Too Hard To Choose

Chapter Nineteen-Better than I imagined.

Violet

I can’t believe I am doing this. I am nervous and excited since it has been on my mind. I really don’t know much about how all this works, so I can only hope the guys will make it easy for me and things will come naturally when we get started. I don’t want to make an i***t of myself.

Arlo comes over and stands at the bottom of the bed, removing his tee. I watch him closely and lick my lips. I could feel Parker’s eyes on me. I can tell they have done this before because they seem relaxed.

Arlo motions me to him. I find myself turning to Parker, asking for permission, even though I probably don’t need to. He smiles and nods. I bite my lips and crawl to the bottom of the bed, kneeling in front of Arlo, still naked.

He places his hand on my cheek and smiles, “Mmm, good girl.”

I whimper at his words. There is something about the way Arlo says it that drives me crazy. He smirked and reached down to press his lips to mine. I moan and kiss back. I slip my arms around his neck and scoot closer to him. He grips my hips and kisses me harder. It is enough to stir everything up inside of me again. Arlo parts from the kiss, and I whine at the loss of contact. Parker chuckles from behind me.

“What is wrong, angel?” Arlo asks, with a smug look on his face.

I hear Parker move from behind me, and I soon feel his warm body against my back.

“She is in desperate need to be fucked.” Parker answers and kisses over my neck.

I moan loudly and tilt my head to the side to give him better access.

“Is that what is wrong, Violet? You are desperate for some d**k in that sweet p***y of yours?” Arlo growls and slips his hand between my thighs, brushing his fingers over my clit.

I shudder and cry out, “Yes.”

“Mmm, our naughty girl is dripping wet.” Arlo smirks and runs his fingers down, pressing two fingers deep inside me.

I grip onto his shoulder and moan deeply. With his fingers working my p***y and Parker’s hands and lips all over me, it was driving me crazy. Arlo glances over my shoulder and smirks at Parker, and then simultaneously, they stop and pull away.

I groan in frustration, glaring at them both.

“Why did you stop? Stop teasing.” I whine.

I am in desperate need of a release. I don’t want to be teased; I want a damn orgasm.

Arlo places his finger on my chin and tilts my head back, “Tell me, has Parker had the pleasure of your incredible c**k sucking skills yet, sweetness?”

I shake my head, “No, not yet.”

“Mmm, are they that good?” Parker groans from behind, kissing over my shoulders.

“Yes, they are incredible,” Arlo replies.

Listening to them talking about me like this was making me even more aroused.

Parker moves my hair to the sides and gently nibbles on my neck, “Do you enjoy it, Violet?” he rasps and sinks his teeth into my skin.

I moan softly, “Yes, I do. I can show you if you like.”

Parker presses his hard-on against me, “I would like that very much.” He growls.

I reach in and rub Arlo through his jeans, “What about you?”

He groans, and his hips jerk, “I am going to f**k you while you suck his cock.”

“What? What if I choke or bite him?” I panic.

I probably sound like an i***t, but it is a genuine concern.

Arlo strokes my face, “You will be fine, angel. I will go easy on you. Relax.” He smiles and kisses me softly.

When he parts from the kiss, I nod and take a few deep breaths. I undo Arlo’s belt and zipper, yanking his jeans and boxers down, releasing his excitement. I stroke his length a couple of times before I turn away from him and put my focus back on Parker. I kiss him roughly, and he doesn’t hesitate to kiss back. I push him onto his back and crawl up the bed to him. I dip my head down and flick my tongue over the tip of his c**k and along the base. He groans loudly and fists the sheets. I smirk against him because of the reaction, and I have barely even begun.

I feel the bed dip and Arlo’s presence behind me. His big hands land on my hips, and he brings my ass out.

“Are you ready for me, Violet?” he rasps and teases my p***y from behind with his tip.

“Yes, f**k me,” I beg.

Arlo thrusts roughly into me, and I cry out, my entire body shaking. He starts a slow and steady pace. I get back to what I am supposed to be doing and finally take Parker’s c**k into my mouth, making sure to be careful. I work him into and out of my mouth as Arlo works his c**k deeper.

I moan loudly from the pleasure, but my pleasure also works for Parker due to the vibrations. A deep, throaty moan escapes from his lips, and his fingers entangle into my hair.

“f**k, sweetness, you are good at this.” Parker breathes out.

I pick up my speed.

Arlo moans from behind me, “f**k, your p***y always feels so damn good around me.”

His hips jerk forward harder, and by doing so, it forces me to take Parker deeper into my mouth, but I adjust. Arlo draws out of me but slips back in a second later. I gasp. Arlo finds the perfect rhythm, and it drives me insane. It is hard to focus on what I am supposed to be doing with his c**k buried in me. But I need to.

Suddenly, Arlo stops again, pulling out, and I expect him to plunge back in; he doesn’t.

“I will finish you once you finish him.” He exclaims.

I want to protest, but it is a little hard to do with a mouthful. I place my hand on Parker’s thighs, massaging them as I continue to suck his c**k. I remove him from my mouth, but only to dance my tongue over the base and tip, tasting the pre-come. Parker moans loudly below me, and his head falls back. I quickly wrap my lips around his throbbing length again.

“f**k, so good.” He pants.

“She takes it so well, doesn’t she?” Arlo says, his hands running over my ass, and his fingers brush between my thighs.

I whimper; my body is sensitive and in desperate need of another orgasm. His praise turns me on even more, if possible.

“Yes, she does. So, well.” Parker agrees.

If they keep talking about me in such ways, they are going to send me over the edge without touching me. I am not used to praise, not until these guys. It doesn’t take long until I feel Parker’s c**k start to tense. It wasn’t going to take much longer.

I put in my best work and moved my hands down to fondle his balls. I don’t think he expected it. His entire body quivers, and he hisses loudly, arching up from the bed. I hum against him, wanting to bring him over the edge. It works because he cries out my name a few seconds later and explodes roughly into my mouth. I moan as I drink him up, taking everything he is offering me.

I ride him through his high before I finally back away, flicking my tongue over the tip one last night, and he gasps. I rest back on my knees and glance down at him. I smile proudly when I see the state I have left him in. He is flushed, sweaty and panting. His eyes are closed over.

“What do you think, Parker? Did she do a good enough job to get her reward?” Arlo asks and spanks my ass.

“Yes, she is very deserving of it.” He replies and opens his eyes to look up at me.

I make eye contact with him and lick my lips, “You taste as good as Arlo does.” I purr and wipe the corners of my mouth.

I don’t believe I have ever been as aroused as I am right now.

“How much do you think she can take?” Arlo asks, grasping my hips and pulling me into his lap, my back to his front.

“I think she can handle more than we could imagine. Should we test her limits?” Parker asks.

Arlo places his hand around my throat and tilts my head back to make me look at him, “Tell us, do you think you can handle having your limits tested, Angel?”

I swallow hard, “Yes, I can handle it.”

“Mmm, such a good girl, aren’t you,” he says softly, and I nod, “Tell us when you have reached your limit, okay?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Promise us? We don’t want to push you too far, Violet, especially not since it is a first for you.” Parker says, his voice gentle.

“I promise.”

I like how, even in our situation, they can still be so sweet. I can only imagine what they have planned for me. I am both a little nervous and excited, more excited, though.