Page 65 of Saving Sparrow (Slow Burns & Tragic Beginnings #2)

“Try to relax,” Miguel whispered, kissing my lips and cheeks repeatedly. I closed my eyes, focusing on the path his lips took along my face, catching the rhythm and predicting where his kisses would land next. I flinched when Quentin’s hand slid behind my right knee.

“You’re okay, Ellie,” Miguel breathed. “We’ve got you. We’d never hurt you.” He said it over and over again until my limbs loosened.

Quentin guided my leg up and out to the side, holding it there. He jerked me off slower than I thought he’d ever be capable of, using my precum to do it.

“It’s going to feel uncomfortable at first,” Miguel said. “The key is to try to stay relaxed and bear down.”

“Okay,” I panted, Quentin’s hand on my cock driving me wild. Miguel kissed me, and needing something to hold on to, I grabbed at his hair.

Quentin let go of my dick, and I whined into Miguel’s mouth. Something warm and wet drizzled over my butt. Lube. Lots of it.

Quentin sucked my dick into his mouth, and I gasped, back bowing off the bed. He sucked me with barely any restraint, and I wanted to ask how he expected me not to come. I couldn’t form the words.

“Breathe,” Miguel instructed. Quick, shallow breaths were the best I could do.

Quentin popped off me, pouring lube into Miguel’s outstretched hand before giving him room to reach between my spread legs. “Dammit, pretty girl. Your cock was made for sucking. Your ass better be ready for me, Guelly. I need to come hard. ”

Miguel and I moaned at Quentin’s filthy words, but then the tip of Miguel’s smallest finger found my hole. I cried out when he slipped it inside of me, my leg jerking in Quentin’s hold.

“Easy.” Miguel stroked my hair as he started the kissing pattern along my face again.

Lips…

Cheek…

Lips…

Cheek…

Nose…

Cheek…

The feel of his lips and Quentin’s stroking hand transported me to a calming place.

“Ready?” Miguel asked.

“Yeah.”

Miguel eased his finger in and out, slowly giving me a little more at a time until he reached the last knuckle.

Quentin alternated between sucking just my tip, jerking me off, and holding my orgasm back. By the time Miguel had three fingers in, precum soaked my stomach and Quentin’s hand.

“I-I’m sorry,” I said, unable to control the way my body arched and rolled, the way my hands fisted in Miguel’s hair. What they were doing to me felt good, but I also felt ashamed for wanting it as much as I did.

“Don’t ever apologize for wanting our hands on you, pretty girl. Or for wanting our dicks inside of you. Because we damn sure won’t ever say sorry for wanting this sweet, tight hole of yours.” Quentin licked his lips, watching Miguel plunge his fingers in and out of me.

Miguel kissed me again, more urgently this time. I made a needy sound at the back of my throat as I tried to keep up with him. His face was damp with sweat, too, his body trembling. “Now,” I breathed. “I need… something… n-now.”

“Almost there,” he promised, easing another finger in. I gripped his hair tighter with one hand, the other bunching the sheets.

I peered down my chest, watching Quentin’s fingers bump up against Miguel’s wrist as he jerked my cock while humping the air. He spread his knees wider, his hips snapping, precum splashing around as his dick bounced off his abs.

“You see that, pretty girl?” he asked. “See the way Guelly’s fingers disappear inside of you?”

“Now,” I begged, turning my scorching face into my shoulder as my next words tumbled out of me. “I need to be f-fucked now. P-please.”

“Look at me,” Miguel said softly. I did so, my embarrassment deepening when I couldn’t even stop moving my hips. “No shame,” he said. “We love you this way. There’s nothing wrong with it. We love you, and there’s nothing wrong with it,” he repeated.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, and I nodded. “I’m ready.”

Miguel searched my face, then slid his fingers free. Having them in me had felt intrusive but amazing. I felt lost without them now, flailing in an ocean with nothing to keep me from sinking.

“Please,” I begged again as Quentin backed up so Miguel could climb between my legs. I needed something inside me. I needed the emptiness to go away.

Miguel sat back on his heels, his knees spread. Quentin passed him the lube. Miguel had just poured a good amount over both our dicks, and more over my hole, when he cried out, his head dropping back. Quentin had already started stretching him with his fingers from behind.

“I’m gonna keep finger fucking you,” Quentin said, licking the shell of Miguel’s ear, “until you’re balls deep inside of my pretty girl.

