Page 133 of Of Heartbreak and Harmony
Callie’s pussy tightens, adjusting to the fullness, accepting our cocks inside her. She buries her head in my shoulder again. Her panting breaths warm then cool my sweat-slicked skin, and I hold her closer. I kiss her hair and whisper in her ear.
“You’re doing so fucking good. You’re taking us so fucking well.”
She whimpers in response. When Jonah is fully seated, he stills, giving her a moment to relax. I know the pause is just as much for him and me. Callie’s tight, warm, soaking wet pussy is almost too much. I want to savor it. I want to ink this moment into my memory, onto my skin. The feeling of her. The absolute perfection that is my Firebird.
“I can feel just how full you are. Stretched so tight, both holes taken care of. So, so good, baby.”
I flick my eyes to Jonah after a moment and find him looking at me, eyes hooded and chest heaving. He nods once, then slowly we start topulse, alternating our rhythm, moving our cocks back and forth. Inside her and against each other.
Jo’s mouth falls open and his eyes clamp shut. Callie and I moan, the sounds in perfect harmony. When Jonah speeds up, elongating his strokes and pulling out a little farther just to shove back in, Callie lets out a strangled gasp.
“Oh god.”
“Gods, baby,” I correct. “There’s two of us fucking you. Two cocks driving you crazy.”
A small smirk turns up Jonah’s lips, then I speed up my own thrusts. I jab my hips upward, hitting Callie deeper, and her pussy spasms. The orgasm hits her fast and hard. Her nails dig into my skin, the pain igniting pleasure, shooting straight to my dick. When she sinks her teeth into my shoulder, I almost come with her, and she lets out a muffled scream.
“Don’t you dare,” Jonah growls. “I want to fucking hear it.”
He folds himself over her body, wraps his hand around her throat, and pulls her up. Her back arches, her hands sinking into the bed to support her body. It puts her breasts directly in front of my face, and I take a peaked nipple between my teeth. I bite and suck, tasting our sweat. I feel her pussy fluttering around my cock with every alternating thrust from Jo and me.
Jonah speeds up a little more, and just like he wanted, Callie lets out another strangled cry. I can tell from the sound that he’s not choking her, but I know how badly he wants to. He’s holding back for her, for me, and it’s a testament to how much care he’s putting into this moment.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Calla Lily,” Jonah grunts out, then he makes eye contact with me. “You should see how sexy her ass looks all stretched around my cock. Her pussy fucking swollen and dripping around yours.”
He spits, releasing his hold on her hip to rub the saliva onto his shaft as he fucks her ass. Then he reaches down and circles his fingers around my cock, rubbing her pussy lips and gathering her arousal to rub on his dick as well. He spits again, then slaps Callie’s ass. She yelps, her pussy clenching hard around my cock, and Jonah and I both groan.
“Again,” I say, and he slaps her ass once more, making her clench harder.
“God. Damn. It.” Jonah punctuates each word with another slap. “No wonder you like doing this, Tor. Red fucking handprints on this perfect ass. The way it jiggles. Fuck, I want to come all over it.”
The visual of his red handprints painted with glistening white cum makes my stomach tighten. My own release looms just as Callie’s pussy starts to spasm once more.
“You gonna give us another one, Firebird?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
We fuck her hard. Her body quakes above me as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and whimpers with every thrust of our cocks. A gorgeous cadence. The sexiest fucking song.
“Give it,” I growl. “Fucking give it to me.”
She comes with another scream, clawing up her throat, rasping and breathless, and I come with her. My groan sounds almost pained in my ears, but it’s the exact opposite. It’s bliss. It’s ecstasy. My chest rumbles, and my whole body jerks with each spurt of cum into the condom. Then, just as Callie’s muscles start to loosen, Jonah releases his grip on her neck, and she collapses on top of me. It gives me the perfect view as Jonah pulls his cock out of her ass, rips off the condom, and shoots ropes of cum all over her backside with a roar of his own. Red handprints on her ass from his slaps, on her hips and waist from his punishing grip, and painted with white. He jerks himself until there’s nothing left, then he falls to the bed beside us.
“Mother fuck,” Jonah groans.
I turn my head to face him, but I don’t let go of Callie as she pants heavily on top of me. Jonah has one hand sprawled on his chest, the other still stroking his cock, and he’s staring wide-eyed at the ceiling.
“You sure we can’t do that again? Cause that was?—”
“Don’t even try it,” I growl, cutting him off.
He turns to me with a trouble-making grin, bigger than I’ve seen in a while, and it almost makes me reconsider.Almost.
“Can’t blame me for askin’.”
I shake my head at him and press a kiss to Callie’s head. “How are you feeling?”
“Like my body has been lit on fire. Like my bones and lungs are ash. Completely consumed.”
