Page 83 of Run, Little Rabbit

Angel's touch whispers against my clit and down the length of my pussy, causing me to shiver. It’s soft and exploratory, almost scientific, as he learns his way around my pussy. But he must be watching my reactions because he soon learns what makes me groan or flinch or chase his touch.

I don't know which is worse: Max's steady, arrogant rhythm or Angel's soft exploration. Maybe it’s the combination of both that has my body wound up tighter than a damn spring. All I know is that I need more; I don’t care which, but someone needs to bring me to an orgasm.

“Is this okay?” Angel asks shyly, and I want to scream,yes, yes. I need more!

“Look how wet she is,” Max says as he pushes a finger deep inside me and the sound my pussy makes is obscene.

It fuckingsquelches.

A pair of groans sound from behind me and I watch as Angel wraps his tongue around Max’s finger. His eyes widen as he gets his first taste of me and something warm explodes in my chest at the fact that I get to share this first experience with him. That he chosemeto be the one and that he’s enjoying it because itisme makes me feel pretty wonderful, actually.

“I want to do that, too,” Angel says with a quiet enthusiasm, and holy fuck, why is that so adorable?

The first time Angel slides a finger inside me, it’s a little awkward.

“No, relax your hand a little,” Max instructs, and Angel does as he says, softening his finger as he thrusts it in and out.

I catch Angel’s eyes, and they’re filled to the brim with wonder, and I hope he sees the encouragement I’m trying to signal with my own eyes, that and the amount of desperation I feel because I want to cum.

“That’s it; now add another,” Max whispers into Angel’s ear before licking up the length of his ear. It’s only then that I realise that Max has his hand down Angel’s trousers, and he’s pumping the length of Angel’s dick.

Fuck me. That’s a sight.

Angel adds another finger, increasing his thrusts in time with the pace my own hips are setting.

“Now curl them just a little until you can feel some little ridges,” Max says, his mouth buried in the crook of Angel’s neck. I can’t take my eyes off them; they’re so sexy together, so in tune with each other. It’s a massive turn on. I’d be happy just watching those two.

Jeez, I never knew I had a voyeurism kink, but maybe those two bring it out in me.

“I found it,” Angel gasps triumphantly, but it’s followed by a groan as Max speeds up his hand.

“Good boy,” Max says. “Now, can you make her cum before you do?”

There’s a renewed determination in Angel as he thrusts his fingers deep inside me, curling against the spot that makes my knees weak like he’s a fucking expert and not doing this for the first time. Holy fuck, the guy is a quick study.

“That’s it,” Max encourages as Angel continues to pump his fingers in and out. “Look at how her legs tremble.”

They are absolutely fucking trembling. I am so fucking close, my breaths coming so fast because I can’t get air quick enough through my nose, and it’s making my vision turn hazy.

My eyes roll back in my head, and I can’t think.

Can’t breathe.

My orgasm builds in my core, like lightning crackling before the storm.

“Keep going, love,” Max says softly.

“I can feel it,” Angel says with wonder as my pussy squeezes the ever-loving life out of his fingers.

Yes. There.

Oh, God. Yes.

Everything tightens and tenses.

My hands clench, and then my entire body jerks as my orgasm finally hits like a goddamn tsunami. Lightning fires through me, igniting my nerve endings until I’m a quivering mess.

“Holyfuck,” Angel groans, and I manage to catch the sight of him cumming as I try and catch my breath. His neck tightens as his head is thrown backward, and cum shoots from his cock all over Max’s hand.