Page 18 of Gambit
James is rough, pulling her onto him with an urgency that matches the thunder of our hearts. Eliza rides him as if each movement is a battle cry, a testament to her strength and resilience over the ordeal she has come through. Her hands grip his shoulders, nails digging in just enough to show she means business, and he fucking loves it, groans spilling from his lips like he’s been starved of her touch.
We let her take total control, knowing she needs this after what she’s been through.
But I don’t sit back idle; none of us do. Raphael moves behind her, his lips tracing the ink on her back, the skull and rose that signify who she is - life and death intertwined in one gorgeous package. Tarquin is on his knees beside them, kissing Eliza.
“Fuck me harder,” Eliza’s voice cuts through the haze as I circle her clit, wedging my hand against her pussy as she rides James hard. James complies immediately, his hips slamming up into hers with an intensity that makes her cry out in bliss.
Then I’m back on my feet, offering my cock for her mouth. She takes me eagerly, sucking me deep into the warmth of her mouth while she’s still being pounded into. It’s tongues and teeth; she bites me gently before grazing her teeth down my length, and her tongue slides back up. Fisting my hand in her hair, I see Raphael slide his fingers into her ass. She moans around my cock, the vibrations shooting through me.
I look down at her, the badass mafia queen taking us all, controlling us with her body, her presence. This isn’t just fucking. It’s power; it’s possession; it’s fucking art.
Raphael works a finger in and out of her ass, stretching her, readying her for his cock. She pulls off my dick with a pop and looks at him over her shoulder. “Do it.”
He doesn’t hesitate. Raphael lines himself up and slowly begins to press into her ass as she continues to ride James. Eliza lets out a long, low groan that carries with it all the weight of our shared darkness and light.
Tarquin’s hands are everywhere, caressing Eliza’s breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers before he rises and takes over the position at her mouth.
“Fuck,” James grunts beneath her, his pace relentless. “You’re so goddamn tight.”
“Say it,” she murmurs, pulling away from Tarquin’s cock briefly to look me dead in the eyes.
Eliza meets each of Raphael’s thrusts with a roll of her hips back onto him while she bounces on James.
“Little slut,” I murmur, crouching next to her so I can tangle my fingers into her hair, controlling her gently as she sucks Tarquin off. “Such a good little whore for her men.”
She moans, making Tarq grunt loudly and pull away. “Not in your mouth,” he pants.
It’s raw and real; everything else falls away until there’s nothing but Eliza and us—our world where we own each other completely.
James shoots his load into her, and before he’s even finished coming, Tarquin is making a twin sandwich out of her with Raph as they shuffle around. My cock is stiff again already, watching this, and I grip it tightly as I stand up and jerk off in her face. She lets out a strangled moan and shakes her head.
“No,” I say, fisting my hand in her hair again. “Take it, Eliza. This is me. Don’t be afraid.”
“Who’s fucking afraid,” she mutters, looking away as she is pounded both ends by the twins,
“Look at me like a good whore and take my load on your face,” I murmur.
Her eyes rise to meet mine, and I see the defiance there. She will push through this momentary blip, and I’ll be there to hold her hand through it. We all will.
The tension in the room courses through us like an electrical current as every man in the room waits to see what she will do. I watch closely as she takes my words and lets them wrap around her, a challenge she won’t back down from. She holds my gaze, fierce and unwavering.
I come with a roar, splattering across her cheeks and lips, marking her as ours in the most primal of ways.
She licks a drop from the corner of her mouth, tasting me before she brings her hands up to wipe the hot splats down her neck and tits. It makes me choke back a sob of absolute awe at this woman whose strength is unmatched.
The twins are relentless, driving into her with a precision that has her body rocking between them.
Finally, they finish with grunts and rasps, collapsing into a satisfied heap. Sweat glistening on our skin, we breathe hard, chests heaving in the aftermath. Eliza’s flushed with triumph, with pleasure earned and given.
“Fuck,” Tarquin breathes, easing out of her pussy.
“Good girl,” Raphael murmurs, turning her face to his so he can kiss her, tasting my cum on her lips.
Eliza’s breathing slows as I haul her to her feet, each exhale a soft whisper against my chest. Sitting back on the couch, I pull her onto me. Her eyelids flutter shut, the long lashes resting like feathered shadows on her cheeks. I watch her, the rise and fall of her chest steady, peaceful. She’s out like a light, this fierce woman who’s just spent herself with us in a tangle of limbs and lips, now vulnerable in her slumber.
I let my gaze wander over her. “I love you,” I murmur into her hair.
The room is quiet except for our collective breaths. With his back against the sofa, eyes closed, James seems to be meditating on the moment. Tarquin sprawled on the floor, with one arm flung over his face as if shielding himself from the world. Ever the watchful one, Raphael leans back, his eyes not quite shutting, always alert even in these private moments.
