Page 69 of Wicked Elites

He swallowed my every gasp, my every moan, my every whimper until I felt utterly consumed. “Willow,” he murmured against my lips. “You’re so exquisite.”

I bucked my hips, trying to increase the friction, and Leopold slid a second finger into my core. The sensation of being stretched and filled made me break away from Sebastian’s lips and cry out my pleasure.

Leopold chuckled. “If you like that, you’ll love the big dipper.”

I huffed out a laugh. “M-maybe I will.”

Sebastian returned his mouth to my breast and swapped hands, so the fingers of his left hand teased and caressed my clit, and his tongue swirled circles around my nipple. The sound of a button popping open made me turn my head down, and the sound of an opening zipper made me crane my neck.

A thrill traveled up my spine. I couldn’t see anything with his head in the way, but I knew he was touching himself. I slid my hand up his thigh and over the bunched fabric of his fly. Sebastian moaned around my nipple and guided my hand to his hot, thick erection.

I gulped hard and wrapped my fingers around his organ. It thickened and pulsed under my touch, as though it had a mind of its own.

Sebastian let out a loud hiss. “T-that’s it. Now, stroke it.”

His words made the muscles of my core clench, and I slid my hand over his smooth, hard length. Sebastian moaned, his eyes lifting to mine, his pupils dilating, reducing his irises to a tiny ring of green. His face slackened as I stroked up and down his hard, throbbing shaft.

“Fuck, Willow.” A thin sheen of sweat appeared on his brow. He bucked his hips, increasing the speed and friction. “Squeeze me tighter.”

My fingers closed around him like a vise. He let out an approving moan and rewarded me with up-and-down strokes over my clit.

“Ah!” I squeezed my eyes shut at the intensity of the sensations. That felt so good.

Once I’d built up a nice rhythm, I reached out with my left hand and groped around until my fingers brushed Leopold’s fabric-encased erection. With the quickest of movements, he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled himself out.

“How many times have you thought about my cock?” Leopold’s fingers slid in and out of my hungry core.

I’d lost count, but I wasn’t going to admit it. “Once or twice.” I trailed my fingers over the velvety flesh, making him shudder. “It’s hard to forget.”

He let out a snickering moan. “The big dipper never disappoints.”

I did not doubt that. Sebastian lengthened and thickened under my touch, giving me a triumphant thrill. I never thought I would have a chance with a guy as gorgeous and fickle as Leopold, yet here I was, sitting between him and his best friend, getting the pleasuring of my life.

My tongue darted out to lick my lips. What a difference two months made.

“How does it feel to have two royal cocks within your grasp?” Leopold’s fingers brushed a sensitive spot in my core.

I threw my head back and moaned. I felt powerful. Glorious. More than desired. Having their attention made me feel like a queen. But right now, I couldn’t even form words.

He chuckled. “That good, eh?”

Sebastian’s talented fingers sped their ministrations, and pleasure swirled around my core. With each of Sebastian’s strokes, my muscles tightened and tightened around Leopold’s fingers, until they had him trapped.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Leopold moaned.

My eyes squeezed shut with the intensity of sensations. Sebastian was lapping on my right nipple while administering the sweetest of tortures on my clit, Leopold lapping on my left nipple while making the minutest of scissoring movements with his two, thick fingers.

I lost myself in a haze of pleasure and continued sliding my hands over those thick lengths and working up a rhythm that had them both groaning and shuddering at my touch.

Every nerve ending became conduits of pleasure, and they stretched and trembled with excess. The sensations piled and piled until the entire system threatened to collapse.

My arms continued their rhythmic movements, wrists twisting around the boys’ erections which were now slick with precum.

Low, sensual moans filled the air as Sebastian and Leopold thrust into my fists. Somehow, despite the strangeness of the situation, we kept up the momentum. Kept feeding each other pleasure as it swirled in an infinite loop.

I stroked their lengths, while Sebastian caressed my clit and Leopold filled my hungry, twitching core, but as the pleasure intensified our movements became fast and frenzied.

My sensitive bundle of nerves sparked under Sebastian’s touch, sending bolts of blinding-white pleasure through my system. My core twitched and spasmed around Leopold’s thick fingers. I cried out, and my fists tightened around their erections.