Chapter 52 Chapter Fifty-two
Serena
I tried to clamber down from Saint’s lap, panic flashing through me as ‘double penetration’ rang in my ears.
I wasn’t ready for it, not after how downhill it went last time they both took me at the same time.
Sin’s grip on my thighs tightened as soon as I tried to move away, his fingers digging into my soft flesh with bruising strength.
He increased the pressure of his licks, his tongue flattening and dragging through my folds before he sucked my clit into his mouth, the wet heat of it making my hips jerk involuntarily.
“Oh, Sin. You’re…” I trailed off into a broken moan, rocking my hips back to meet his mouth despite myself.
“He’s what?” Saint asked, palming one of my breasts and lifted it to his mouth, sucking my nipple deep between his lips.
I threw my head back, but Sin growled in disapproval and pushed me forward with a firm hand on my lower back.
Saint must have understood exactly what he needed, because he reached behind him and pressed a button on the headrest of the chair.
The seat extended backward with a smooth mechanical whir, lowering until Saint was lying flat instead of sitting, and I was straddling him, my knees on either side of his hips.
My ass was high up in the air, and for a short moment I felt shy.
“This view is the best thing ever, and don't ever feel shy with us, Serena.” Sin murmured, admiration leaking from his tone as he trailed a finger up the back of my thigh, dangerously close to where I was dripping for him.
“I don't think I'm rea-”
I wish I got to finish those words. His mouth attacked my pussy from behind, his tongue plunging inside me, then sliding up to lash my clit in fast, merciless strokes that took me to heaven's gates.
The wet, obscene sounds of him devouring me filled the room.
Saint positioned his face directly under my dangling breasts.
He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak while his tongue flicked rapidly.
I slapped a hand over my mouth to cover the loud cry of pleasure threatening to burst out of me.
Plot twist: it didn't work. I cried out. I was caught between Sin’s mouth on my pussy and Saint’s on my breast, and the sensations flooding my body was so intense that it felt like I was levitating.
The dual sensation was overwhelming. My eyes were closed but I was seeing stars.
Sin’s tongue fucked into me deeper, two thick fingers joining to stretch my pussy while his thumb pressed firmly against my clit.
Saint switched to my other nipple, biting down just hard enough to send sparks of pain-laced pleasure shooting straight to my core.
My hips rocked desperately, grinding back onto Sin’s face, pressing my breasts harder into Saint’s mouth.
I was dripping, shaking, so close already.
Sin added a third finger, stretching me to the point I didn't think was possible. The loudest scream I'd ever made during foreplay let loose from my throat.
“You scream so beautifully, baby. Sin, make her do it again.” Saint said against my nipple.
Sin didn’t need to be told twice. He curled all three fingers deep inside me, and used them to form the come hitherto gesture inside me.
I screamed again, louder and harder. Sin was doing nasty things to me, and I loved it way too much to admit it was bad for me.
Saint’s mouth closed over my nipple, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak while his free hand pinched and rolled the other one until both throbbed in time with Sin’s tongue.
Sin pulled his fingers out only to add a fourth, stretching me to the limit, pumping deep and fast while his tongue sucked my clit into his mouth with bruising pressure.
Saint let go of my nipple the moment he sensed my climax approaching.
“She’s about to come,” he rasped, his voice full of awe. “God, she looks so beautiful like this.”
He held me still, his strong hands locked on my hips as the orgasm crashed over me.
“Oh… my… fucking—”
“Say my name,” Saint demanded, kissing along my jaw.
“Saaaaaaaaaaiiiiiint!”
It was the longest, most intense orgasm I’d ever had.
My whole body seized, thighs shaking violently as I squirted hard onto Sin’s face. I didn't know why I always did that, but they were the only ones capable of making me do it.
Sin groaned in pure satisfaction, not pulling away for even a second.
“That’s it, baby. All of it. Give me all of it,” he urged, lapping at me with slow, careful licks, drinking every drop like he couldn’t get enough.
When I finally came down, trembling and gasping, Saint was staring up at me with open worship in his eyes.
“You make the most beautiful sounds,” he murmured, brushing damp strands of hair from my face. “And that look on your face when you come… How can anyone be so perfect?”
I cupped his jaw, still trying to catch my breath.
“I’m not perfect. You both need to know that.”
“No, we don’t,” Sin said from behind me.
He lifted me off Saint’s body with ease and turned me so my back was pressed against his chest instead.
“Serena,” he said quietly, his lips brushing my ear affectionately, “we’re going to take you right now. I know last time was a disaster, but I promise you can trust us this time. Especially me… since I was the one who ruined it for you.”
My heart squeezed at the softness in his tone. He was being intentional. Very careful. He wanted me to enjoy this, not just endure it.
Saint’s hand stroked soothingly down my back, a silent promise that I would never be forced to take more than I could handle.
“I’m ready,” I whispered, meaning it with every part of me. “For you both. Always ready.”
It felt good to say those words and actually mean them for the first time in my life. I just hoped I wouldn't regret them.