash uttered.

“So fucking tight. If I was a less jealous man, I’d let you feel it yourself, but unfortunately for you, I’m not.”

“I’ll take this.”

“How many times did you fantasize about Nova in high school?” Parker asked.

I almost scoffed and said never for him when he shocked me. “So many times. I jerked off to the thought of bending sweet little Nova over the couch in our practice space and fucking right through that little virgin hymen.” At my wide-eyed stare, he smirked and shoved in hard, pulling a cry from me. “But not nearly as many times as you did.”

“I think I have everyone beat. Her pussy was all I thought about. Totally worth the wait.”

“We’ll see.” Ash leaned in and diverted to my chin, sucking down my neck into my cleavage.

As he progressed lower, Parker worked the other side, tugging both straps of my dress off my shoulders. As if Ash was waiting, as soon as the material cleared my nipples, he pounced, sucking the tip into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

“Pierced fucking nipples. Fuck yeah,” he said in awe, almost to himself. He tortured and teased, moving from one breast to the other, working in tandem with Parker—while he sucked, Parker played. All the while, his fingers twisting and pulling and swirling until I was sure there was a mess on the bed under me.

Finally, Ash skipped over my bunched-up dress and wedged his shoulders between my thighs, his hot breath gentle puffs to my overly sensitized skin. I tried to thrust up to reach his mouth only to have him pull back and tsk.

“Please,” I whimpered.

“Supernova is a desperate little beggar. I fucking approve,” Ash taunted.

Parker’s laugh rumbled against my back, and frankly, I wasn’t sure this was what I imagined being tortured by two men at once was like.

No, it was better. Yes, I wanted Ash to make me come, but the torture added to the tension, pulling the string tighter and tighter like a twisting screw, and I knew that once it snapped, it’d be heaven.

I trembled against Parker, holding on to wherever I could reach of him, my forehead growing damp from balancing on the edge for so long. Ash took his sweet time, sucking my folds, lapping along my thighs, barely brushing his tongue inside me, and ending with a light flick of his tongue to my clit. I wanted to wait patiently and scream all at once. I hadn’t even begun coming, and I already felt torn in half.

Parker added to the painful pleasure by cupping my breasts, teasing the tips with swirls and pinches until I wanted to sob in need.

When I started to lose myself to the moment, Ash latched on tight, sucking my clit hard at the same time he shoved three fingers deep, and like I’d touched jumper cables, I jolted over the edge. Screaming moans ripped from deep inside me as I came fully apart, watching this man devour my pussy.

“Fucking. Again,” he ordered like a savage animal, diving back in for more.

“I-I-can’t—”

“You will,” Parker demanded in my ear. He pinched my nipples, and right as I started coming down from my last orgasm, another took hold, and I flew even further.

Ringing crescendoed, and black closed in around the edges, my body just one long pulsing orgasm.

“Need you,” Parker groaned against my neck. “Need inside you.”

Ash pulled me toward him, still fingering my pussy as Parker rustled out of his clothes behind me.

“I’m gonna watch you ride him, imagining it’s me. I’m gonna sit right there,” he nodded to the chair in the corner, “and watch him stretch that tight little cunt around his fat cock. I’m going to see everything.”

His words kept me more on edge than his fingers.

“I’m going to watch your tits bounce from him fucking up into you so hard. I’m going to watch your ass grind on him, imagine crawling up behind you and fucking that tight asshole—both of us at the same time.”

“Parker,” I whimpered. I needed him.

“Show me,” Ash ordered, releasing me.

He did as promised and moved to the chair. Like a woman possessed, I turned to find Parker waiting for me, already stroking his thick length, and I couldn’t wait another second to have him inside me.

I crawled over him, holding him tall at my entrance, and sank down. We both groaned, and I didn’t stop until he filled me with every inch.

“Fuck, you’re so swollen and wet.”

Resting my hands on his chest, I lifted up and fell down, rocking my hips back at the same time. My legs shook from the exertion of holding myself so tensely when Ash ate me out, but nothing would stop me from having Parker.

“God damn,” Ash groaned. I glanced over to find him with his dick, just as long and thick as Parker, in his hand, using a rough, fast grip.

Parker pushed up, hitting deep inside, and I focused my attention back on him. I rocked harder, racing toward another orgasm, unsure how I could survive another one. Parker gripped my hips and pulled himself up to suck on my nipples, and helped me move. I held onto his head, sinking my fingers into his damp hair, and ground myself down to get friction on my clit.

“You are fucking perfect,” Parker muttered against my chest. “I’m gonna come, baby.”

“Yes. Please.”

He fell back again and held me in place as he fucked up inside me, taking his thumb to brush my clit. All the while, Ash watched. I saw what he told me he would see, and the picture was too much. I