Then I’m gonna shove my cock so far inside of you, fucking you slow until our girl gets adjusted, then I’m gonna fuck you hard, like I’ve been wanting to all day. ”

“Fuck, Quentin,” Miguel hissed, bouncing up and down on Quentin’s fingers. I grabbed the base of my cock, squeezing and focusing on not coming right then.

Miguel lowered over me, resting on a forearm as he guided his dick to my hole. “Wait, c-condoms?” He trembled with the strain it took to hold himself back.

Quentin stopped too, leaning around Miguel to get a look at me. They’d only ever been with each other, and I hadn’t been with anyone.

“No,” I said. “I want to feel all of you. Nothing in the way.”

Miguel nodded, the tip of his dick making contact. His body jerked as Quentin resumed opening him up. Miguel moaned, closing his eyes for a second.

“Ready?” He swallowed hard, and I traced the nervous lines at the corner of his mouth.

“Yes,” I whispered, right before he started making his way in. He kissed the pattern across my face again, helping me relax as he pushed deeper.

“You o-okay?” he asked.

I nodded, too full to speak, too consumed to even remember how to say Yes, please, yes .

He moved in and out, kissing me with an edge he never had before, as if this experience was too much for him, too, like it was more than he thought it would be. I was his first, and he was mine, and my heart opened more for him, for them both.

Quentin shifted, leaning over Miguel’s back, planting one fist into the mattress near my head.

“Fuck!” They both cursed as Quentin slid inside of him. They weighed me down, making it even harder to breathe, but I didn’t care.

Quentin’s pace started off slow for my benefit. His force would determine Miguel’s, meaning each eventual hard thrust into Miguel would equal a hard thrust into me.

“Can you handle more, pretty girl?”

I was already on the verge of coming, and with him now leaning over us, Miguel’s stomach rubbed up and down my dick, bringing me even closer to the end.

“Yes,” I cried. “Yes.”

The whole bed shook, and there was something beautiful about seeing Quentin tear Miguel apart as Miguel tore into me. We were in this together. We were being devoured together.

My body tingled, the heat overtaking me, making it impossible to see straight or breathe.

“I’m…” I panted. “I…”

“Come,” Miguel breathed, his tongue sweeping into my mouth.

I came, breaking away from his lips and screaming until my voice gave out.

Miguel stiffened inside me, coming on a silent cry as Quentin pounded away behind him.

I felt overstimulated with him still inside of me, but my body welcomed it.

I would’ve taken anything if it meant he didn’t have to leave me.

Miguel pulled back enough to slip out of me once his orgasm passed. I winced, the sudden emptiness jarring. He kissed me, promising to take care of me once Quentin was through.

Miguel pushed onto his palms as Quentin straightened, gripping his waist and rolling his hips into him.

“Almost there,” Quentin breathed, sweat streaming down his muscled chest.

Miguel kept his eyes on me as Quentin fucked him, his mouth parted, eyes wide. I grazed a shaky finger over the O his mouth formed. I loved seeing him that way.

I could feel his cum leaking from my hole, and I clenched tight in panic, wanting to keep him inside, wanting… wishing to get pregnant with his baby.

Something wet hit my pubic area, and I looked down to see Miguel’s softening cock squirting. My mouth watered for him.

With one last thrust, Quentin came, grunting and moaning as he tossed his head back. Miguel kept moving like he didn’t want it to end, as if this was the best part. He was normally so levelheaded and rational, but now he seemed lost to his body’s primal instincts.

I took it all in, the laxness of his jaw, the wildness of his eyes, the loud way he panted and bucked back as Quentin held still, coming inside of him.

“Always so fucking desperate for my cum,” Quentin breathed, grabbing a fistful of Miguel’s hair. Miguel didn’t even wince, didn’t flinch from Quentin’s accusation. He just stared down at me wide-eyed, grinding back on Quentin like he knew he only had seconds before everything ended.

Quentin dropped to his haunches, pulling Miguel with him.

Kissing seemed awkward in the position they were in, Miguel’s back to Quentin’s chest. But Quentin used his grip on Miguel’s hair to turn his head at an angle, then he kissed him just as hard as he’d fucked him.

Quentin reached his free hand around to play with Miguel’s soft dick and his balls, swallowing Miguel’s low whine.

Miguel lifted his arms above his head, sliding his hands to the back of Quentin’s neck.

They eventually broke apart, both panting and staring down at me now. “You okay, pretty girl?” Quentin’s voice sounded scratchy, and his eyes shimmered with exhilaration.

