Page 74 of Knot To Be
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Five days later
I feel warm, but for the first time in too long, it’s not due to a raging fever. There’s an ache I don’t understand in my lower body and I whimper as I move against the large body behind me. A hand squeezes my breast, and a low voice mumbles near my ear, sounding sleepy and incoherent.
My eyes open slowly to see Vero’s tentative smile, though her beautiful gaze darkens as her nostrils flare.
“You smell so good,” she murmurs. “Pablo is asleep and seems to have found your breast. Are you okay with where his hand is?”
They’ve both been helping me shower over the last few days, and I was finally able to eat some toast and broth recently. Now, I feel horny.
“Yes,” I whimper, rubbing my thighs together as slick pushes out of me, and my pussy clenches on nothing.
“Good.”
That’s all Vero says before she’s cupping my cheek and kissing me. I went to sleep in an oversized shirt and panties last night, and I’m grateful for the lack of clothing keeping her from skimming her fingers over my skin. My shirt was pushed up throughout the night, and Pablo grinds his cock against my ass in his sleep with soft noises.
It should scare me, but it doesn’t. If Pablo wanted to take advantage of me at any time, he could have. I’m aware enough that I know this, and when the neckline of my shirt slides further down, his fingers pinch my exposed nipple.
Verona moans as her exploring finds that the scrap of material covering my pussy is wet.
“Please,” I gasp, knowing I need more.
“Why are you begging?” Pablo rasps, burying his nose in my throat. “Verona, she’s too sweet to beg. Make it stop.”
I don’t think anyone has ever called me sweet outside of Verona before. Everyone has always thought I’m spoiled or scary as fuck. This is an entertaining change.
With a flick of his wrist he gets rid of the blanket covering us, and then his lips kiss and nip at my sensitive skin, teasing me as Vero rubs her knuckles tentatively against my clit. My hips buck against them as I whine, and Pablo covers Vero’s hand, using her fingers to pull aside the only thing standing between her and my pussy.
“Put the girl out of her misery,” he murmurs. “Eat her until she creams on your face.”
Vero and I both freeze, because neither of us have gone that far before.
“Do you want that, Rosa?”
Somewhere along the way while Pablo has been staying with us, he started calling me that. I suppose he’s earned the right to use the nickname after holding me through the tremors and vomiting this past week.
“Yes. Vero?”
“Fuck. Yeah, baby. I can do that.”
Scooting down, she pulls off my panties and hooks my thigh over her shoulder before her fingers part my lower lips.
My whine when she takes too long admiring me brings both of Pablo’s hands around my breasts to begin kneading them.
“Is this the first time she’s seeing you?” he rasps, his breaths coming a little faster.
“Yes.” He pulls hard on my nipples just as Vero covers my pussy with her mouth.
It’s different than when she’s helped me change or shower. This is more sexually charged, and will change our relationship forever. It feels like a big fucking deal.
“Fuck, that’s such a pretty sound. Please tell me if I’m being too rough. This is new to me.”
“What is?” I wail as Vero sucks on my clit, causing her to flick her tongue before doing it again.
“Being around a woman. Watching her being pleasured…touching her. Wanting her,” Pablo breathes, scent marking my cheek.
Turning my head, I moan as he catches my lips, kissing me hard. And fuck, can he kiss. His lips are pouty and soft, and he teases me until I’m arching against him to feel his tongue brushing along mine. His hands easily continue to palm my breasts, torturing them while Vero pushes her tongue inside my entrance. He swallows my cries as he kisses me, and his thick cock digs into the small of my back.
