Page 115 of Vying Girls
‘Fuck, I need to come,’ Haz groans. She sits with her knees spread apart, head tipped back.
‘I think you both do.’ Getting to my knees, I gesture for them. ‘Kneel up. And lose the straps.’
I feel a thrill when they both comply, bare now from the waist down.
‘Kneel side by side.’
Haz curls her lip but shuffles over to Elly, careful to keep an inch or so between them. I smile, knowing she’s only doing this because it’s my birthday. She hasn’t yet punished me for touching her, but she’s made it very, very clear that I only do so on her orders.
So this—this is a gift.
I crawl up to them, leaving a kiss on their mouths, my hands snaking down to between their legs. ‘Sorry, Haz. You get my left.’
‘Don’t fucking care.’
I run my fingers through their wetness, closing my eyes at the twin sensations. ‘Feels like you enjoyed that as much as me.’
Elly nods silently, her eyes closed. I bite my lip, wondering how, after six orgasms, my pussy can still be stirring.
But having them both at my hands like this, their double gasps, their slick noises, how could it not?
Finding it unfair to tease, I find their clits and rub. Elly groans, Haz releasing a breath through her nose, jaw clamped tight.
I lean into them, focusing all my control on my fingers. I can feel their clits, hard and ridged and feeling like silk with how wet they are. Elly buckles, a hand landing on my shoulder and squeezing tight. Haz tips her head back, her abs contracting each time she presses herself into my fingers.
‘Don’t you cheat,’ I warn.
‘Don’t need to,’ she grinds out, face creasing with pleasure as she races to the edge.
It’s Elly who reaches it first, denied as she was earlier. She groans out, the sound shooting straight to my clit. I focus my attention on her for a moment, prolonging her orgasm as much as I can.
When it’s barely over, Haz pulls me towards her, attaching her lips, tongue plunging into my mouth. She grabs my wrist, forcing two of my fingers inside her. With the palm of my hand, I rub her clit roughly, my fingers curling repeatedly, just the way she likes.
She moans into my mouth, more of a groan, her hands tangling in my hair and pulling hard. She wrenches her lips away as she clenches around my fingers, thrusting unforgivingly into my hand.
I’m still getting used to the sight of Haz’s pleasure, that loss of control at the pinnacle, the forcible way she shows me what she needs, expecting me to comply no matter what.
Her hands fall from my hair as she flops back on the bed, uncaring now of her nakedness as she manspreads to her heart’s content.
Elly’s already put her boxers back on. I find her discarded t-shirt and pinch it for myself, happy when it just about covers all my important parts. I start shivering as I lie down, shamelessly pulling their arms around me and stealing their warmth.
‘Thank you,’ I tell them, snuggling down between them. ‘Defo doing that again.’
Haz chuckles. ‘Whenever you want, baby.’
Elly kisses the top of my head. ‘That’s what, nine between us now?’
‘Almost halfway.’ I laugh helplessly. ‘Fuck.’
‘We should order in food,’ Elly says. ‘Take a break for a bit.’
‘Agreed. I also need to pee so bad.’ I pat them both until they release me. My legs are disgustingly unsteady as I weave a path between our discarded clothing. ‘My ass feels weird.’
‘Don’t be a pussy,’ Haz scoffs. ‘I practically fucked you with a straw.’
I send her a heated look as I reach the door, feeling way too floaty to argue.
I step into the corridor, so lost in my afterglow that I don’t notice Nic exiting my room until I’m practically on top of her. I suck in a breath, my legs betraying me by buckling when I try to take a step away.
