Page 148 of Not A Whisper

"Use me, dollface." His voice is strained as he watches me, his jaw clenching. "Let me see you fall apart as you use me."

Without any preamble, I sink onto him, choking on a moan as the friction sizzles between my legs. Grant grabs my hips, but only to steady me as I start to move. Rather than up and down, I grind back and forth. My eyes roll into the back of my head as my clit brushes against Grant's pelvis.

I don’t know why I’m so ravenous for my guys this morning. After everything we’d gone through, you’d think I’d be mentally and emotionally drained. But if anything, I feel invigorated. Right now, I feel more alive than I ever have, and this pulse of energy seems to be coming from the three guys in this bed with me.

The heady elation that swamps me causes a tremor to rush through my body.

I whimper as the pleasure begins to mount. My head tips back and my eyes close as I revel in this moment. Trip’s cum and my arousal spill out of my body around Grant's dick. If it bothers him, Grant doesn't say anything. He simply holds my hips. I can feel his gaze pinned to my face. It's both heady and hot to be so much in control. To take what I want and have him simply lay here.

My body clenches around Grant hard. I stiffen only to fall apart in heavy quivers as my orgasm rolls through me. Tears well up but I blink them away. Now’s not the time to cry. We’re alive, we’re together, and our future looks bright. When the waves of pleasure subside, I suck in a sharp breath and move to fall beside Grant. He surprises me by moving with me, rolling so that he's on top while I now lay beneath him, his cock still lodged deep in my pussy.

"I thought I'd enjoy playing with my doll more than anything," he murmurs as he rocks his hips. Aftershocks ripple through me and I gasp, delighted. "Turns out, I love watchingyouplay withme."

He captures my mouth and starts to move, the pace punishing. Our tongues clash. My hands slide up his firm body. To my surprise, the aftershocks lessen but only to allow a new wave of pleasure to blossom. I moan and arch my hips upward. Grant pulls away from my mouth to kiss my neck and then dives down to run his tongue over my breasts. His hips snap harder, faster. As my body bears down on him once more, he stills.

Together, we fall apart, shaking in each other's arms. I can feel him jerk inside of me, filling me completely—his cum mixing with Trip’s, creating a heady concoction. When we're both spent, he slides free of my body and lays down beside me. I take slow and steady breaths, staring up at the ceiling as I do.

The bed dips and shakes.

Suddenly, Jason’s climbing over Trip, who grumbles abouthow tired he is, to position himself on top of me. I smile up at him and he returns it, his dimples deep and charming. He slips between my legs and throws them over his shoulder.

“You’re going to make me breakfast but not bring it to me, dollie?” His brows twist upward, his smile flipping upside down.

“Bon appétit.” I flick my wrist, indicating he should just dive in.

His laughter mixes with Grant’s before it becomes muffled between my legs. When his tongue finds the mess leaking from my body, my heart expands tenfold. Jason takes his time lapping up Trip and Grant’s cum. Oh god… Somehow my body aches for more. Tension gathers between my legs slowly, but it's tauter than before and is set deep within me. I can’t breathe as it grows more intense.

I close my eyes to bask in the ecstasy, loving every moment.

The bed to my left dips. Lips press against mine. I smile against Trip’s mouth before opening mine to deepen the kiss. Another set of lips clasp around my right nipple. Hands slide over my body. I’m hardly aware as fingers carefully move over stitches and bruises. I can’t think, I can’t breathe. All I’m capable of is feeling.

When my orgasm comes, it rolls through me slow and steady but has the strength of an avalanche. Trip swallows the sounds that I make as Jason continues to eat me out. My body lights up as my orgasm continues. It’s mind numbing, heartwarming, and soul consuming.

By the time it comes to an end, Jason’s positioning himself between my legs. The other two break away as his cock nudges my entrance. I stare up into Jason’s face, the bright smile that dimples his cheeks is almost cocky. His words from months ago return and swim up to the forefront of my mind.

“...there is nothing that we want more than your complete and utter devotion to us.”

As Jason slides into me, I arch into him with a gasp and then admit softly, “You have it.”

“Have what, dollface?” Grant asks, his lips skimming my jawline.

Quickly, I lick my lips and spit it out before I chicken out,

“My heart.”

Thirty-Seven

2 Years Later

Asharp crack fills the cozy office space. It’s one of many and certainly not the last. The fiery sting that radiates up my spine is almost too much. Despite my best efforts, I can’t stop the sob that wells up and spills out past my lips.

“What did I say about making a sound?”

I bite my bottom lip and squeeze my eyes shut, knowing what’s coming. Trip’s hard cock slides into my swollen and achy wet pussy. It takes everything in me not to groan. With him in my pussy and the vibrating butt plug nestled between my butt cheeks, I’m gloriously full. But I’m also painfully sore. My body clenches around both Trip and the toy, my orgasm already near after being denied for so long.

As Trip’s hips buck against me and my pleasure mounts, tears spill past my eyelids and down my cheeks to smear across his desk. Oh god, this torture. My lip gets released as my legsstart to tremble hard, my toes curl, and the tension in my lower abdomen becomes closer to snapping.

But just like last time, Trip withdraws and leaves me panting, wanting, and frustrated.

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