Page 17 of Hold Your Breath

“Can we wake her up?” Jace asks excitedly, and Micah nods.

He pulls out his phone, and within a second, the security alarm goes off. We watch on the surveillance app as Willow rips her door open. Then he presses a button, and the alarm goes silent. She pauses, her hair a mess, then looks down and notices the basket and trail of eggs.

While we wait, Jace unwraps a large, hollow egg and takes a bite. I already know what he is going to do, so I elbow Micah and we both watch as he slides it over his cock.

“It’s going to melt,” Micah says, stating the obvious.

“I’m betting on it,” Jace throws back.

Micah pockets his phone and Jace tells us both to sit on the lounge because we will be watching this time.

The lounge is along the side wall and we both take a seat, and within a minute, Willow is standing at the entry. Her eyes lock straight on Jace’s cock.

He curls his finger, motioning for her to come in, and she does, closing the distance between them until she is standing right in front of him.

“On your knees, Bunny, it’s time for your Easter treat.”

She lowers herself to the ground, setting the basket of eggs beside Jace.

“Y-you want me to eat it?” Willow asks.

“I do, and if you’re a good girl, you’ll lick it clean. Then I will make sure our Bunny is rewarded.”

She places her hands on his hips, leans forward, and bites the end of the egg, causing the rest to fall to the floor, revealing his chocolate-covered dick. She leaves the egg where it fell and licks his base.

My hand finds its way into my pants of its own accord. I stroke myself beneath them, thankful I’m only wearing sweats. Watching her lick and kiss her way up and down his length has me ready to come in minutes. Jace moves slightly, and Micah grabs my hand, leaning in closer and subtly lifting his mask to whisper, “He has the same tattoo as me and your name on his ass.”

I quickly jump from the couch, almost tripping over my legs in my rush to move around behind him.Pressing my front to his back, I grab a handful of his ass right over his tattoo.

Jace leans his head back onto my shoulder and I bring the fingers of my free hand to his asshole. Inserting one slowly, I massage his G-spot, knowing damn well he will fill her mouth in no time.

She wraps her lips around his swollen head, and as soon as she takes as much of him as she can fit, I add a second finger. His body twitches, and poor Willow coughs. I look down at her now that she has pulled off his cock, and she has cum dripping out of her nose. Unfortunately, my robotic laughter gives no context that I am not laughing at her, just at the situation.

“Oh my god,” she says, burying her face in her hands.

I push Jace aside so he can get his ass covered, then I kneel before her and lift her chin. Her tears make me feel awful. “Don’t cry, Bunny. Seeing you leak cum is fucking hot—I shouldn’t have laughed.”

Her eyes sparkle as I wipe away her tears. “You’re not grossed out?”

I shake my head. “Of course not.”

Micah comes to stand beside us and hands me a blindfold. I take it from him and slide it over her head. “I want you to lie back, Bunny, and I will show you just how much I’m not grossed out.”

I help her to the ground, thenrip off my mask, putting it beside me on the rug. Straddling her, I slowly unbutton her top and let it fall open to reveal her perfect palm-sized breasts. I take one in my hand, leaning down, and lick her nipple. Then I blow on it to see it harden before sucking it all the way into my mouth.

“There is nothing gross about you,” a distorted voice says.

Looking to the side, Jace is beside me. I know this was supposed to be his show, and I go to move, but he shakes his head and hands me a pink vibrator that somewhat looks like it has bunny ears. I press the button and it purrs to life. This thing could take an eye out.

Placing the tip on her collarbone, I run the pink weapon down along her breast, and she shivers as I circle her nipple. I continue slowly down her body, and her stomach dips when I reach it—I fucking hate that she feels the need to suck it in. Repositioning myself, I lean down and press a kiss to her stomach, then help her shimmy out of the rest of her clothes. The guys must understand what I’m doing, as they both lie down and kiss her stomach, and I shuffle back, kissing her thighs while strategically placing the vibrator against her pussy lips.

I lift her hand and make her hold the vibrator. “Oh fuck,” she whispers.

We feather kisses on her skin, everywhere she could perceive as a flaw—her stomach, her thighs, her hips. As her orgasm nears, her body trembles. I kiss my way back to her upper thigh and lightly bite, and it sends her over the edge. She screams, louder than any of the other times we’ve made her orgasm.

Not allowing her to come down from her high, I rise onto my knees and take out my cock. Micah and Jace each grasp one of her ankles and lift, holding her legs up and bringing them toward her head, making her ass lift slightly off the mattress.

“Let us know if we bend you too much.”

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