Sting lay on his side and looked down at Mikie as he rested his head on his arm, his other arm resting on her stomach. Rogue was on the other side of her with his arm under her neck holding her against him too. Her body was half turned to where her butt was against him, but she was laying on her back with her head turned towards the dark-haired wizard cradling her to him.
Very careful not to wake up the girl between them, Sting extended the arm under his head and flicked Rogue's forehead. He startled and frowned at his friend who quietly shushed him. "Hey, what do you say we wake up sleeping beauty for round two?" he whispered.
Rogue looked at the clock. "Dude, it's not even three in the morning. Let her sleep."
Sting smiled down at her and brushed her hair behind her ear. "She's had plenty of sleep." He kissed her earlobe and then gently peppered kisses along her neck and throat. His hand slipped down her body and he rubbed her ass over her underwear. Her legs twisted in the covers and she turned her body into Rogue's and away from Sting.
He grabbed her hip and pulled her back against him. "Where do you think you're going?" he murmured in her ear. His fingers slipped past her panties and he teased her entrance, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Rogue turned on his side, electing to go with the flow. His own fingers traced along her stomach and up her breasts. He craned his neck down and caught her gasp of pleasure with his mouth when Sting finally plunged his fingers inside her. Their lips moved against each other's as Sting's pressed against the back of her neck and shoulder.
"Don't be shy, Mikie," he whispered. "I know you just woke up, but please try for me sweetie."
Mikie reached behind her with one hand and grabbed his dick over his boxers and rubbed it a few times before pushing her hand inside. As he pumped his fingers inside her, she pumped her hand around him, feeling his erect member getting firmer in her grasp.
Suddenly, Sting removed his fingers and began crawling down the bed. "Take care of Rogue, baby. I'll be right back." He disappeared under the covers.
She whimpered and clutched onto Rogue's shoulders when she felt Sting remove her underwear and begin to use his tongue on her. Rogue was half leaning over her as his fingers wove through her hair. She extended on arm down and started to pleasure him like she had just been doing to Sting. Her breath hitched and she flinched when the blonde below her added fingers to his movements. She squeezed Rogue's dick in her hand and he let out something like a growl.
"Mikie, I'd hate to knock out my best friend pushing him out of the way so I can tear you apart," he warned. "Be a little gentler."
"Sorry," she breathed. As her orgasm approached, she found it harder to be gentle like he'd requested. He, in turn, kissed her and gripped her body rougher, which only served to intensify her feelings of pleasure. Finally, her body shook and Sting held her thighs down when she came. She wrapped her free arm around Rogue's neck and buried her head in his chest as she cried out.
"Oh my God," she whined as Sting lapped up her juices. She shivered in Rogue's arms.
The covers flew up and the light dragon slayer emerged, wiping his triumphant grin with his thumb. He lightly slapped Rogue's leg next to him. "Tag. You're it buddy." But as Rogue moved to take his place, Sting stopped him. "Nuh-uh. You're my friend and all man, but I'm the only one that gets to taste that sweet nectar. But, I heard something about you wanting to tear her apart, right?"
Sting moved aside and let his friend get between Mikie's legs, pulling one of them up to his hip as he guided his cock to her entrance. He slowly pushed inside her and she breathed out a sigh. When he began to move, Sting pulled her face to him and laid a wet, heavy kiss on her. "Do you like how you taste?" he whispered against her lips.
"Yes," she breathed.
He scoffed out a laugh. "Me too." His tongue went back into her mouth and he swallowed the moans that left her due to Rogue pushing inside her. He bit and kissed her lips and then moved down to her throat, sucking hard on her skin, ensuring there would be a mark later. The room was practically echoing with the sounds of their moans, grunts and skin slapping together.
When Sting's hand moved to her neck and squeezed the sides of it, Rogue's fingers dug into her waist. "Oh fuck~! Mikie…"
Sting gave his friend a knowing smirk. "I thought you'd like that." He licked her cheek and held his face against hers whispering, "I know she does." He let go of her neck and gently ran the backs of his fingers across her the skin of her face. "See, Mikie here is a closet freak." His gentle strokes became a swift slap before grabbing her chin. "Isn't that right?"
"Yes," she let out breathlessly.
He crushed his lips on hers again and Rogue felt her tightening around him once more. He didn't want to cum just yet, so he slowed down and thrusted deeper in her hitting her g-spot and making her cry into Sting's kiss. Her words were muffled by his mouth attached to hers, but he could already tell without her warning that she was about to cum again.
