Page 139 of Ten Hammers

Then Theo nuzzles my mouth with his, whispering sweet words of love against my lips as he fucks me. Leo does the same along my spine, kissing, licking, and whispering. I can feel their cocks all the way through me, both of them spearing my heart and soul. It’s as if Leo and Theo are a well-oiled ecstasy machine, thrusting in unison.

“Oh my God,” I cry.

I hope Leo is enjoying my ass-wriggling because I can’t be still. I whimper as they both prepare to come, ready as well. And as they buckle and thrust, we unravel together.

I have about four-point-two seconds to recover after Theo and Leo pull out, before Cruz and Gavin pop their heads inside the gazebo. And I realize it’s not ‘recovery’ that I need. I might be rolling in the waves of orgasmic pleasure, but I’m far from sated.

The grin on Cruz’s face shows his dimples, and the wash of excitement that rushes between my legs hits even before he pulls out his bungee cords.

My eyes widen when I see them. I might have moaned. Ever since Gavin and Jack restrained me with them, my fondness for bungee cords has only grown.

“I had this thought to fill your bungee-fuck fantasy, but I’ll need Gav’s help,” he says.

Gavin gives me a wink as meanders over to the side of the bed, where I realize I’m perched eagerly. I watch as Cruz hooks the bungees around the frame of the gazebo, and after a moment, realize that Gunnar and Axel have slipped away.

Oh. Should I feel bad that I didn’t notice? Should I have said goodbye?

I think I need an Official Hammer Orgy list of rules. I’m sure Jack will be more than happy to oblige.

I don’t worry for more than a second before Gav’s mouth lands on my shoulder and his teeth find my neck and his pierced tongue trails a long, sensuous line behind my ear. In a matter of moments, he pulls me up from the bed and over to the contraption Cruz miraculously put together, what looks like a giant swing.

I am going to die. Not because it looks dangerous, which it kind of does, but because it looks like FUN. And the boys are holding their giant dick-missiles between their legs, which I can see through their jeans already look ready to blast the fuck off. Well, I am, too.

Gav picks me up and I link my arms around his neck, and wrap my legs around his waist. He grips the globes of my ass cheeks while I lick his nipple rings. We kiss as he brings me over to the Bungee Web of Pleasure or Pain (or Both?). I carry on kissing him, stopping only to kiss Cruz, as the two of them set me on the cords like I’m sitting on a swing. Cruz has that gorgeous, mischievous grin on, again and they each take turns keeping me from falling from the bungee swing and kissing me while the other undresses.

My fantasy comes true, only it’s with a delightful twist. As Cruz fucks me, bouncing me up and down in long, fast strokes, I grip Gav’s cock, stroking in the same rhythm. I’m so sensitive, having already come once, and it makes me shiver as I kiss Cruz and he thrusts up into me. I moan and cry and forget I’m even holding on to Gav until he and Cruz both come. Cruz grips me tight and jams his eyes closed, moaning as he shakes. Gav makes a hissing sound, and then his cock surges in my fist and spills over.

They’re both loose-limbed and for a moment I worry that I’ll be dropped, but another set of strong arms comes around me from behind.

“I got you, Peach.”

Diesel shoos the others away as he untangles me from the bungee contraption.

And his smile stretches into one that is much more wicked than Cruz’s. My heart begins to slam when he turns me around and bends me forward, using the bungees to give me something to hold on to. Something to keep me upright rather than face first into the ground from weak knees as Diesel runs his fingers over my fully exposed ass.

He whistles. “Look at this sweet pink bottom.” He spreads my ass cheeks and touches me once, whistling. “Nice and ready for me. You’re so fucking hot, Win.”

I cry out when he snaps open the bottle of lube, and quiver when the cool gel touches my sore skin. It feels good. And surprisingly, it feels even better when Diesel runs his finger through the gel and then into my ass. “Like that, dirty girl? Yeah I know you do.” Then he slides into me, in one easy thrust.

I cry out for him, and cry out for Mason.

Diesel laughs. “You’re a ball of energy, tonight, aren’t you? But, baby, you have got me wrapped around your finger, tighter than these bungee cords were squeezing your ass cheeks and leaving all these pink stripes.” He gathers my hair in his hands, taming the wild red curls, and uses it to hold on to as he begins to bounce me on his cock. “Where do you want Mason, Peach?”

My mouth.

I long to say it. But I can’t tell him that. I am too breathless.

“Mason! Get in here, quick!”

Mason comes in and begins dropping his pants as soon as he sees that I’m licking my lips, parting them for him.

“Hey, Cupcake.”

He bends before me, lining our faces up and kissing me quickly on the lips before giving me his cock. He looks into my eyes as I take him into my mouth, and gently touches my face, watching the changes my expression goes through as Diesel pulls out and thrusts back in, faster this time.

“So beautiful,” Mace whispers, as if to himself.

His cock is the perfect taste and texture, thickness and length to distract me from my impending orgasm as he begins to fuck my mouth and match Diesel’s tempo. I moan onto Mason’s cock, which causes him to moan in turn, as Diesel slowly pulls in and out.

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