Stripped (Nicolas x Reader x Worick)

5: More

His strong tongue knew exactly where to go. It was only a matter of seconds before your fingers pulled at his ponytail and let out moans. Worick's lips curled into a proud smirk. As the hollow between your legs became steamy and the blood rushed to it, Worick's own muscle was strained against his slacks. The warmth that his massive hands radiated onto your thighs and the ministration of his lips on your own source of heat made for a spectacularly decadent feeling. But despite this, you couldn't help but open your eyes and glance over at the other man in the room.

Keep making noises. He likes that. Nicolas sighed contentedly as he touched himself. His member already free, you couldn't help but let your hazy eyes look over what Nicolas had to offer. Licking your lips as your core grew even hotter with Worick's skill, your spine tingled when you thought about a member like Nicolas's teasing your insides.

Lifting one arm up, you tried your best to sign back as well as keep making noises.

What do you like? Your hand shook and you couldn't help but quickly entangle your fingers back in Worick's hair. He devoured your supple flesh and wildly twirled his tongue around your button.

I'd like to put my, one sign and then another that you weren't sure about, in your, another unknown sign. But you got the gist as his hand glided up and down his big member. You shuddered in utter longing, abdomen heaving with the possessive heat of Worick's mouth pushing into you.

"Way. Ahwenwen. Woo. We." Worick had an aggressive tone to his voice, and you suddenly felt teeth graze your bud of pleasure. Responsively, you arched your back and neck and let out something almost like a howl. Forcing his face closer, his tongue ventured away from simply licking the labia and sucking out your juices. Instead, now his tongue darted in and out and his lips wrapped around your opening, kissing and teasing where he could.

In fact, he could hardly get a breath in. He knew he had to put his best effort in, otherwise he'd never hear the end of it from Nic. And he certainly couldn't have him trying to distract you. But Nicolas was so sexy; his own moans melded with yours, and you couldn't help but watch the scene he presented you with. It turned you and Worick on even more.

So much more that you couldn't help but sign for it. First, to Worick, while you also tried to say it out loud. And then, to Nicolas, who laid on his back to allow you a better look.

"Ah, Wowick! Wowick!" You moaned outloud, realizing now why he had wanted you to say his name at least once. After that, it was comfortable in your mouth and you couldn't help but scream it out as your juices flowed out of your private flesh and over his mouth.

As he lapped up the aftermath, your orgasm assaulted each and every nerve inside of your body; flying you past cloud nine if that were even possible.

Finally able to steal a breath, Worick sat up and flung his leg out in front of him, panting.

You. He turned to Nicolas, who had cum splattered all over his chest and was wiping it up with his shirt. She. Tastes very fucking amazing.

I want to taste. Nicolas crawled over to you and Worick and his face slowly and deliberately made it's way towards your entrance.