“Yeah,” I understated. I didn’t think I could love them any more than I already did, but it felt like my body was too small to contain the amount of new love pouring in.

I needed to get up, to clean up the mess we’d made, but I couldn’t move, could barely keep my eyes open.

“Stay with him,” Miguel said, slowly climbing off Quentin’s lap before heading for the bathroom. He walked like he’d been fucked roughly, and Quentin’s eyes shone with triumph as he watched him go.

Quentin spread out next to me, sliding a hand into my hair as he kissed my forehead. “Are you in pain?”

“A little.” I yawned, soaking in all his affection. “Just sore, really.”

“We’ll take care of you.”

I wasn’t sure what Miguel was up to; he’d been gone for a couple of minutes now. I wasn’t sure I could fight sleep much longer, not with Quentin’s hands in my hair and his lips on my skin.

“I want some of that cum he pumped inside of you, pretty girl. Can I?”

“Y-yes,” I stammered, cock jerking. I gasped when he slid between my legs and lapped at my hole gently. His tongue eased the sting, but it also made me want so much more than his tongue. I wanted him inside me too.

He crawled back to my side, moaning as he licked his lips, even getting the corners.

“H-how does it taste?”

“See for yourself.” He kissed me, his long, thick tongue reaching the back of my mouth. He left me hard and breathless, and he tsked when he looked between my legs.

“We can’t fuck you again so soon,” he said. “It was your first time, and you’re already sore.”

“But—”

“Don’t worry,” he said softly. “I won’t leave you like this.” Quentin licked his palm, then jerked my cock until I came again, my fingernails digging into his forearm. He sucked his fingers clean while I watched in a daze.

“Q?” My stomach fluttered with nerves.

“Yeah?”

“Can I… Can I call him Guelly now?”

“Yeah, pretty girl. What’s mine is yours.”

I smiled, my nerves floating away, even more love taking up the space they left behind.

“I’ll fucking crush anyone who tries to hurt you,” he whispered randomly.

“I love you, too.”

Miguel returned with two small basins of water, handing one to Quentin before heading for the other side of the bed. “You two looked hot.” He must have been watching from the bathroom doorway.

They set the basins on their nightstands, wringing out the washcloths inside before kneeling next to me.

Quentin’s cloth was cool, and I sighed as he ran it over my face, neck, and chest. Miguel’s cloth was warm, and I moaned when he carefully cleaned my cock with it.

They both did a second pass, then Quentin rolled me onto my side facing him, reaching around to start on my nape and back.

Miguel spread my butt cheeks, tenderly cleaning me, pausing every few seconds to ask if I was okay. I nodded because tears clogged my throat. He rubbed something soothing on my hole next before placing a kiss on my hip.

Quentin laid me on the couch, covering me with the throw before walking toward the bathroom. Miguel knelt down on the floor in front of me.

“I’m going to change the sheets while Quentin gets cleaned up, okay?”

I nodded again.

“Are those happy tears?” he asked, worry written on his face.

“Some of them,” I admitted. “I’m trying to keep the bad thoughts out.” The shame.

“Do you regret it?” Miguel asked.

“Never.” Not even the whispered words of my father floating around in my head could make me regret it. “I’m not wrong,” I said, because saying it out loud made it truer.

“No,” Miguel whispered, “you’re perfect.”

I traced the shape of his face. “You are too.”

“Really?” He bit his lip.

“Really.”

“Was I… okay?” He seemed unsure.

“You were the best.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I had nothing else to compare it to, but he’d taken his time with me, made me feel cared for before and after.

“Okay.” He looked toward the rumpled bed. “I’ll be quick.”

I’d fallen asleep by the time Quentin placed me in the middle of the bed again. The sheets were cool and dry against my skin, pulling a small shiver from me.

For the second time that night, Miguel spooned me from behind while Quentin slid down in front of me. I frowned, then sucked in a breath when he took my soft cock into his mouth.

“It’s okay,” Miguel said into my ear. “He’s just gonna keep you nice and warm until you fall asleep again.”

“But… but what if…”

“What if you get hard again?”

Quentin backed off, looking up at me. “Then you fuck my throat and dump your jizz down my guts again. No big deal.”

Miguel dragged his fingers up and down my arm, whispering how perfect I was, while I combed my fingers through Quentin’s hair.

His mouth cradling me as I dozed off was the most relaxing thing I’d ever experienced.

I fell asleep feeling happier than I’d ever been, feeling loved and complete. They’d taken the emptiness away.

If only I’d known then there were other empty parts of me their love couldn’t fill.