Page 235 of Bad for Me

“Yes,”I moan as he swirls his tongue around my nipple. My back arches as he sucks and nibbles me.

Cain leads me out of the shower, over to the counter. He lifts me up and places me on the edge. He drops to his knees, parting my thighs and devouring me, no teasing or savoring involved. My moans echo off the small space, and grow more desperate after he pushes two thick fingers inside me. Every time they impale me, I clench around him harder. Every second he looks into my eyes he bulldozes past my walls, obliterating all my fears and doubts as he makes a home in my heart. Every raspy breath I take, I get closer to the edge I’m desperate to fall from again.

I’m so wrapped up in the feelings and sensations that I don’t notice Jude standing next to him until he grabs my jaw, angling it up so he can bite and kiss his way down my neck. He slides a third finger inside me, working with Cain to bring me to the most Earth-shattering climax. As I catch my breath, I see Cain licking his wet fingers. His lips glisten with my arousal and his pupils are blown wide.

“You soaked my face,” he murmurs, licking his lips again. “It’s been such a long time since I tasted you...”

“And now it’s my turn,” Jude rumbles, his voice dangerously low.

He throws me over his shoulder and carries me to my bed. Colin is already laying under the covers, but pulls them back for us. Jude lays me down, and steps out of his underwear before spreading my thighs open. He teases and nips at my clit, running his tongue everywhere but where I need it the most.

Jude teases me, bringing me pleasure and taking it away until I’m squirming, fingernails clawing in the sheets beneath me.

“Please,” I whine.

Colin sits near my head, running his hands through my hair as he observes us.

“You’ll take what you get, thistle,” Jude reprimands me, biting my folds hard enough that it hurts. The stinging pain only makes me want more.

I peer up at Colin, imploring him to give me more. He lays next to me, molding his body to mine as he sucks on my nipple and fingers me deep and slow. I lose myself in them, letting the pleasure crash into me like a wave.

My thighs quiver, my body thrumming as Jude switches us, so that he’s laying on his back as I straddle him. One swift thrust and he’s buried inside me, gripping my hips and pushing me down as he drives up. His fingertips dig into my flesh as I grind down to meet him, our bodies slapping together. Colin and Cain sit on the bed stroking themselves as they watch us.

“Do you feel me inside you, owning your tight cunt?” he asks as he drives into me. “You belong to us, don’t you thistle… I want to hear you scream it.” He rubs my clit so hard and fast I can barely keep myself upright.

“Yes. Fuck, yes!” I shout.

Cain groans before taking Colin’s mouth in a passionate kiss, pulling at his hair until it falls from its bun. As Cain weaves his fingers through it, Colin takes over. The passion in that kiss makes me feel like I’m burning alive. I want everything they have to give, all at once.

Jude brings me down by my hair, so our lips meet. His switches to deep, grinding roles of his hips that send shockwaves through me. I can feel something building inside me, pushing at my insides as it becomes too hard to contain.

“You can’t run away again. You’re ours,” Jude rasps quietly, just for us to hear.

“Always,” I breathe right before plunging into another orgasm that hits me like a train.

Jude goes with me, then rolls me to our sides, spooning me from behind as we wind down. Cain lays in front of me, giving me a questioning look as he pulls me from Jude, wrapping his arms around me.

“I need you,” he whispers as he nuzzles into my neck, kissing his way up to my ear and hitting the sweet spot behind it.

He lifts my thigh, throwing my leg over his hip and pushing his way inside me. He groans, low and throaty.

“Fuck, yes. You feel sowet,” he marvels as he moves, picking up speed. Jude presses into my back, holding my hips so I’m pinned between them.

Colin lays behind Cain, murmuring filth in his ear. “Did you miss how hot and soft she is? How her pussy grips you like a vise and won’t let go until she milks you dry?”

Cain grunts, slamming into me harder. “I missed you, baby girl.”

“I missed you too,” I say around a moan, my eyes bouncing between Colin and Cain.

Colin kisses Cain’s cheek, then his neck, then the hollow of his throat before sinking his teeth into his nook between his neck and shoulder. Cain revels in the pain, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

“Do you feel me working my slick fingers into you? Fuck yourself back onto them,” he orders Cain, who obeys without thought, working himself between us. “I want you to fill her up.”

Cain catches my mouth in a bruising, overwhelming kiss. I swallow his low moan as he spills inside me, pressing his fingertips into my thigh for a few seconds. Colin works himself in sure, steady strokes until he comes on Cain’s lower back. He kisses us both, but I barely feel his lips brush my cheek.

I melt into Jude, feeling equally exhausted and elated. That was by far the most intimate, physically demanding experience I’ve ever had, and I loved every second of it. Someone puts a blanket over me, and my eyes droop.

“Take a quick nap, thistle, then we’ll all clean up,” Jude murmurs in my ear as he traces circles into my stomach.

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