PREVIEW OF CHAPTER 9 (nsfw)
“Forgiveness is earned, love,” Remus whispers into your ear from behind. His long fingers trace the waistband of your skirt before slowly beginning to untuck your shirt. “Be a good girl to Sirius and James, and all will be forgiven.” You look up at the two tattoo artists observing the scene a few steps away, taking in their relaxed but confident silhouette. There’s a bulge protruding from their crotches that makes your breath stutter, and just as you see their knowing smirks, your vision is obstructed by the lifting of your shirt.
“What about you, Rem?” you ask shyly, trying to meet his eyes as he stands behind you. However, he doesn’t answer and, instead, presses his smiling lips onto your temple, softly shushing against your skin.
“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.” At his gentle words, you look questioningly at Sirius and James, your curiosity over their bedroom dynamics obvious but silently left suspended in the air, unanswered.
Remus wastes no time undoing the clasps of your bra and slipping the garment off, too. The chill of the air makes your nipples pebble immediately, even when in Remus’ warm embrace. His long arms wrap around you lovingly, his left hand groping at your breast as the other crawls beneath your skirt to caress your thigh and tease at the seam of your panties. “Mmmm… you’re so soft, pretty girl.” Remus nibbles on the tip of your ear teasingly as his finger rolls over your nipple before giving your breast a brief squeeze. “It’s a nice change.” Biting back your whines, you try to distract yourself by being helpful, moving your hands to the zip of your skirt and trying to pull it down. However, you freeze up when James calls out to you, his voice sitting on a low, grumbling foundation that comes from deep within his broad chest.
“Keep the skirt on, angel.” James looks at you through his round glasses with a mix of gentle fondness and wild desire. “It looks good on you.” His words make Sirius laugh and press his forehead into his lover’s broad shoulders with a devious smirk on his lips. The biker whispers something into James’ ear that you don’t quite catch (‘you’re a dirty little pervert, Jamie-boy’) and distracts you enough that you barely register Remus’ fingers inspecting your soaked panties before he slowly pushes the ruined fabric aside. It’s with wanton desire that Remus plunges two fingers inside you without warning, his action making you throw your head back with a sharp gasp for breath before you’re moaning unabashed. His fingers provide the perfect amount of stretch and ache, your walls sucking desperately around him.
Remus’ long fingers curl in their inspection of your inner walls and steal all feeling in your legs such that you have to lean back, resting against his chest for support. “Remus~” A satisfied grumble rolls from the man’s chest, past his lips and into your ears. “More~ please~”
“You sound so beautiful,” despite your plea, he swiftly removes his fingers to suck on your juices and groans in pleasure. He sounds as if he’s tasted heaven on earth. And, as frustrated as you were to be left empty, his pleasured sounds just from the taste of you were as arousing as his wandering hands. “You taste delicious, too. Fuck…how perfect can you be?” his words draws a soft whimper from your lips, leading to an aching whine when he removes himself from you entirely.
You're breathless, pouty and whiney when Remus leaves your side, only for James and Sirius to approach and take you for themselves. They weren’t going to leave you unsatisfied for long. In your eagerness, you finger at your skirt’s waistband once more and try to push it down but are stopped by James once again. His large hands cover your much smaller ones, stopping all movement with his restraining hold. And, just as you glance up at him, he’s shuffling down to press his face under your skirt, where you feel his nose nuzzle your covered clit while his lips pucker against your covered entrance. Your ruined panties stick to you like a second skin and enhance the feeling of his strong nose and oral caressing, pulling gasps and moans from your bitten lips, it’s a dizzying feeling you could do nothing but fall into entirely. In your haze, James goes so far as to lift your thigh onto his broad shoulder, his swiftness with the motion almost making you topple over and fall right into Sirius’s awaiting arms.
“Doesn’t Jamie look good with your skirt on his face?” Sirius whispers against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as James continues to work on your lower half. It’s like he’s trying to devour you through the fabric! You begin to lose feeling in your legs and think you’ve become solely reliant on James and Sirius to keep you upright. But this was all intentional on their part, you can feel it; they don’t want you thinking of anything else but them. Successfully, all your attention has been stolen by James’ mouthing against your still-covered pussy and you want to desperately beg him to push the offending material aside, just so you can feel him as close as humanly possible. Despite that, he still manages to make you feel incredible through the flimsy barrier. His tongue pokes at your entrance, eager but frustratingly, achingly held back — it’s unbelievable how erotic the idea of such a frail thing being in the way was to James and now, you.
“You can’t see what he’s doing, but you can feel it, can’t you doll?” Sirius whispers once again, his hands gripping the curve of your waist as James groans against you. You swear he says something, but the sound is muffled, swallowed up by your drooling, pulsing pussy.
“Wh-wha—?”
