Page 78 of Saving Sparrow (Slow Burns & Tragic Beginnings #2)

“Quentin, what the fuck?!” Miguel jumped up.

“Let him!” Elliott held a hand up to stop Miguel, then repeated, “Let him.”

“Everything’s okay, Guelly,” I said, holding Elliott’s stare. Only everything wasn’t okay because everything was slipping through my hands.

Miguel fell back onto the chair with a stunned expression.

Elliott gathered his hair into a bun before crawling to the center of the bed, ass facing me. He shot me a challenging look over his shoulder, and I stalked toward him.

I tossed the pillows to the floor, then knelt beside him. I ran my free hand over his ass cheeks, warming the skin. He curled his fingers into the sheets, hiking his ass higher into the air.

I grunted, my cock jutting toward the ceiling. A bead of precum oozed down my tip. I scooped it up, licking my finger clean.

“Warm me up but don’t tease me,” Elliott rasped. “Make every blow matter, make each one harder than the last.”

“Fuck,” I breathed, the leather creaking in my tight fist. “You know—”

“I know what to say, but I won’t. I want this.”

I positioned myself, digging my knees into the mattress, my palm leaving his ass as the belt whistled through the air. Elliott cried out on contact, head snapping back. I maintained the same level of force until I thought he was ready for more.

We were sweaty within minutes, Elliott’s knees slipping on the damp sheets. With a show of teeth, I raised my arm further back, kicking things up a notch.

His back arched, pink ass rising higher, begging for the next strike. It landed in the fold below his right butt cheek, and his elbows buckled.

“Again!” he shouted. The third strike made his shoulder twist.

The belt cracked down again and again, hitting a different area each time.

“I need you to be my eyes, Guelly.” Because I couldn’t see Elliott’s cock from my vantage point.

“H-he’s leaking precum all over the bed.”

I glanced at Miguel, noticing both heat and confusion in his stare.

“Again,” Elliott begged. The resulting blow sent him to his forearms, releasing an animalistic sound. He’d have a sore throat to match his bruised ass come morning.

“What’s happening, Guelly?” I asked between strikes. He had a front-row seat to this, and I needed the play-by-play.

“H-he bit his bottom lip. He just licked away the blood. His cockhead is dark, shiny,”—He paused, his voice deeper when he spoke again—“and wet.”

“Fuck,” I panted, my balls shriveling up tight. “I’m ready to dick you down, pretty girl.”

“Unngh, n-not yet,” Elliott stammered, taking hit after hit. “A-again. More!”

I hadn’t stopped since I started, but the fear of this ending made him sound panicked.

“Again!”

Strike…

“Again!”

Strike…

“Again!”

Strike…

“Again!”

Strike…

“A tear is rolling down his cheek.” Miguel’s voice was hoarse now. “And his mouth is slightly parted, just the way we like it.”

“Again… Again… Again… Please… ”

My cock swelled with each blow until it felt like my skin was splitting open. Like I was too big for my body, too turned on to fucking breathe.

“He’s fisting the sheets tighter now, struggling for air.”

“Don’t you dare fucking come,” I warned, shaking out my shoulder and wrist.

“D-don’t… s-stop.”

“More tears now.” Miguel stood, creeping closer to the bed. “Don’t stop,” he said on Elliott’s behalf—or maybe his. “Don’t stop.”

I counted five more lashings before tossing the belt aside and rummaging through the nightstand for lube.

Elliott glanced over at me, his watery eyes full of fire. “I said, don’t sto—Unngh!” He fell forward as I sent two fingers into his tight hole.

“Gotta get you ready for my cock, pretty girl.” With each thrust of my fingers, my hips pumped into the air.

He righted himself, eagerly backing onto my digits. Miguel backed into the wall, as if he didn’t trust himself not to touch Elliott. Denying himself was part of the fun. “That’s it,” he whispered to Elliott, “wet those pretty pink lips.” His hard dick tented his sweats.

I gave Elliott a minute to adjust before sending four fingers. The scar on his back tightened as his muscles bunched. He fucked my hand shamelessly, the sound of his cock bouncing off his stomach making me dizzy.

“Fuck, I need to taste you, pretty girl. I need that dick on my tongue.” I lowered behind him, reaching under to press his cock downward so I could mouth it from the back. “Mmmm,” I moaned, precum shooting from my dick, drizzling over the bed.

Elliott whimpered, pleading for a beating and a fucking, bargaining his soul for it. “Spank me… F-fuck me… Please .” His body trembled, but I kept licking and sucking his cock.

“No one told you to taste so fucking good.” I sounded angry, and part of me was. I couldn’t lose this. I couldn’t lose him .