Rogue pulled out of her, afraid he was going to cum too soon and went to finish her off with his fingers. She tried to move away and Sting held her down. "No, you be a good girl and take that orgasm like I know you can."
"Holy fuck! Oh~!"
"Does that feel good?"
"Yes!"
"Rogue stop."
"What?!" They both looked at him in confusion, Rogue letting his hand fall away from her body. "No! I'm almost there!"
"You're going to have to work for this one," Sting said, pecking her very angry frowning face. "We've both been so good to you all night. Get up. I want to see you ride him."
Rogue's eyebrow perked up and he smiled. "Now there's an idea." He laid next to her and then lifted her up on top of him. His hands rubbed up her thighs and waist before settling on her hips and pulling her down so she was sitting on him. She let out a low moan as he entered her again and he matched her with an agreeing moan of his own. He sat back and watched as she rolled her hips against him. Her breasts bounced as she did the same on his dick leaning back a bit so it hit the perfect spot inside. She held herself up on his thigh with one hand and massaged her clit with the other.
Sting sat up and tugged on her hair, smashing his mouth onto hers. "You look so hot, Mikie, Tell me, how is it that you're such a bad girl for your dad, never training hard or doing what he says." He yanked her head back and looked down at her. "But you're always such a good girl for me," he finished in a whisper.
Rogue took over and pulled her straight up forcing Sting to let go of her hair. He started to thrust up into her fast and hard. Her hands went to his chest to hold herself up. She screamed his name and Rogue felt himself getting closer as it left her lips, a tight feeling in his gut threatening to release itself.
A loud slap resounded in the room as Sting smacked her ass and her walls squeezed around him. "Oh fuck!" he groaned, his hands gripping her skin rougher.
"Oh yeah, she likes that too," Sting informed him, smacking her again.
"Guys, I'm so close…" she panted.
Rogue hurriedly continued, trying make sure he pushed her over her edge before he toppled over his own. He pushed his thumbs into her skin, forcing her to lean back a bit so he could hit her deeper. "Where do you want me to cum?" he asked her, his voice strained.
Sting was the one to answer him. "Cum inside her."
Again, Rogue and Mikie looked at him in shock. "What?!"
Sting rolled his eyes at her. "You know you want him to." He got on his knees on the bed so he was level with Mikie's face. With one more quick smack, his hand gripped her throat and Rogue immediately felt her tighten up around him again. "So, go ahead man. Shoot your load in her. She likes it."
With another couple of pumps inside her, the knot in his stomach loosened all at once and he came. He pulled her down and held her close against him, wrapping his arms around her tightly. Sting smacked her ass again as he felt the last of his seed pour out of him.
Mikie laid limply on top of him, catching her breath. Rogue's fingers ran up and down her waist while Sting rubbed her back. "You ok, baby?"
She nodded, but other than that didn't move. Sting snickered a bit and plopped back on the bed. He held his hand up and grinned at his friend next to him. "Aren't you glad I woke you up?"
Rogue chuckled and high-fived him. "Yeah, I am. Better than sleep." He turned his head to Mikie's on the other side of him and pecked her cheek. He gingerly adjusted, picking her up and passing her over to Sting who wrapped her up in his arms. "I'm gonna clean up."
When he got out of bed, Sting laid her out on the bed. Her eyes were shut and she was slowly getting her breathing back to normal. He smiled and brushed her hair out of her face and she smiled back at the touch. "And what about you?" he asked in a low voice, his lips brushing her ear when he spoke. "Are you happy I woke you up?"
She huffed out a laugh and shook her head. "Whatever you say," she breathed.
"Was that not good enough for you?" he teased, already moving his hand down her body.
She caught his wrist before he could touch her now sensitive area. "It was great," she said, looking at him with a firm 'no' in her eyes. He gave her one of his cocky grins and kissed her. She made a noise like she'd just realized something. "You didn't get yours again," she said, pouting sadly at him.
The door to the bathroom opened and Rogue walked out. Sting got off the bed, pulling her arm with him. "So why don't you take a shower with me then?"
Mikie rolled her eyes as she got out of the bed too, prancing after him to the bathroom. Rogue shook his head as he watched them leave him alone in the room. He collapsed in the bed. 'What a crazy job this turned out to be,' he thought to himself. He could hear Sting's groans and words of encouragement(?) in the bathroom over the sound of the shower running. 'Mikie must be giving him a little thank you.' He snuggled into the bed and got comfortable. 'God I hope he doesn't want to go for round three. I'm exhausted.'