“I think he said you taste really fucking good, dollface,” Sirius translates for you. It was helpful, but his solid grip kept your hips from grinding against James’ face, and it was beyond frustrating. You love the feel of Sirius’ hands on you, but you need James’ tongue against the flesh of your pussy a lot more. You want James closer, deeper, you want his tongue inside you. “Hold still, doll, we all want to take our time with you, and since James is the first up, he’s going to savour every minute of it,” You have no words, you can’t even will yourself to complain; you’re too consumed by the beautifully tight knot forming in your lower belly, the stickiness between your thighs and the poking of James’ tongue against your covered entrance. However, the river of moans falling from your lips are disturbed by a singular, stuttering gasp when James finally (finally!) rips off your dripping panties and mercilessly ravages you. His nose nuzzles against your budding clit as his tongue plunges into the depths of your desperate cunt, exploring every inch of you, prodding at and caressing your velvety walls, his tongue a trained and methodic muscle in its invasion of your pussy — his mouth is pure heaven.
“James! Ahhhh!”
Sirius smirks against your bare shoulder and kisses where his lips are stationed, “Does James’ tongue feel good?” you can’t answer; you’re too lost in the pleasure to think straight, let alone form a coherent sentence, “I asked you a question, doll,” Suddenly, Sirius’ firm palm and long fingers are forcefully grabbing at your breasts, pinching your nipples in warning. The squeal of surprise you release, half in pain and pleasure, makes Sirius grin — you’re too fucking adorable. He gets high off your sweet sounds, you’re singing a song he’ll never be able to keep out of his head, and he loves it.
“Y-yes! Jamie feels good!”
“Does he look good underneath your skirt, too?”
“Yesss!” You hiss in pleasure and let out a desperate moan when you look down and see James’ hazel eyes peering over your skirt’s hem, with the rest of his face remaining obscured. His glasses are partially fogged up, but you think it looks cute on him — if you ignore your current state of pleasured indulgence. He watches you with lust-filled eyes, drawing pleasure from your own at the work of his tongue. He wants to give you more, so much more; he wants to push you down and give you everything he’s capable of giving, but he’s too addicted to your taste, his desire for more of your taste can’t be beaten — he won’t be satisfied until he has your taste imprinted onto his tongue. And he’s willing to spend all the time needed between your legs for that to happen. “Jamie looks good, h-he always looks good ahhh~”
“Good girl~ Remember, Remus said that you have to be a good girl or else you won’t be forgiven for being such a brat earlier,” Sirius says the word with as much bite as he can muster despite sounding as if he doesn’t entirely mind your bratty attitude.
“I-I’ll be a good girl– I’m a good girl! I am!” you squeal and moan James’ name over and over again when he suddenly begins to piston two fingers inside you, his tongue and mouth trailing up to suck on your sensitive clit in the meantime. Fully relying on James and Sirius for support now, you arch your back and curl your toes as James’ assault doesn’t relent; he’s unforgiving, and it’s making you see stars.
Smirking, Sirius trails kisses up your neck, whispering the nastiest filth into your ear despite his soft and gentle voice, “You know, James is a sweetheart, but he’s secretly very bad… why do you think he wants you to keep your skirt on?…” you have no answer, James simply moans against your swollen clit and Sirius tugs on your hardened nipples once more, earning another sharp squeal from your puffy lips, “James likes to feel like a pervert, that’s why - he’s rock hard because he loves the thought of corrupting you in the cute little skirt you wear around so carelessly,” Sirius moves his foot between your legs and steps down against James’ hardened cock, momentarily stopping James’ ministrations before he begins again with increased intensity, “Isn’t that right, James?” the man with his face between your thighs could only give an answering moan, his hazel eyes rolling back as he savours the friction Sirius delivers against his achingly hard cock. Remus continues to watch the display with lustful eyes. The three of you look so beautiful, meant to be, like connecting puzzle pieces; it was so arousing to watch you get along so well.
“Come to bed, you three,” Remus’ voice sweeps through the atmosphere like melted butter, smoothly and deliciously. You don’t have the strength in you to answer, and neither does James, but Sirius does.
“Yes sir~” Sirius helpfully drags you back onto the bed, where he lets you lay between his legs as James remains firmly attached to your pussy, unwilling to detach from your juicy cunt and uncaring of the fact that it leaves your lower half hanging over the bed. It was the perfect position for him, however. He loves being on his knees for you, your arousal saturating his tongue with the most addictive taste known to man as some of the excess fluids drips down his chin and neck, your sweet nectar flowing down his fingers to coat the inky art on his arm.
“Pussy drunk, is he?” Remus asks with a barely suppressed chuckle, turning towards Sirius as James moans in confirmation, the vibration of his deep groan making your clit twitch with pleasure. His fingers and tongue are working to exhaustion and getting heavy in his mouth, but he doesn’t care. You taste too fucking good to stop.