“His eyes are closed,” Miguel said in his sex voice. Deep, husky, and slightly slurred. “Tears are streaming down his flushed cheeks. He’s mumbling something I can’t hear.”

“He’s chanting my name.” I said it with arrogance, getting to my knees again. Miguel pressed the heel of his palm against his cock, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

I poured lube over my dick and Elliott’s hole before positioning my tip at his entrance.

“Fuck me like you mean it.” His tearful tone was goading, reminding me of why we were here in the first place.

I snarled, bulldozing my way in. Elliott’s palms slipped on the sweat-soaked sheets. He fell onto his chest, and I followed, bracing my fists against the mattress to keep from crushing him with my bulk. I adjusted my body to the new position, then fucked his asshole with steely determination.

Withdrawing to the tip each time, I charged forward like a bull seeing red, savoring the feel of his tight heat clenching around me.

“I’m gonna pump this ass full of babies,” I threatened. “Fucking tie you to the bed and fill your tight hole for weeks. You hear me?”

Elliott moaned, the mattress shifting on the bed frame.

Beads of sweat rolled off the tip of my nose, and I pinned Miguel with my stare as I pinned Elliott to the bed with my cock.

“You’re up next, Guelly. It’s gonna be a long fucking night.”

“You’re not gonna touch me,” he said without hesitation. “You’re going to tell me what the fuck this is about.”

I grunted, pistoning in and out of Elliott while giving Miguel a look that said, “We’ll see.”

Elliott tilted his ass up as best he could, welcoming each hard thrust as he gripped the edge of the mattress. I fucked him a little while longer in this position, our bodies loudly slapping together.

Pulling out abruptly, I manhandled him to his knees in front of the headboard. “Hold on,” I ordered, wrenching his head to the side for a feral kiss as I pushed my cock back in.

His moan rushed down my throat as I ground into him, making sure he had every inch of my dick. He reached back to tug my hair, nails digging into my scalp as I kept his lips locked with mine.

“Take it,” I breathed against his panting mouth, fighting to get deeper inside of him. “This is what you wanted, right? So fucking take it.”

Miguel still watched, but from the corner he’d backed himself into now.

“You can’t run from me,” I warned, fucking Elliott into the headboard.

The bed continued to rock beneath us, and Elliott begged for mercy almost as much as he pleaded with me never to stop. I kept going, cursing as he tightened around me.

“Your tight little hole sucks my cock just as good as your mouth does, pretty girl. That’s it,” I praised when he relaxed a bit, “let this big dick in.”

I threw him onto his back, bullying my way between his legs and driving back into him. I worked my hips like a mallet, fucking him as if doing so would keep him with me.

He dug his heels into my ass, burying his blunt nails into my back. I tossed my head back on a shout as he broke skin. Each thrust sent us closer to the foot of the bed, so I gripped his shoulders, digging my toes and knees into the mattress to keep us in place.

“I love you.” My words sounded broken. I glanced over at Guelly next. “I fucking love you.” They were the air that I fucking breathed. I swallowed Elliott’s reply, tasting the love. I released his mouth, licking up the tears running past his temples.

My abs brushed up against his hard cock as we moved, our precum mixing with our sweat and making us sticky. I rounded my back, giving his dick some breathing room. I didn’t want him to come just yet.

“I wish you could see my dick fuck your hole, pretty girl.” I stared between us.

“Please,” Elliott rasped, tugging my head up by my hair. “I… I need to come.”

“Not yet. I don’t want it to be over yet.” I avoided his sweet spot, trying to prolong things while bucking harder into him. “We’re gonna break this fucking bed.”

His hair was all over the place, the elastic holding it up no match for me. I turned his head, sucking my mark into his neck.

We fucked for what felt like hours. Elliott went where I tossed him, took what I gave him, whining like a thirsty little whore whenever I pulled out of him.

I flung him to his hands and knees again, his hungry ass backing up, seeking out my dick.

Miguel still watched from his corner, his sweats soaked through with his cum.

I’d never been this way with Elliott before, this brutal, but being brutal was the only way I knew how to process fear.

We fucked until we faltered, kissed until our lips were raw and swollen, and shouted until we’d shredded our voices.

Finally, I reached under him to jerk his cock. My hips snapped at a frantic speed, my dick a sledgehammer against that spot that made him lose it every time. “Come,” I demanded. “Fucking come for me.” The air was thick, heady, and I thought I might choke on my own pulse.

Elliott’s shout was deafening, his orgasm tearing through him, erupting over my fist like a volcano.

I came right behind him, biting down on his shoulder, rutting into him, branding him, and pumping him full of cum.

He collapsed onto his stomach, and I spread out over him, thrusting into the cum puddle I’d created inside of him.