Page 75 of The Program

‘I can see those gears turning in that beautiful head of yours,’ he said, dipping lower so his eyes bore even deeper into mine. I squirmed, uncomfortable with the way he seemed to be peeling my layers back one by one, baring me to him with or without my permission.

‘Don’t overthink it, babe. Just be in this moment. You, me, and him. No one and nothing else matters.’ He stroked a hand over my hair, smoothing down the growing strands that now hung just barely past my shoulders.

I breathed in a deep, grounding breath and released all my worries with my exhale. He was right. There was no point in worrying about all the external crap until later when I could actually process it. Now, I needed to have sex with Bromm, and if anyone else wanted to watch then they could. I couldn’t stop them.

I fisted my hand in Cadmus’s hair and dragged him back to me for a vicious kiss, both of us fighting for dominance. There didn’t need to be any emotions in this. I had enough of that with Bromm.

I pushed him away, creating some space between us so I could focus back on the man I loved. He was gazing back at me with such affection and lust that I felt my heart swell inside my chest with the excess of emotion. I couldn’t wait one more tick.

Threading my fingers through his thin, strand-like tentacles to reveal his plump purple lips, I descended on them with an insatiable hunger. He met my tongue stroke for stroke, melting into me and following my lead. I loved it. I wanted more of it. I needed to touch him. I needed him to touch me.

I was still wearing the maintenance jumpsuit I’d stolen from the other ship. Not exactly the most flattering attire for such an occasion, but that was all the more reason for it to go. In the next tick, it was off and somewhere I couldn’t see, probably the same place Bromm had thrown his shirt. I had nothing on beneath, so the single, all-encompassing piece of clothing was all that was hiding me from the rest of the world.

When the cool air hit my bare skin I suddenly felt self-conscious at the idea of anyone, let alone this whole room full of men, staring at my naked form. No one had seen me naked except for the scientists and T, but that was either purely clinical or with respect for my vulnerability. The only time my nudity had ever been appreciated in a lustful manner was when Demari had taken what he wanted from me, my consent a nonissue for him while I was strapped down and immobile, the only thing keeping me that way the threat over Libby and Baldr’s heads. Even then, it was for clinical purposes despite his desire for me. But it wasn’t really a desire forme,but his power over me.

Bromm gently tugged at my hands that I had moved to cover myself without any conscious decision making, keeping his eyes connected to mine to ensure he still had my consent. I took a steadying breath and reminded myself that this man didn’t intend to cause me any harm. He didn’t’ want to fuck me to impregnate me, even if that was the goal of this whole event. He wanted me forme,so I let him reveal me.

He gazed down at my naked form, eyes lingering on my breasts, my pointed nipples, the goosebumps on the skin of my belly, then settling on the wetness between my thighs. He licked his lips in appreciation, facial tentaclesstretching out towards me as if they were incapable of waiting for a taste. I pushed my breasts out to indicate someone needed to play with them and sighed in relief as some of the tension melted from me at their touch as both men obliged.

Two hands caressed the swells of my breasts, the sensation oddly ticklish, but the ones that wrapped around my nipples dragged a wanton moan out of me. They tugged, flicked, and squeezed, and soon enough Bromm’s mouth was joining in. His breath was hot against my skin and, working in tandem with his beard, he had my clit pulsing needily where I rubbed my thighs together, eager for some friction.

Cadmus set his hands on my shoulders and pulled so my back was arched, his view of Bromm’s ministrations clearer.

‘Fuck, that’s hot. Look at you. I bet she’s absolutelydelicious,’he groaned, his voice growly and coming from somewhere deep in his chest.

‘I want to taste a different part of her,’ admitted Bromm, then chuckled wickedly at the whine of complaint that tore out of me when he stopped. ‘Take over and taste her for yourself,’ he ordered Cadmus who was quick to delve in.

Cadmus used a completely different technique, alternating between nipping, biting and sucking at my nipples in a way that was all him, all the while Bromm was kissing his way down my stomach, spending extra time around my naval. My abdomen contracted at the sensation, his teasing too much alongside Cadmus’s attentions.

So, I shoved his head down until his mouth was even with my core. ‘I thought you said you wanted to taste me.’

He growled, gazing up at me from beneath his eyelashes and heavy lids. ‘More than anything, love.’

‘Then do it,’ I demanded.

He didn’t waste any more time, descending on me like a man starved. He licked and sucked, drawing noises out of me I didn’t even know I was capable of. My hands grasped at his head, pulling him closer as his long, thick tongue dove deep into my pussy and his sharp teeth scraped dangerously at my clit. The slick noises his mouth against my wetness made were lewd, but it only drove me wilder with lust.

Cadmus kissed his way up my chest to lick at my throat while Bromm feasted on my juices. My legs were shaking from all the new sensations, andI felt muscles deep inside me that had never been utilised start to quiver with the promise of ecstasy. When Bromm bit down on my clit at the same time Cadmus nipped at my earlobe and pinched both of my nipples, I came apart with a choked cry.

Both men worked together to keep me upright when my shaking legs failed to hold me up any longer, and I collapsed against them as I rode the waves of pleasure. Bromm’s fingers kept up a steady pressure against my clit to draw it out, and I jerked away, overly sensitive.

‘Fuck,’ I huffed out, breathy and somewhat satiated, but while the orgasm was incredible it still wasn’t enough. My core clenched around emptiness that felt far too wrong with both of these men and theirthreecocks, not one of them inside me.

‘I need you, Bromm,’ I begged, though I was the one pushing him against the wall and straddling him standing up. ‘I need to feel you filling me up.’

He released a desperate, filthy noise, his cock twitching against my stomach. ‘Yes. Please, love,fuck me against this wall.’

Using Cadmus’s body as support for my still jelly-like legs, I hiked one knee up over Bromm’s hip and used one hand to line up his cock with my entrance. My other hand held onto his shoulder as I sank onto him. Slowly, at first, easing him into me and adjusting to the foreign stretch.

When I was finally fully seated, the tentacles at his base unwound and started playing with my clit, stroking my thighs, my hips. One even snaked around to probe at my other hole, leaving behind a wet substance that tingled as it tried to bury inside me. The sensation was so strange I yelped.

‘Sorry, love,’ he soothed. ‘They have a mind of their own, sometimes.’

The tentacle in question retreated from my ass but was immediately replaced by a different kind of thick digit.

‘Let me make you feel good while you fuck him, beautiful,’ Cadmus pleaded, his fingers probing at my rear hole experimentally. It wasn’t a bad feeling, just one I’d never felt before.

‘Help yourself,’ I permitted, my voice husky and low in a way it had never been before. I sounded sexy and sultry. I liked it.

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