“I see Loki’s starting to celebrate already,” Jax whispers in my ear, his voice all kinds of husky as his hand palms one of my naked breasts, squeezing it and adding a layer of exquisite pain that has me writhing more. “Care to share, brother?”
“Fine,” Loki grumbles, leaving me hanging on the precipice, panting and needy as he pulls away. “On your side, Pretty Girl.”
Loki gets to his knees and helps me to turn so my back is to Jax’s front, the sound of a condom wrapper being opened behind me before my leg is pulled over Jax’s hip. A long low moan leaves my lips as Jax pushes inside me, stretching my lower lips with a slight burn, but finding no resistance thanks to Loki’s ministrations.I must admit, I’m liking the way he keeps waking me up!
“Fuck, baby,” Jax hisses in my ear, pulling me close by wrapping his hand around my neck from behind. “You take all of me so fucking well.”
Then he starts to move, causing fine tremors to wrack through my body at the delicious intrusion. I look up with hooded eyes to see Loki staring at us, his own dick gripped tightly in his fist as he watches Jax’s cock disappear inside of me.
His eyes flick up and catch mine. “You up for a birthday sixty-nine, Pretty Girl?” he asks, his wide grin clear in the semi darkness.
“Yes,” I murmur, uncaring that my throat is still a little sore from last night and the pounding that Jax, Kai, and Ash gave it.
Slowly, Loki leans over me, grabbing my lower jaw in his hand and turning my face so that I’m looking up at the ceiling. The pad of his thumb pulls my lower lip down, encouraging me to open my mouth. Hovering his lips over my now open mouth, I see his jaw working, then a long line of spit leaves his mouth and lands on my tongue. I can taste my own musk, although he won’t let me close my mouth, holding it open.
“Don’t swallow... yet,” he instructs, his voice deep and full of decadent sin. My nipples harden, the pleasure from his naughty action and words adding to that of Jax’s huge dick spearing me from behind.
I keep my mouth open, his saliva sitting on my tongue as he gets into position, lying on his side and lining up his hard member with my parted lips. One of my hands grips the base of him, helping to guide his length to my mouth. With my other hand, I reach between his legs, grabbing his balls and massaging them as I play with his piercing using my tongue.
“Shit, baby,” he groans, pausing as he enjoys the pleasure that I’m clearly giving him. “Best fucking birthday breakfast.”
My eyes close as his warm tongue alights on my clit, sparks flying from the connection as Jax keeps up his steady thrusting, the combination of them both making me moan around Loki’s length. Loki picks up the pace as does Jax, working so perfectly together as they fuck the living shit out of me.
Suddenly, Jax stills, shudders, then resumes with renewed vigour, pounding into me. “Dude, what the ever-loving fuck?” he groans out, burying his face into my neck and nibbling it, his hand tightening around my throat, though not enough to cut off my air supply.
“I didn’t want to end up with a black fucking eye from your massive balls,” Loki replies, his breath tickling my clit. “Feels good though, huh?” And I can tell he’s wearing a shit eating grin.
“Fuck off,” Jax grumbles, but he doesn’t stop so whatever Loki is doing to him, fondling his balls by the sound of it, he doesn’t seem too bothered by it. In fact, it seems to spur him on, as he starts to fuck me hard, just like I love.
His punishing pace puts me off my rhythm with my birthday blowie, but Loki takes up the slack, fucking my mouth so that all I need to do is open up and give him access.
“Shit, I can feel you in her throat,” Jax hisses, his hand tightening as Loki enters my throat, then withdraws. I move my hand from his base, allowing him to thrust his whole length inside.
I can only moan and keen as they fuck both my ends in tandem, somehow finding a matching rhythm. Their thrusts start to grow frantic just as a fire lights in my core, spreading throughout my entire body until I’m blinded by it, screaming around Loki’s cock and clamping down around Jax’s.
They both give one final hard thrust, filling me utterly and completely as they find their own climaxes with growls. My whole body turns to jelly as I come down from the highest peak, gasping as Loki pulls out of my mouth, leaving a trail of cum on my tongue.
He flops onto his back, panting, as Jax pulls out from my still pulsing pussy, and falls onto his back too. I let out a raspy breath, my own chest heaving, a film of sweat covering my body.
“Shit, Baby Girl,” Jax rumbles, his own breathing laboured.
“Best birthday wake-up ever,” Loki says with a chuckle.
* * *
I bite my ruby painted lips, and look in the mirror as I finish putting my hair up in an elegant low bun, leaving some tendrils down. A sigh leaves my lips as my hand lowers, the last pin finally in place.
We had a wonderful day in our dorm, celebrating Loki’s eighteenth birthday exactly as he asked; watching nineties films on the sofas, eating junk food, and generally hiding away from everyone and everything. I gave him the retro Chilli Peppers t-shirt that I’d ordered, which he put on straight away, looking fucking edible in the faded red cotton.
“Loki will be pleased that you dressed to match his eyes,” Ash tells me from the doorway, and I look into the mirror to see him leaning against the frame, dressed in black tie.God, he’s gorgeous.
He’s right, I’m wearing a nineteen-thirties emerald silk dress that is the exact green of Loki’s eyes. The top part is fairly loose, skimming over my bust, with thin silk straps that come up over my shoulders, and falling all the way to my waist in the back, leaving my entire back exposed. There’s a fitted silk waistband that wraps around me, making my waist appear smaller than it actually is. The skirt flows around me like water when I move, the front slightly higher than the back which touches the ground.
I watch as Ash stalks into the room, a predatory gleam in his eyes, and I’m reminded of the night Loki did the same. The night that I was forced to get engaged to Ash. I frown at the memory.
“You look too beautiful to be frowning, my love,” he whispers once he reaches me, his fingers trailing down my spine. My nipples pebble at the touch, a sigh escaping my lips.
“I hate this,” I whisper back, meaning it. I hate the forced situation, the fact that it’s tainted something that should be so beautiful. I hate that Loki isn’t here on his birthday because he’s having to escort his fiancée, an engagement that he’s been pushed into, to the Valentine’s Ball.